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* Hunting a Husband *
By VIRGINIA T. VAN DE WATER.
BEATRICE MINOR sat at her writ
ing table, brows knit and lips
compressed. This was the day
on which Robert Maynard had prom
ised to call, and she was writing to
him. cancelling the engagement. A
messenger, waiting in the hall impa
tiently, twirling a cap between restless
hands, and a quantity of torn note pa
per in the waste basket gave evidence
that it is not easy for a woman to write
a certain kind of letter.
Even now Beatrice hesitated at sev
ering all relations with the man whom
she had found charming, but the mem
ory of his bleared eyes and Hushed
drunken face, wearing the expression
she had seen too often on Tom May
nard's countenance, moved her sicken
ingly and turned doubt into determ 1 -
natlon.
At last the letter was finished. She
read it over carefully.
"My Dear Mr. Maynard: I regret
that It will be impossible for me to see
you this evening. My plans are un
settled and necessitate my asking you
not to call hereafter without previous
announcement. Very truly yours,
"BEATRICE MINOR.”
The writer felt a qualm of uncer
tainty as she handed the missive to the
impatient messenger, a qualm which
had strengthened to doubt by the time
he had slammed the door behind him.
Having burned her bridges, she began,
woman fashion, to torture herself by
dwelling mentally upon the advan
tages of the now’ inaccessible shore.
One minute she reproached herself for
her insincerity In not telling the man
frankly the cause of her displeasure,
the next she was regretting, against
her better judgment, that she had been
so peremptory and final in breaking off
their friendship.
And while she thus pondered, the
telephone, as often before, sounded ab
ruptly across her musings.
"Hello!” she replied hastily.
“Is Mrs. Minor in?” asked a familiar
voice. It was Robert Maynard.
For a moment Beatrice hesitated.
Writing a letter of dismissal was one
thing; breaking with a man like May
nard by word of mouth was quite an •
other.
"This Is Mrs. Minor’s maid, sir.” she
replied In an assumed voice, and as
steadily as she could. “Mrs. Minor is
not at home aA present.”
"Thank you—Hl try’ to ce.ll up later,”
said the masculine tones.
With a trembling hand Beatrice re
turned the receiver to its hook and
went back to her drawing room, glanc
ing guiltily at the kitchen door as she
passed it, wondering uneasily if the
servant had heard her prevarication.
When Jack and Jean came home to
luncheon, the boy, after a grave look
Into his mother’s eyes, asked with a
child’s keen discernment: "Aren’t you
well, mother?”
"Certainly,” replied Beatrice, forcing
herself to smile brightly. "Why de
you ask, dear?”
"You look Find of unhappy,” re
marked the child.
At the 5 o’clock tea time Mr. Blanch
ard came in.
"I ran in for just a few minutes,” he
announced, "to see if you are quite well
again today. You looked very bad last
night.”
"I’m entire!'- well,” smiled Beatrice,
"and somewhat ashamed of myself for
my last night’s w-eakness. Won't you
sit down and have a cup of tea with
me?”
"I’m afraid I can’t," demurred "Uncle
Henry.” sinking, nevertheless, into a
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chair and glancing at his watch. “Helen
asked me to leave a note from her at a
house on Riverside drive, and," laugh
ing slyly, "this was en route. I hope,"
turning suddenly grave, "that those
boisterous men at the table near us
last night did not shock you, for”
But Beatrice interrupted him
brusquely. "No," she answered quickly
ly, “and don't le’t’s talk of them! Have
you ev.er seen the lovely view- of the
Park 1 get from this room?”
To divert her caller from the un
pleasant subject she accompanied him
to the window. He leaned out and
looked up and down the street and, at
sight of a familiar figure approaching
along the pavement below him, he
hastily drew in his head.
"Yes, it’s real fine here, isn’t it?”
he agreed hastily. “And now I must
be going, Mrs. Minor.”
Uncle Henry Escapes.
Beatrice had not seen the object that
caused his sudden discomfiture and was
somewhat puzzled at her guest’s flurry
of uneasiness.
“Oh, stay a little longer, won’t you?"
she urged cordially. "The tea tray is
coming In a minute.”
“I wish I might stop longer,” replied
Uncle Henry over his shoulder as he
hastened down the hall. “But it's late,
and I’ve an errand to do—and 1 have
to go. No, don’t ring for the elevator,"
he protested as Beatrice made a motion
towards the bell. "I’ll walk down —I’d
rather, really. Good-bye, my dear,
good-bye!”
Beatrice looked after the scuttling
form in perplexed amazement. A mo
ment! ater, when the elevator left at
her door Helen Robbins, she was
somewhat enlightened.
“Oh.” she laughed in spite of herself.
“I might have known you were com
ing!”
“Why?” asked Helen suspiciously, as
she glanced about the drawing room,
and noticed the tea tray, which had
just been brought in. and the two cups
resting upon it.
Beatrice laughed somewhat confus
edly. "Perhaps,” she said, “because
two cups means company, and Mary
brought In two just before you ar
rived.”
"I was wondering." acknowledged
Helen, seating herself in an easy chair,
“if I might not meet Uncle Henry here
He was coming qp to this part of
town with a note I asked him to de
liver and he was so eager to act as
my messenger that I thought perhaps
■he meant to stop here."
Beatrice felt her friend's s.uirp eyes
upon her face, but she answered light
ly. “I don't think,” she added, re
flectively. "that Mr. Blanchard has evet
come here to afternoon tea. I wish he
would. Two lumps, dear?” she asked,
with the sugar lumps poised in air
above the cup of steaming tea.
“One, please. Honey," was the equal
ly indifferent reply.
There was a short silence while the
two women sipped their tea. each
secretly wondering what the other’s
thoughts were at that particular mo
ment. Then Helen spoke.
"My dear Beatrice." she declared. “I
could have gone through the floor
with shame and confusion the other
afternoon when Robert Maynard walk
ed in Just as we were talking of him.
I did not even hear the front door open
or close. Do you suppose he heard
what you said while he was out in the
hall?”
“I don't care whether he did or
not," replied Beatrice, calmly. "Every
word I said was true. And I’ll tell
him so to his face if he ever speaks to
me about it.”
“You wouldn't do such a thing, would
you?" gasped Helen.
"I certainly would!” said the widow,
firmly.
Mrs. Robbins took the last swallow
of tea in her cup, returned the cup to
the table, folded her hands, and. lean
ing back in her chair, eyed her friend
judicially. And Beatrice know that
once more she would be expected by
her match-making friend to give an
explanation of her seemingly rabid
views of the man who had, of late,
occupied much of her waking thoughts.
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“The Gates of Silence”
By Meta Sim mins, Author of "Hushed Up”
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
No wonder Pau! Saxe had assured the
man in prison so confidently that he had
found means to silence Betty’s tongue.
He held the price of her silence in his
own hand -the public branding of her
father as a forger and a thief! That was
a big price—but not one that alone would
have purchased the silence which in her
own eyes at least meant the death of
the man she loved. Paul Saxe had more
skillful weapons than that in his armory.
He had shown her how subtly all the
threads were interwoven by which a
charge of conspiracy could be brought
against them all—against her father, who
stood self-condemned—against Mrs. Bar
rington. whose desperate need for money
would be known—against Rimington, who
had every reason to wish to try to save
the honor of the father of the woman he
was to marry.
Among them all, not one argument
strong enough to convince or silence an
ordinary woman of the world —yet very
potent with Betty of the child's heart.
Betty, who had been brought up to be
lieve in a fool’s paradise of a world,
whom even that episode of Edith's secret
marriage and betrayal had not wakened
from her child’s dreams.
"If you decide to speak, Miss Betty, you
will destroy the man you wish to save,"
Saxe had told her earnestly. “It will be
as though you saw a man fighting for
his life against armed foes, and byway
of assistance went behind him and clung
to his arms. We’ll save him -of that I
am convinced. But for you to admit
your presence In Tempest street, a pres
ence I at one time believed to have been
more than suspected by the police, that
would be to ruin him utterly, and not
him alone, not yourself—but your father
—your sister, perhaps. I don't so much as
speak of myself.”
"False —false and utterly useless!”
Betty started up from the bed. "Bet
ter that the whole truth should have
come out than this.”
Some one had knocked at the bed
room door.
"Yes?" Betty went across to the door
anti listened. "Yes, Fairchild? Mr. Saxe.
Ob, please tell him I am lying down— that
I am sorry, but I can not see him.”
She could not face the man this after
noon. It was not possible. Then she
started and caught at the tiandie of the
door as the servant, spoke again.
"He says he must see you, miss. He
has important news for you. That was
his message, miss, and I was told to de
liver it at once.”
"I'll be with him directly.”
Betty made no delay. Scarcely watting
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skirt and bodice. A gracefully ar-
to bathe her tear-stained face or arrange
her disordered hair, she went downstairs
to meet the man she hated, the man who
had bought her for a price she hail come
to the decision it was impossible to pay.
Saxe's Message.
Saxe was standing with his back to the
fire looking toward the door. He came
forward to meet her and she saw that
his face was pale, so pale that the livid
scar, healed now, but never to be wholly
effaced, showed almost red In contrast.
“Miss Betty”—since that one outburst
when he had demanded his quid pro quo
in the city office, Saxe had gone back to
the more formal address - ' I've got news,
splendid news for you. He has <>een re
prieved.”
"Reprieved!” A thousand conflicting
thoughts raced through the mind of the
white-faced girl standing there. Joy, re
lief, disappointment. Which was her dom
inant sensation? For a moment she hard
ly knew.
"Oh, thank Heaven! thank Heaven!”
she cried, brokenly. ”1 knew ft wasn't
possible—l knew the Almighty could not
permit him to die!”
"No—it was not possible,” Haul Saxe
said in his silken voice. "Your woman’s
instincts always are. And now" he
paused and looked at her, and in the soft
radiance of the candle-light bls eyes had
an inscrutable look "and now Miss Bet
ty"—
It seemed to the girl looking at him,
as a. dove might, look at a serpent, that
she knew what his next words would be.
"My reward —the reward you promised
me."
She was not Insensible to the fact that
It was to this man that Jack indirectly
owed his life. But for Saxe’s efforts—
for the efforts of his subsidized newspa
per—the agitation which bad turned the
tide in Rimlngton’s favor would have been
impossible. Under Goc, Jack owed his life
to this man
"And now, Miss Betty,” Saxe said again.
“This Is but the beginning for him. I
don't mean to stay—l know after this
you will need to be alone—but before I
go, may I say just this? You mustn’t be
afraid of me. Once I said mad things to
you and spoke of a price. That was mad
ness—utter madness. Miss Betty, I —l am
not the Shylock you think me. I’m not a
magnanimous philanthropist either—l'm
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much, very much, to give you happi
ness. And tonight 1 want to come as near
self-sacrifice as such a man as I can
ever hope to come. I don't give you up
your promise—it isn't possible for me to
do that. A day might come—ah, even you
can’t tell —when you may be glad I did
not do that. But for a year I shall not
claim that promise. I give you a year of
freedom, and much can happen in a year.
The grave might give up its secret, and
the Gates of Silence roll back. But in a
year—Betty, Betty—in a year!"
His arms were about her almost be
fore she was aware that he had altered
his pose, holding her so close as though
he would never let her go. She could feel
his lips on her hair.
There in the firelight* she fell on her
knees by the low chair,Tier hands cover
ing her face, her lips moving.
'“A year! Ah, dear Heaven, a year!
A year of freedom —a year to wait and
pray and hope. And afterward’ Oh,
Heaven, be merciful—be merciful!”
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