M "I went to Bob Header’s nouse with a portfolio of docu ments from the Manvel firm to go over the whole situation with him, and to explain why such drastic steps had to be taken. He wasn’t there, but Essie, who must have guessed that something was wrong, had me sent up to her sitting room, just off Bob’s dressing room. Naturally I assumed he was still downtown, but Essie took my breath by say ing he had gone that after noon to Washington. That ought to have warned me, but It didn’t. I thought he was turning tail, for there wasn’t a thing he could do to help himself In Washington.” His voice went lower; his cane tapped faster. ‘‘Df n’t forget that Bob was jealous as a Turk, and do trust me when I say that I never had any exceptional personal interest in Essie Hel der; but as things turned out I’d run straigh into a trap. Whether is was intentionally set or not, or whether it was meant for me, I don’t know, but it nipped me fast enough.” He looked appealingly at Barbara. "Essie had guessed that trouble was on the wind, but she had no idea how bad it was until she pumped the last ruinous detail out of me, then she went absolutely to pieces. I was sorry for her, dreadfully sorry. Who wouldn’t have been? In that moment all her brilliant schemes crumbled. In a second she was thrown all •the way down the heights she bad so stubbornly climbed. I tried to soothe her. She put her arms around me. She was In my arms, shivering, crying, when Bob flung open the door.” Steve brushed his hand acress his eyes. "It isn’t pleasant to go over that. I don’t know whom he expected to find, but of course he’s got his suspicions up that eomcone was seeing her secret ly when he was away. That’s Why he’d told his lie about go ing to Washington, so that he might burst in, and find out who was with her, and what was going on; and there she was, wearing a dressing gown. In my arms, and he was out of hi3 head from worry and jealousy. God! It was rotten luck for all three of us, by being there.” "Bad luck!” Barbara whis pered. "What did he do?” "Whipped out his revolver. Fortunately Essie and I were close, and we got it away from him after a nasty fight, and It dropped on the floor, and she kicked it aside. Unques tionably she picked it up later, and used it, probably, when he threatened her. for the ser rants testified that they quarreled shockingly after I left, and the servants were the only other people in the house, and they checked up on each other’s whereabouts perfectly.” *’B u t,” Bar bara said, “mightn’t he have shot him self? Men do, you know, after they’ve been wiped out.” Steve shook his head. “Impossible. It was proved mathematically at the tr?il, and I saw—I was afraid to leave her with what amounted to a crazy man. I turned to pick up the revolver, and saw her standing over it. and In that flash, while I was off guard, he sprang on me. and as I chashed down my ankle got caught beneath a heavy table support, and it seemed to go to pieces. Even he could •ec that I was rather badly hurt, and helped me up. ‘Come on,’ he said. ‘I’ll get you out of here, and I never want to sec you again.’ I begged him not to be a suspicious fool, and told him that I’d very well see him in the morning to go over his business, and went out of the house. Barbara, the very last thing I saw when I left was Essie, half bent over the gun. She must have picked it up. It’s logic she had it hid den about her when he came back and pitched into her.” ‘‘It’s logic,” Barbara said. “Did he go straight back?” “I was suffering some pain from my ankle, and he and the servant came to the side walk with me. A policeman happened along, and wanted to know what was the matter. I said I’d sprained my ankle on the steps, and Helder had the decency to let it go at that. The policeman stayed with us until a cab came, then Hel der and his man went back to the house, and I was driven home, and got my doctor, and was laid up for a long time. That's why I limp, Barbara.” He lifted his cane. “That’s why I’ve been re minded nearly every minute of the rotten luck that took me there that night. You can’t blame Essie for turning on me, for if I’d stayed away it probably never would have happened.” Barbara took his hand. “I do blame her. You were seen leaving the house with him before he was shot, and you weren’t alone a minute after that. She shouldn’t say such things; but, Steve, I would like to believe my mother didn’t kill my father.” She thought for a moment. She sighed. “At any rate I've got to see her.” Steve drew back. “Do you really think it wise after the way she behaved to night? And, Barbara, does she deserve it? She hasn’t gone out of her way to keep in touch with you. Apparently you’ve never heard from her.” “Never, but she might have kept In touch with me secretly through Aunt Barbara; and, Steve, it might have been her idea of a service not to let me hear from her.” He drew down the corners of his mouth. “After the way she burst on the town to-night! Decidedly there was no thought of a ser vice to you or anyone else in that performance.” “Just the same," she said, “I’m going to see her alone. Will you find out where she lives and when I may go?” He stood up and grasped her shoulders. “I suppose you’re right, but I dare say what she’s suffered has made her pretty harsh. I wouldn’t look for much senti ment. I warn you it mayn’t be a pleasant reunion, but I’ll try to arrange it and let you know to-morrow.” He limped toward the door. “Try not to worry too much over the newspapers.” “You think they’ll be pretty bad?” He smiled. “You saw the reporters. What she’s offered Is most tooth some food and drink for , them.” He went to the door and turned slowly there. “Have you realized that your pretty face is destined to adorn the screaming type?” “I suppose so. How will Mrs. Twining like that?” He shrugged his shoulders. “Who knows? The point is. when should wc spring this element you’ve brought In the l case? I’n sieep on it.” His voice softened. “Don’t you lose sleep over Gray. If he’s not a snobbish streak, all the better for you.” She tried to defend Gray. “Inheritance can be a nasty thing, Steve. Think what mine is. I can’t blame Gray, Mrs. Twining, or a lot of other people if they’re a little shy of Essie Helder’s daughter. Can you honestly tell me it makes no difference to you that my mother's been in prison all these years for kill ing my father, and is flaunt ing the whole business in the most disagreeable way now that she’s out?” She fancied he hesitated a moment before waving his hand. “None whatever as long as you are you.” She wished that Gray might have said that instead of run ning away. Wearily, reflective ly, limping rather more than usual, Steve went on to the elevator. Mr. Manvel was a light sleeper, and Gray’s precipitous ascent of the staris aroused him. He knew where his son had gone that night, and after some mental conflict he yielded to his depressing curiosity, got up, put on a dressing gown, and went to Gray’s room. In response to his knock Gray’s voice snapped angrily: “Who’s that? Come in.” Mr Manvel opened the door and gazed with amazement on his son hastily throwing cloth ing in a bag. “What’s up? Where are you going at this time of the morning?” Gray sullenly resumed his packing. “Maybe it’s just as well you’ve come. I’m going to Elm ford, and I don’t want a soul to know where I am for a few days, except you and Mother, of course.” Mr. Manvel sat down. “Something went wrong to night. Have you quarreled with Esther?” “Not to-night.” Mr. Manvel stirred restless ly “Gray. Was it a fairly sordid show?” Gray laughed shortly, “So foul it’s a blessing you didn’t go see for yourself. The papers will reek with it.” Mr .Manvel joined his fin gers and regarded them. “Is that why you’re retiring into seclusion?” “Not altogether.” Mr. Manvel peered. “Are you going to let it make any difference betv/een you and Esther? While it’s an odorous resurrection, she’s not to blame for it.” Again Gray laughed. “Esther revels in sensation. I think she quite enjoyed the slime. She didn’t seem to realize that, whether she’s to blame or not, it’s going to get the whole Helder tribe talked about.” Mr. Manvel cleared his throat. ‘ Too oaa, too oaa. Gray straightened. “See here. Father. I'm go- j ing to Eimford because I’ve been put in a rotten position. I've made an utter ass of my self. or I’ve been made to look one, which cames to the same thing. I want to get away from Esther, I want to get away from everybody until i I’ve thought it out and decided how much difference to night’s riot ought to make.” Mr. Manvel rose, placed his hand an Gray’s shoulder, and spoke earnestly. “May I hope that whatever you decide will not be lacking in. shall we say chivalry?” Gray jerked himself free and answered impatiently. ‘ You don’t understand. I tell you you don't understand. 11 's a waste of breath talking about it until I’ve worked it out if I ever can. It’s my own funeral. It's nobody elsc's business.” He snatched up his bag. ‘Good-bye.” Mr. Manvel peered after him as he hurried down the hall. Troubled, wide-awake, he re turned to his room. He didn’t like the thought of Gray’s re ceding from Esther because a scandal about her family, no matter how ugly, had come distressingly to life. Customs change. There didn’t appear to be a great deal of chivalry left in the world. Perhaps Gray was too selfish to pos sess any at all. Mr. Manvel sighed. If that was so it was his fault and Caroline’s. Barbara shrank from the morning papers. They were worse than Steve had warned her they would be, and she closed her eyes as she thought of Gray’s reading the sensa tional headlines, and realiz ing her as yet unpublished connection with them. The tabloids had made the most of their chances, but the rest were bad enough. “Convicted Murderess Becomes Braod way Hostess.” “Famous Crime Raked up by Release of So ciety Slayer.” “Husband Killer Exchanges Cell for Spotlights. ’ “Society Stirred by Reappear ance of Helder Husband Slay er.” Murder in every one of them! “I’m sorry she wakened —I suppose we’ll have to get the police.” Barbara, as she reopened her eyes and read, was sorrier than her mother ever could have been that she had wakened. Uncle Walter was right. What you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you. The scanning of the stories be neath the avid headlines hurt abominably: minute accounts of how Essie Helder had quietly left the prison where she had been nearly forgotten to spring with one dramatic bound back into the excited vision of two generations; des criptions of the new place of early-morning entertainment which she had deliberately de signed to remind the world of what she had done, and how she had paid for it; interviews in which she defiantly de clared she had been unjustly sentenced, and, even more an tagonistically, retailed not only her personal history, but a list of the family connections with the social and financial importance of each one; end less rehashings of the murder of Robert Helder and her trial; finally a catalogue of the less commonplace persons who had attended the opening of the Bars and Stripes. For the present Barbara was limited to that section, but, as Steve had said, she would soon adorn the screaming type. “Miss Barbara Norcross, the promising young actress whom Edmund Hackey unearthed to play in Charles Rulon’s com pany, was with that well known leading man for sup per.” It brought back another angle of her situation, and she wasn’t surprised when Hackey over the telephone summoned her to the office. She understood the moment she entered that Hackey had made his fight for her and lost. “You needn’t bother to tell me Rulon’s been here.” Hackey burst into wild laughter. “Been here! That’s putting it mildly. Look around. Aren’t the picture frames cracked, and the furniture collapsed? If not, I don’t know why not. I knew Charles was tempera mental, and I was careless not to have a straightjacket on hand. Dollink dear, he needed one.” She pulled at her gloves. “He needed one last night, Mr. Hackey. He was unforgiv able.” She was dully surprised that Rulon should seem of any im portance in view of last night's revelation; yet he was, be cause she didn’t mean to ac cept anything from the Hol ders. and he, she knew, had radically diminished her chances of making a living in the theater. Hackey spread his hands. TO DK CONTINUED Jk WARNING rtOM MISSISSIPPI Krum Minneapolis Tribune There Is a warning lor every state that does not put a curb on its mounting tax rate In a little ne»* hero that Itas Just come out of Mississippi Recently.,* 15 per cent »( the privately owned property m being sold for delinquent taxes Sixteen per cent of the agricultural mereate of the slant. or J*.6»8 farm*, and 13 per cent of the ctif pia partjr a as forfeited for non-pay* m«-ut of last year s taxes. 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