Argosy All-Story Weekly, February 5, 1921 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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Wa re York Miller Author of “ Which of These Two 2?” etc. WHAT HAS ALREADY HAPPENED ETTY MARSH, the innocent tool of a gang of swindlers, headed by Rita Carlisle—in reality the divorced wife of Sir William Tavenor—met and fell in love with Derrick Tavenor, guarded him from the clique, married him, and came to Sive at Tavenor Court. There, having met Julia and Maud, his cousins, she was reminded unpleasantly on seeing a photograph of Gerald Stansbury of the part she bad played, though unwillingly, in his ruin and suicide. Also, fearing exposure by Roger Fitzgerald, a sort of neutral member of the gang, she wrote him, gaining a brief respite from this fear in his formally friendly answer. But trouble was brewing; following a curious “trial” at which Letty heard Sir William “condemn” one Grace Howland, an employee, for unseemly conduct, Rita arrived, met Letty, and went in to see the ironmaster, with whom she had an appointment. And, indifferent as he was to her wiles, she brought him up standing with the statement that there existed a child— his and hers.. Fumbling over the documents which she had presented, suddenly he gave a cry, followed by a terse exclamation: ‘Grace Howland!” Mrs. Carlisle turned sharply. ‘Yes, that's her name—Howland was the name of her foster-parents. know her?” CHAPTER XVI. THE STROKE, ERRICK had been to London that LD day to see about his resignation from the army. He returned in the late afternoon to find Letty walking to and fro by herself under the trees which bordered the lawns running from the generous ex- panse of mansion to the reedy lake at the bottom. Letty’s position was such that she com- manded a very good view of the driveway, but Derrick was only half right in assum- ing her to be on the watch for him. He got out of the car and went directly to meet her, thinking what a lovely and yet curi- ously pathetic little figure she made with her bunched-up curls and demure school- girl frock of soft gray. All about her drifted the gold of October leaves, and the last rays ae Do you happen to of the sun kissed the loose tendrils of hair into a halo. “Qh, Derrick!” she cried, fying toward him breathlessly, her little feet making but a fairy impression upon the thick turf. ‘“ Have you seen her?” He stooped and kissed her before reply- ing, his good, blunt-featured face kindled into tenderness and—had she noticed— something more than that. It was a troubled tenderness that he bent upon her 30 earnestly. “Seen whom?” he asked. ‘‘ Mrs. Carlisle. She came to the Works asking for Uncle Bill; pretended she had shares in Tavenors’, and had to see him on business. Of course that wasn’t true, but Julia believed her. Julia asked her to lunch, but she wouldn’t come. She said she might come later, to tea—but not a sign of her. Oh, Derrick!” This story began in the Argosy-Allstory Weekly for January 29. 320 cComiclbooks.€©