Claude News (Claude, Tex.), Vol. 43, No. 25, Ed. 1 Friday, February 26, 1932 Page: 4 of 4
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Tenth Instilment
Fretfc from • French coortnt, Joetba
Harlowe returns ts New York to ker Mcuuy-
I mother, a relitious, ambitious woman,
girl is hurried into an engagement with
wealthy Felix Kent. Her father, Nick
Sandal, surreptiously enters the girl's home
ane night. He tells her he used to call her
Lynda Sandal. The girl is torn by her
tcsire to see life in the raw and to become
part of her mother's society. Her father
itudies her surroundings.
Lynda visits her father in his dingy
quarters. She finds four men playing cards
vbM she arrives. One of them. Jock Ayle
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ward, her father tells her, it like a son to
him. but warns the girl h* is a trifter.
Lynda |>ays a secotui v.tit to her father
and Jock takes her home, on the way stop-
ping with her at an underworld cabarft.
Jock tells Lynda that Felix caused him to
be sent to jail unjustly by tixiug up his ~
pert on a mine.
Felix tells Jocelyn thst Jock is a worthless
scamp. Liiter Lynda tells Jock she does not
believe in his innocence but will try and find,
through Felix, some letters lock claims wilt
:lear his name. #
Marcella finds her jewels stolen and hires
a private detective, who uncovers the mys-
terious prowlings of Lynda, without know*
tug who she is. Lynds suspects her father
Jocelyn decides to marry Felix quickly
•nd preparations are made for the wedding.
She asks him to tell her the combination of
his safe, as a mark of his confidence iu her.
Armed with the combination and accom-
panied by Jock, Linda enters Felix' office at
night, abstracts the wanted papers from the
•at- and throws them down to Jock, who is
waiting below. Then she is captured by the
janitor and turned over to the police.
Felix finds Lynda in a cell and demands
of her the papers she took from bU safe.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY.
He laughed grimly to cover his
furious astonishment, his growing
fright. She seemed to him
changeling .
"Do y iu know what you've done?
Do you even begin to know what
j'ou are up against? You, Jocelyn
Harlowe, have been caught in the
let ol house-breaking and theft. You
are in the hands of the law. Do you
know anything about its power?"
"More than 1 did," quoth Lynda
with Nick's cool irony.
Her master't spirit winced and
hardened.
"You know very little as yet. Lis-
ten tc me, Jocelyn, and don't dare tc
defy me. It is my generosity alone
that can get you out of this ugly,
this horrible fix. Do you want to go
to prison? State's prison? There are
still prisons, believe nie, where in-
solent women prisoners are (logged.
Tied up and Hugged." '
"You've sent other people to
prison," cried Lynda, "people very
much less guilty than I am."
His narrowed icy eyes probed her
wide ones. Her lace was like a pale
lamp; his, like a blue sliver of steel.
They glowed and glittered at each
other for an instant silently.
"Whom have you in your mind?
What secret influence has beer at
work in your life? What has led
you to deceive me, Jocelyn? To de-
ceive your mother? Do you remem-
ber that we are to be married to-
morrow at noon?"
She shook her head and moistened
her lips, trying to say "No."
"Yes. Nothing you can possibly
do or say can prevent you now from
becoming my wife tomorrow. I'll
take you out of this and carry you
home and when you've told me the
truth of your ugly and wicked esca-
pade, you can wash yourelf and
burn tnese horrible clothes. Where
in heaven's name did you get themr
And get some sleep and then you
will put on your wedding dress and
come to St. Peter's and , . . after
you are Mrs. Felix Kent ..."
He paused. Her brave wide eyes
had filled.
"After you are my wife," he said
and then with a cry he gathered her
up into his arms and carried her
about the room, kissing her wildly,
ruthlessly, at his will, until she went
limp and her head dropped back.
Then Felix laid her down on the
floor and as soon as her eyelids
fluttered he went out, locking the
door.
He came, mopping his bitten lip
and laughing, to the desk.
"Look here, Cracken," he said.
"This isn't at all the sort of case it
looks like. The girl is one of these
•illy debutantes. She's been put up
to a wild sort of prank by some of
her friends and she's had her les-
son. What name did she give you?"
"First Jimmie Grant and the*
Lynda May."
"Well, of course neither is her real
name I want to hush this thing up
and withdraw the charge and take
her home with me now. The poor
kid is all in. She fainted."
"About them papers, Mr. Kent?
Kent's laughter was difficult but
it still came, a short hard laughter,
"That's all right. I'll get them back,
The little devil wanted to give me
• scare. When I lay hands on the
boy that helped her—"
His fist on the desk top whitened.
The police officer who looked down
at it whistled.
"Well, what do I have to do tc
The proviso being cared for, Felix
returned to the locked room and
found Jocelyn sitting dazedly against
the wall, her head dropped forward
on her knees. She seemed a mere
limp bundle of old clothes. He
helped her up and, getting her hat,
pulled it down over her eyes and
so, shielding her from amused and
pitying observation, he halfcarried
and half dragged her out to his wait-
ing limousine.
As they moved silently up the
city's crowded avenues Felix pres-
ently remembered the conversation
that took place as they drove fast
seaward with the wind in their eyes,
only the outer semblance that had
returned. It was Lynda Sandal'* self
that stood there looking down at
Lynda Sandal's quaint attire. The
night's work with all the adventure
and the pain and the wild furtive
delight that had led her surety to
it had killed, in spite ct her own
contrary intention, not Lynda San-
dal but Jocelyn Harlowe. The con-
vent girl, Marcella's prisoner, the
young lady bride of Felix Kent, had
gone. Forever. Now lived and
breathed a woman of strong will and
vivid passion, with courage to face
and to find, with the bitter .courage
for truth and for reality. A woman
"Who are you pretending to be now," Felix asked.
fet this child out of jug and to
eep the whole silly business quiet?"
Cracken, with some unwillingness,
explained what might he done,
There was of course no accuser but
, Mr. Kent, the robbed man, himself.
If he withdrew the charge the
young lady might walk out, pro-
vided . . •
At the end cf a careful reconstruc-
tion of this conversation he spoke
and looked down at her white
cramped face.
"U-hum ... the Rappel parson's
son . . . Jock Ayleward.
Felix leaned back. "Where and
how did you meet him?" he asked
quietly.
She said. "I met him i my
father's rooms."
"Your—father's?"
"Nick Sandal. He is in this city.
He came one night to see me in the
apartment." But if Felix, if her
mother, must know that Nick had
visited her—what about the jewels?
"How long ago was that?"
Her eyes, deeply remorseful,
deeply miserable, sought his.
"Just after our engagement was
announced. He saw it in the
papers."
Her eyes filled and overflowed si-
lently. "1 love Nick, Felix."
"You've been seeing your father
often?"
"I've been to see him at night. I
would climb down the fire escape
from my bedroom window."
Felix stopped her with a despair-
ing gesture and, bending forward,
put his hands over his eyes. From
this position he demanded in a
smothered voice, "You met Jock
Ayleward in your father's room?"
"Yes. I did not like him. I did
not believe in him. I believed in
you."
"Now," he said, breathing hard
and speaking through his teeth,
"you will give me the whereabouts
ot this gentleman whom you did not
believe nor like nor trust but for
whose sake you made a spectacle of
yourself in the New York streets at
night, and lied and dressed like a
man and stole and would ruin me."
He shook her fiercely as though he
would have shaken her tc death,
"(live me his address. I'll get him "
Hut that she steadfastly refused
to do.
At last they reached her mother's
home..
Quickly and as noiselessly as pos-
sible Felix took Joreb-n through 'he
outer room and down the passage
and thrust her in at her own bed-
room door. "Get into your own
clothes; be quick," he commanded
and managed to close her in and to
be ba<>k in the front room by the
time Marcella. with Mary at her
heels, came into it herself.
Marcella was lined, livid, sick. He
told where he had found Jocelyn.
"Felix, tell me—do you think that
she knows anything about ..." Mar-
cella's voice had an almost sinu-
ous furtiveness as she looked about
and behind her, then at him, "about
my—jewels?"
Felix was startled for an instant
away from his awn biting preoccu
pation. He looked at the silver cross
on Marcella's flat breast. She placed
her thin hands over it. "No. No
my jewels."
"I didn't know—"
"Of course, I forgot you were
not to be told. I have had some
jewels . . . here, hidden. Thev are
not mine. They are a trust. They've
been stolen. 1 have a detective trac-
ing them. You mustn't say a word,"
she excitedly to'd him.
Jocelyn stood and looked at the
I clothing on her bed and the blood
, in her body moved. strom and free
! There lav the outer ser.ibUmoe of
.Nick's duu,'hter. I.y ' Stint}*', and
she began to know that it was not
who loved Jock Ayleward, no other
man; who would go to him through
any barrier, tu stand if she must at
his dishonored side.
Rapidly and surely she got her-
self into the queer little symbolic
costume and even ran her fingers
through her hair. She meant to show
Marcella and Kelix a changed char-
acter.
She went into the living-room and
stood there facing Felix Kent.
"Now," she announced clearly and
even with pity for him in her cool
voice and eyes, "I will tell you every-
thing, Felix. I am not afraid oi
you any more at all."
Felix after a long staring look
said, "Who in heaven's name are
you pretending to be now?"
"This is the costume of a silly
truant, Felix, romantic enough to
enjoy a dangerous make-believe. I'll
not wear it again. Ltut I did want
to force you to see me like this.
Because I felt that if you once could
see me as I really am . . . and, Felix
1 much more wanted to—to pos-
sess—"
"You say things!"
"Because I knew that if I looked
and spoke the real things of my
nature you would never want me
for your wife."
"I want you for my wife," he
said doggedly and with a sudden
dark flush. "I'll not let you go down
into the streets—or into the mud
I'll save you in spite of your mad-
ness and your wickedness. And now
to begin saving you, tell me what
you know and let's get on with the
search for my papers. 1 take it that
you understand what use this man
could make of them to ruin me."
"I love that man. I want him
to clear himself even if it must be
at the price of your ruin, Felix."
Felix, very still and grim and
white, came up to her.
"You choose me for your enemy
then? People who have had the
courage or the folly to do that have
always regretted it. Always. I am
warning you. 1 have seen men kneel
and cry—"
"Yes. I have been knelt to, as
your prototype. I won't kneel nor
cry to you, Felix. What are you
going to do?"
"First," he said, "I'll take you
back to the police station and hand
you over to the tender methods they
u«e there for getting information.
You know what that means?'
"Yes. But—"
They both looked about and closed
their lips.
Marcella came into the room. She
started toward Lynda with a quick
cry of relief, then checked herseli
staring.
"It isn't Jocelyn. Tell me—" She
stood looking from Kent to the tall
strange girl. All at once her face
deeply colored. She clenched her
hands and moved them curiously up
and down. She ran over to the ioor
that led back into the apartment and
locked it, still with her scared eyes
upon Lynda; then she gestured to
Kent to repeat this action with the
glass doors.
"Look out. Be careful. Don't let
her get away," she whispered. "This
is the woman. This must be the
woman Catring described. You
know—the woman who was seen
going in and out . . . the woman
who took the jewels I"
Felix's brain worked with light-
ning swiftness. -
Continued Next Week
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LAP-A-LOT BRIDGE CLUB
The Laf-A-Lot Bridge Club was
delightfully entertained by Mrs.
M. Brummett at the home of
Mrs. Itat Brummett Mnruary 19th.
The Washington motif was at-
tracttvely carried out In the dec-
Mrs. O. D. Caldwell and Mrs.
Roy Alexander.
Members present were: Mrs.
Francis Hood Mrs. M. E. Nelson,
Mrs. J. B. Turner, Mrs. Leon
MeParland, Mrs. Claude Renfro,
Mrs. Chas. Stewart, Mrs B. E.
Holllngshead, Mrs. J. E. Johnson,
Mrs. John Paulkner, Mrs. H. J.
The following Royal Neighbors
ladies met In an all day social
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day:
MeSdames Harold Nave, W. E.
Williams, C. K. Howe. M. L.
Hughlett, Lena Tucker, E. T. Bag-
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W. O. Aldrldge, R. E. Blanton.
C. B. Hunter, W. E. Kemp, O.
P. Smalley, Tom Collins, Jess
Rutherford. J. H. Weaver, Maxine
Weaver and Helen Nlckell.
The day was spent pleqing quilts,
one being completed and another
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There is always a standing
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N. A. social meetlngs.--Reporter
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The Worthy Club met with Mrs
Tom Osborne, February 11, for an
all day meeting. On account of
illness some of the members did
not get to attend. The day was
spent having a jolly good time.
We enjoy days like this of nil
play and no work after we do
a lot of work. Those present to
enjoy this day were:
Mesdames E. A. Parsons. C. H.
Wlncompleck. Kirk, R. M. Hunter,
C. C. Smothermon, Jess Ruther-
ford, Corbln R. C. Tyler H. B.
Watson and McElroy.
Several In our community are
down with the flu at this time;
Mr. and Mrs. Wlncompleck and the
Reed faintly are all sick.
Miss Roberta Odessa and Thresn
Bagwell and Charles and Franl.
Brunson were dinner guests In the
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