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THE OSHAWA DAILY TIMES, THURSDAY, APRIL 4, 1929 | PAGE SEVEN The Make-Believe Wife By Kathleen Norris About A Young Girl Who Married Her Employer. CHAPTER XXII Hot puffs of heavy air from the iske moved through the room and brought a sweet piny smell. In the garden below the window beca were shooting back and forth like bullets, and birds were sleeplly calling from the woods. "I'm----enormously--better now." Hugh said, feeling happy and gull ty and proken and remade all at once, "0h, Hugh, not already!" she exclaimed, ecstatically. "Already, This is what I need. od," Hugh said, with a long, weary, contented sigh. "But, Hugn, dear," she scolded, gettling her fragrant young body on a hassock beside him and pos- sessing herself of both his 'ands, "why ®0 you play, when yon feel so rotten?" < #1 didn't, when T began," he sald meekly. He opened hig eves, and smiled in utter pcace ang feli- city into the earnest, glowinz face that was so near his own. "There's something I've been wanting to ask you, Bee," he sald impulsively. "I've thought of it often hefore, and never have quite gotiup my courage--" He stopped, Ioking abashed and amused and a little shamefaced. "It's whether or not I ever loved any other man?" Beatrice surgest- ed briskly, with an induleent, motherly look. Hugh laughed. "Then T have asked it?" he said "About two hundred times," Peatrice answered blithely. "And the answer is no." "Oh, but I thought there was a man--some young fallow at the office--"' She reflected, looking looking at him, looking again, and shook her head. "Phere may have been a youth. ful crush of some sort--oh, ves, 1 remember!" Beatrice sald, bright- ening. "There was Roger Newberry I had quite a erush on him," she confessed animatedly, "and a boy named Harry Fontaina, whose mother took boarders. And don't torget my proposal, Hugh," she ad- d with an impressive look. "Our entiat Dr. Leach, and a woolly» headed little darling he was, too! He's married now, himself; met him the other day!" "Ah, well, those--" Hugh said smilingly, And for a few minutes he rested, with a satisfied face, nis Hands in hers, Suddenly he opened his eyes again, and they were anxious. "You never were really In love with any one of those, Bee?" "No. I know that!" she conced- od indifferently. "How do you know it?" se ask- od, after a pause during which be sad watched her dreaming face and far away eyes. "Oh, you do know, Hugh." He narrowed his eyes, attempted 4 light tone: . "This interests me. But how?' "0h, well--thrills, notes, tears, te--" she summarized it care- lessly. "All that kind of bunk," yhe finished carelessly, "It {sn't bunk," he said, turning the knife in his heart. "To me it 1s," she assured him erenely. es, but, then--but, then, what 1d you feel when you married me, Bee?" he asked quietly, but witha nking heart. i "Hugh, you poor simp," she an- swered affectionately, 'how can you ask me that? T was nobody --working in your office, sick with worry about Marcia and Mummy and bills and every thing else--mo plothes, no friends, no nothing! And you saw me, and thought-- Her hands tightened on his; there were tears in her eyes, although jhe was smiling, "You thought, Wfere is a girl who hasn't 2 hance,' she said unsteadily, "here is a girl hungry for life and love and the sunshine. I have 1 these things. I don't need, her, but how that poor little red-nead- sd, desperate thing needs me! "Hush!" he said, really angry, pnd putting his hand over her h. moh bite you!" she said, kissing R. "How can you ask me whether or mot I love you, knowing all at?" she asked. Be that mightn't be love" he suggested diffidently. "Hugh, how perverse be!" He was silent for a while, watch- ing her lazily, and then spoke sud- 1 ain, ai ogo {s something that I want to ask you--aftten have want. od to ask you, but it sounds silly! he said. . "I know this one too," Beatrice tnterrupted him, unimpressed. "Oh, you do!" he said, amused and abashed by her prescience. . eperfectly. This," she said, "Is whether, if T ever cared for some- body else, I'd come honestly and ask you to set me free? Am I right?" "] had asked you that tco?" he murmured. "More than once." "And would you, Bee? She brought her thoughtful eyes back from far spaces. "Would T what?" 'way awaAv you eam before "» "Would you tell me if you really fel in love?" He remembered now that at pre- vlons times she had answered him promntly, casually. But today, for the first time, she hesitated. frownine~ faintly. «? don™ know. Hugh," she said une-nectedly, dubiously. "Would on?" \ "Would T tell you if I wanted to be free?" he demanded. sys, T was thinking about that the other dav--" Beatrice said re- fle~tively. "Would you?" "Tire - shot." L "nyt--put what zood wonld it a-°" ghe asked. "We couldn't-- we wonldn't leave aach other. even tn, would we? It wouldn't ac- ccmplish anything except making us unhappy." Hugh was a little plae, in the close, hot duskiness of the room. "But still I would want to know," he said almost sternly. "Why make yourseif miserable, Hugh?" Beatrice persisted, in sur- Marriage is marriage after all." "But T could change it," he as- sured her in a strangled voice. "You don't mean divorce, Hugh?" she asked, with wide-open eyes, "Certainly I mean divorce!" he answered, almost violently, "There are plenty of places--in California, for instance, where you would be near Mareia and your mother--! I would prefer it infinitely," he went on, rapidly and passionately--*1 would prefer it infinitely to this idiotic~--this imbecile idea some women have that anything is bett- er 'han divorce-~any amount of unhappiness--sneaking--lying--"" "Why, for godness sake!" Beat. rice exclaimed, swmaged, in a pause. "Well, I do!" he persisted. "Any- thing rather than deceiving one- self, a 'aughingstock for every- one--"" "I know," the girl sald wisely and calmly as he paused, chok- Ing, "your head is worse!" "It isn't my head!" Hugh al- most shouted. He brought his feet to the floor: his light eover slipped away; he sat with his head in his hands, "Yes, it's my head!" he sald, in a whisper. 'My God, I think T am going crazy!" #1 think you are going to see a doctor," sald Beatrice: "you've been working too hard on this Kr- entzman thing, in this hot summer weather. I thank the Lord that '1! be done in another day or two. Then you can rest, and you will restHugh, please be quiet!" He lay down again, his face pearoful, his eyes shut. "If we go to California, we'll take it easy, little girl." "You'vy been worrying about thot t00," she seid accusingly, "T don't know what's come over vou. As far as I'm concerned, T don't care one °~vap whether we ro or not. Bert was saying todsv that nothing would drag him out there --it's sq far awav, Hugh. Ang we have everything here---" "Bert said that?" His voles con- trolled, hig eyes still closed. "We were ':lking--"" she said. CHAPTER XXIII Hugh lay still, his face exnres- slonless, After a while he said, on a great sigh: * wish y® and I were the onlv Tr 'sons alive 'n the world, Bee!" "It would be fun," Beatrice acreed amiably. After a few minutes he slept, and Beatrice could go noiselesaly fro mthe room. She went out to an upstairs porch, and stood there for a while, drinking in the beauty of the day's last hour; she could hear the thunder regularly now. from the eastern mountains. Bet- ween the trunks of the pines, pl.c- ed 'as regularly as the pillars of a cathedral, the water of the lake moved like - a blue wall. There were little ripples where a boat rocked, at the shore. The light of sunset streamed across the world, and lay blood- red on the pine needles and in strips of red down the .rough trunks, An exquisite and unearth. ly silence reigned, even though there was a faint sound of laugh- ter and voices from the direction of the kitchen and now and then the distant honk of a motor horn. A little rabbit came fearfully from the brush and stood listening, his head raised; the sun'g light shining through his ears turned them to glass, Roses and phiox and burning marigolds stood transfixed in the clear ominous brilliance, as it caught in a pool of crystal, and in an open space, between the pines and the pier, a column of flies buz- ged and circled, weaving in and out tirelessly in a shaft of hot sun- shine. Water and pines and sunset, and the pleasant odor of cooking fruit drifting out from somewhere down stairs, and blending with the outdoor smells: Beatrice liked this hour, this soft and weary hour when it seemed good to be at 'home, with supper and books and her own straight white bed await. ing her. Suddenly, as she stood there peacefully, her body rocked a little, to rest against the porch door, her idle eyes drifting to and fro across the scene below her, her heart rose on a jump of fright. And instantly she saw that the man who was standing still, in the warm shade of the pine--the man whose presence had alarmed her-- was no stranger, no intruder, but was Bert. Their eyes met. Beatrice instin- ctively warning him, with a jerk of her head, and a finger at her lip, that Hugh was asleep, and Bert merely greeting her with a wave of the hand, before he turned and went noiselessly away through the wood. Beatrice stood there, her heart beating fast and the color draining from her face. Her knees felt weak, and she felt dazed and cold. F r suddenly, and quite simply and convincingly, she knew, She knew. And the palms of her hands went wet against each other, and she pressed them again. st her heart. "You poor fool, you never saw it!" she said audibly. And then, after a silence, '"'That's it, is it? You peor fool--" She went inside Hugh sat up and at the window, loking out in the same direction her own look had taken, from the porch. Had he seen Bert? The first need for avasion and concealment that Beat- rice's life had known made it nat- ural for her to avoid his eye. She i ove! "You couldn't change it.|88 'went about the room, straightem~ ed pillows, replacing boks, hume ming, "Was that Bert?" Hugh asked quietly. Beatrice looked up in- nocently, But her ' hegrt turned Tr. "Bert?" she asked, swallowing, Was there reason for the lie or was there not? She could not think It seemed safter not to heve seen Bert, to know nothing about if, "It looked like Bert, there," Hugh said, #1 didn't see him," Beatrice an- swered easily, pulling her gown over her head. . vis he coming to dinner?" Hugh ked. "I don't know dear. TI don't think so," Beatrice answered, with an air of candor. She felt a little nervous and un- comfortable, put not guilty, Her whole thought was for Hugh; if it could be done, he must be spared suspicions of her own amazing sus- picion--no, it was more than that. It was certainty now, She was freshly tupbed and brushed and in a cool gown before he said anything of significance, Then he asked carelessly: "Were. , n't you--weren't you out on the porch, Bee?" "Out on the porch?" "Yes, just before we dressing." "Yes, I was. Why?" interrogated in her turn. "It seems so odd," he said hesit- ating, "that you didn't see Bert." An impulse to say casually, "Well, I did, darling, and what possessed me to deny if I don't know," smote her, and she was afraid that a certain wavering showed in her eyes. She began to screw on earrings fiercely wonder- ing--wondering how much he had seen through the mirror in her face. He sald nothing more, and they dressed and went downstalrs to their summer dinner, with the can- dle flames moving about uneasily in warm night air, and the lake making angry little spashes on the ghore, in the dark, and the d'stant thunder erockling and muttering. "It's suffocating, Hugh." "It's going to storm." "What a relief when it does!" Bentrice sald. "You don't feel that you are go- ine to f~int, dear?" he asked punc- tilfovslv, "You wouldn't like to lle down?" "Oh, no! We'll just have to wait until it hreaks, that's all." She had never fainted; she had never wanted to 1'e down fust because of heat. His solicitude alarmed her. made her uneasv. "I think I'M tele- phone your mother after dinner," she said unnaturally. "She hates thunderstorms." "Y think Minnfe"s there," sald constrainedly. "On. yes, T know she is!" "And isn't Bert?" he asked. "I suppose so." Beatrice felt as if she had prickly heat. She re- membered that Bert always answ- ered the telephone at his grand- mother's house. Hugh knew that too, of course. Could he possibly think--was he thinking now---that she had that in mind when she of- fered to telephone? If she but dared to break out in- to the nervous laughter that was bottled up within her, to say easily and frankly "Hugh, why are we talking this way--this isn't like us! Bert was below my window before dinner, and I lied about it because I didn't understand it my- self and didn't dare. "* For the first time in their relationship she felt the differemce in their ages: felt that he was an important, mid- dle-aged man, and that she was an extremely insignificant girl. She was shy and selfconscious and was even a little afraid of him, To underscore the situation with words would only make matters in- finitely worse, The only thing to do was to proceed ag if nothing at all had occurred. The alr grew closer and heavier; they cut their dinner short, and went into the sitting-room, where Hugh's work table was. The weight of the night pressing down over the house like a great pillow now; Beatrice went to one of the open windows. It framed only blackness and the troubled breath- ing of the lake. The telephone rang: her eyes jumped at the sound, were fixed on Hugh as he reached for the instru- ment and drew it toward him. It was not Bert, but it made her think of Bert. And with the thought something strange and thrilling, and curiously weakening even while # exhilerated her, seem- ed to flow through he? whole be- ing, and she sat lost in a strange, sweet, troubled dream. Never in her life had she known this mood before, this insidious ecstasy that made merely breathing an adven- ture, that turned the qdiet sitting- r-om of a country cabin into a magic apartment where anything might happen--where every book and flower and curve of rug or curtain was fraught with signtic. ance. At about nine o'clock she heard Bert's step on the porch. He almost always came in to see his father in the evenings, if he were free; he dined with Hugh at least twice a week. There was nothing odd in his coming tonight. Beatrice's throat thickened, and she bent over the table with low- ered eyelashes and hands that trembled. He seemed rather quiet, He sald, "Hello, Dad," in his friendly, cheerful young voice, and added, of the evening, "gosh, isn't this a hummer?" (To be continued.) started Beatrice Hugh of COUNSEL'S FEES IN CURRIE CASE REDUCED Toronto, Apr. 4.--Taxing Master J. T. MacGillivray, K.C., at Osgoode Hall yesterday reduced the bill of costs filed for taxing: by N. 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