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Thursday, February 19, 1948
Second Chance
CHAPTER II
WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE . . .
Lisbeth Carmichael started out
in the sleety rain to call upon
Cassandra Devine, known to her
friends as Cassy, who was one of
New York’s foremost fashion
authorities. As she arrived in
front of Cassy’s apartment build
ing, a young man, Jon Everton
arrived in a cab. They both en
tered the elevator together on
way to Cassy’s apartment.
The pleasant room seemed in
that moment very still. There
was only the sharp clatter of
Lisbeth’s cup aganst her saucer
as she set them down, the fright
ened urgency of her voice, say
ing, “No. No, I haven’t, Cassy.
What is it?”
Cassy seemed blind to the fear
in the girl’s eyes and voice. She
said callously, “He got ten years.
And I’m inclined to think he de
served it, making so free with
other people’s money. I heard it
on a news broadcast just before
you came in, and meant to tell
you. But the sight of Jon here
made me forget the whole thing
until just a minute or so ago.”
Lisbeth repeated, "Ten years.”
Jon’s puzzled glance took in
her sudden pallor and the warm
rush of color that followed it, the
pitiful tremulousness of her
young mouth. He wanted, all at
once and perhaps absurdly, to
shield her from the blow this
news had inflicted, although her
her connection with Ferris still
remained obscure to him.
“My dear child!” Cassy sound
ed impatient. “It’s nothing for
you to blush over. Bob Ferris is
nothing to you. Merely your
mother’s fourth husband—or is
it fifth? I never can remember.”
Lisbeth’s chin came up. There
was a gleam of pure fury in her
eye. “You know perfectly well he
was her third and last, Cassy De
vine! Just because you’ve got a
cold in your head is no reason
for you to be nastier than usual”
Cassy chuckled. “I deserved
that. It’s worth being snapped
at just to see the way you always
rise to Gay’s defense. And,
speaking of Gay—”
Lisbeth was on her feet now,
her blue eyes serious. “I’ve got to
go, Cassy. Gay”—her voice
seemed to caress the name —
“this is going to be shocking
news for her. I wonder if she’s
heard ... I ought to be there.”
When Lisbeth Left Cassy’s,
Jon Went Along
Jon rose, too, propelled irresist
ibly by the imminence of Lis
beth’s departure. He said, “I’ll
have to be going, too, Miss De
vine. I’ve stayed too long, as it
is, when you aren’t feeling well.
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i Dad and I will surely call togeth-
! er before we sail.”
. “You’d better,” Cassy boomed.
There was a flurry of farewells,
j the sound of a door closing, then
I silence. The ancient maid came
lin for the tea things. Cassy De
j vine chuckled, stretching out
! comfortably once more on the
j chaise longue.
‘ For a minute, Emma, I think
Ihe was afraid he was going to
! lose out on a chance to take her
i home—but we wouldn’t know
I about such things, would we?”
I The ancient maid sniffed. “No,
I miss.” . . .
♦ * *
It seemed incredible to Jon
that on this very corner, only a
little more than an hour before,
he had first laid eyes on Lisbeth
Carmichael. He slipped a hand
through her arm, detaining her.
He asked, “May I take you home?
I’ll get a cab.”
But Lisbeth said, “Thanks;
I don’t bother. It’s only a few
' blocks. And the rain’s stopped.”
i “Then I’ll walk with you.”
“If you like.”
They walked through the dusk
together, tall buildings on the
■ one hand, cars flashing past on
[ the other. Presently Jon man
aged, boyish embarrassment in
i his voice, I’m sorry about your—
your stepfather, your mother’s
husband.”
“He isn’t her husband any
more.” Lisbeth said constrained
ly. They were divorced a couple
of years ago.”
“I see.”
“I’m afraid you don’t. But
you’re very kind to be sorry. I
rather like you, Jon Everton.
Let’s not talk about Bob Ferris
and—and horrid, bothering
things any more. Let’s talk
about you.”
“Me?” Jon wished fervently
she hadn’t rushed past that part
about liking him, giving him no
opportunity to tell her he liked
her, too. Now it would sound
dragged in, forced, if he said it.
Yet it was true. He was a little
appalled to realize how true it
was. He went on, “There’s not
much to tell about me. Two years
out of college—”
| “Making you how old?” There
was quizzical inquiry in her tone.
“Twenty-three. And you?”
“Nineteen —and don’t say. ‘A
mere infant’!”
“I wasn’t going to.”
“Tell me more. I interrupted.”
“Tell me more. She interrupt
ed.”
“Well, I work for my father.
He’s the head of the company, I
mean. I haven’t much of a job
yet. They switch me here and
there at intervals to give me per
spective.”
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the ground up,” she teased. And
then, “What line are you in?”
“Farm equipment, harvesters,
that sort of thing. The Evertons
were farmers originally. Then
my great-grandfather invented
a reaper.
He talked on, and Lisbeth lis
tened, asking questions now and
then, just enough to keep him
going. Finally she said, her
voice solemn, “It sounds like
J such a strong, safe sort of busi
ness. Reapers. Farm equipment.
Aren’t farmers the backbone of
the nation? It sounds”—she
i sought for a word, found it—“se
cure.”
“And do you approve of secur
ity, at your age?” It was Jon’s
turn to tease.
I But Lisbeth’s face, upturned
momentarily to his, was unsmil
ing. “I think security would be
i the most wonderful thing in the
; world.”
Not until later did it occur to
Jon that she had said “would
I be,” not “is.”
Abruptly she was smiling, her
■ hand outstretched to his. “This
: is where I live.”
Jon’s fingers closed around
hers warmly, hard. He felt ab
surdly let down because they had
reached their destination so
quickly, because, obviously, she
wasn’t going to ask him in. “But
I’ll see you again.” It was a
statement, not a question. “I’ve
got to see you again! How about
i tomorrow? How about dinner—
I at seven, shall we say? And we
I could see a show?
He thought her fingers return
ed the pressure of his own. He
thought there was a queer
breathlessness in her low voice,
saying, “I’d like that.” But she
was gone before he was quite
sure . . .
Letting herself into the fourth
i floor apartment she and her
.mother shared, Lisbeth heard
; voices, Gay’s and a man’s. Rec
ognizing those slightly mocking
; masculine tones as she slipped
out of her coat in the hallway.
Lisbeth was aware of a sharp
upwelling of distaste.
Reid Terry!
What Gay saw in the man had
never been apparent to her
daughter. Lisbeth despised his
sleek good looks, his brittle, sar
donic humor. She would have
| gone to her own room to await
his departure, had not her moth
er’s voice stopped her in mid
i flight: “Lisbeth; darling is that
jyou?”
Lisbeth went into the living
room because there was nothing
else to do. She smiled at Gay,
| and greeted Reid politely for her
i mother’s sake. Only one lamp
was lit in the exquisitely furnish
i ed room, its dim glow falling on
j the warm rusts and browns of
fabrics, the pale, dull wood of
i modern furniture. Gay and Reid
: sat side by side on a low couch.
Gay was wearing a house gown
of palest ivory, high-necked,
long-sleeved, classically simple.
, She was so lovely it made Lis
j beth’s throat ache a little.
In that light Gay Ferris might
I have been 20 instead of almost
j twice that. Her hair was much
lighter than Lisbeth’s, a true
| golden shade, and her eyes were
I a deep, purplish blue. Her skin
> seemed as vital and glowing as
Lisbeth’s own, and if consider
ably more time and effort were
required to keep it that way that
Lisbeth would have dreamed of
lavishing on hers-—well, that was
Gay’s affair. Nor did she be
grudge the money paid to a skill
ed masseuse, or the hours of
physical discomfort required to
keep her figure slender, but deli
cately, maturely rounded.
Now she exclaimed, drawing
her daughter down to the arm
of the couch, “Sweet, you look
positively bedraggled! Your
stockings are a mess. You
shouldn’t walk in this beastly
weather” —a faint quaver mar
red the smooth flow of her voice,
but she smiled bravely—“even if
we are practically destitute.”
Reid lifted his glass to Gay.
“That’s the spirit, darling.
Carry on. Keep up a front if it
kills you. After all, you’ve been
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broke before,” Reid said. ji
Lisbeth wondered when Gay ’ i
had heard about Bob Ferris. Per- |;
haps Reid had told her. There i
was a sadistic streak in his na- i
ture; he always seemed to revel j
in being the bearer of bad news. •
Gay Found Out That
Her Income Had Stopped
“Don’t mind me,” Gay pleaded. |
Her tone was light, but beneath |
the lightness was a note of panic.
Lisbeth could sense that, being
so close to Gay, knowing her so '
well. She felt, in that moment, |
older than her mother, stronger,
curiously protective toward her
helplessness her hidden fears. I
Gay said bitterly, “I hate Bob!
Ferris! He always was a fool.”
“For being dishonest—or get- !
ting caught?” Reid inquired, one j
eyebrow quirked in the supercil- ;
ious way Lisbeth disliked so
acutely.
“Both! And for several other
reasons, which we won’t go into
;at the moment. But he was gen- j
erous about alimony. I’ve never
denied that. When I remember
how Steve Butler rought against
even the tiny settlement thatl
judge allowed me . . .”
(To be continued.)
New Moon News
By MRS. J. A. SENTELL
Mrs. Leatha Frances Miller
Tallent, 63, died suddenly at her
home near Jamestown, Ala., at
6 p.m. Wednesday Feb. 11.
Mrs. Tallent was a member of
the Friendship Baptist church.
She is survived by her husband,
Grover Tallent; one daughter,
Mrs. Lillie Thomas, of Gayles
ville, Ala.; four sons, Bill and
Jodie Mae Tallent, of near
Jamestown, Ala., Leonard of
Trion and “Bunt” Tallent of
Gadsden, Ala.; two sisters, Mrs.
Velita Thompson, of Lookout
Mountain, and Mrs. Mary Morris,
of Jacksonville, Ala.; four broth
ers Ted, of Summerville; Earl, of
Lyerly; Roy of Broomtown, Ala.,
; and Mac Tallent of Sand Moun
tain; one half-brother Claudie
18. of Louisville, Ky.; a stepmoth
er, Mrs. Daisy Miller also of
Louisville, Ky.
Funeral services were held at
2 p.m. Friday at the Mt. Bethel
Baptist church, Broomtowm, Ala.
The Rev. Virgil Blalock officiated
and interment was in the adjoin
ing cemetery.
Mr. and Mrs. John Lumsden. 1
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