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MONDAY, DECEMBER 22, 1913. PLATTSMOUTH SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL. PAGE 7. ir.tr nnd wouhl come forth to be pre- He did not . ' . '" " "', There was merely Peter -who played on in u fantastic fashion, niwint to. be alluring, coaxing, conclusive, expletive or trie dominant sex coming loco au m own. ; "Not jesticgr tbe little wife said with a falling inflection; the husband pliook his bead. -It was absolutely you those days in Washington?" . -' - i es. , "And you never told me the truth T" ".No." '"."'' "Why not?" Slowly and painfully Hie words were spoken. "Becar.se.' he cried out gleefully, "because with your aaoraue perver sity 1 might have lost you tf I had." '"But the truth r she exclaimed with the reverential reproach or a child. "It went by the board. I'm afraid. lie lard the violin in the niche In the .'.wall. "Come, little lady, I've not had my kiss." be put out his arms. c But Betty hung back. "Don't you remember I said I'd have to send you flying if you'd been n musical man?. "Yes, of course I do. and for that rea son I never touched my violin from that hour to this. You'rer safely mine now. dear, and vou won't be so foolish .as not to want me to amuse myself with my bow awhile every day? Mrs. Van Zandt did not answer. " Shaddle coughed discreetly just then as he emerged from the dining room to announce that dinner was served. It was a curious meal. The mistress polite, even amiable, with a sad sub mission in her speech and manner; the young husband overgay, yet triumph ant, lie had ideas of being lord and master in bis own honse, his own pur- . suits,. his own ways; aaoring ner none " the less, but filled With the nious and perfect theory of man's supedor wis dom aDd the duty of husbands to see that they were- not too easy in even the sweetest of traces. And Betty? . .. It., all looked like a wreck to her. The silver, the crystal, the tall old brass randlestieks, ,:. big logs on the hearth, the family portraits, the bril- TLnnt tincr rt n rn n t n i-n t u ro hint nvn furbelows, the clink of the wineglass es, the soft tread-of Shaddle and Sup pleto her all these" were -nothing lse than a devastation, but the wreck of w recks-was -the uei throw of her. own supremacy, that in which be had most minutely taught her to implicitly be- So It Is first we play at love; then a '.little Liter maybe we learn to play -with love.. later on perhaps love plays with us. and by and by, if we are not too spent, when the most beautiful thing in the world comes our -.way, that second glorious," conscious con quering youth of power, we become J y-v u-r-1 K lnr-n n -w. T "I 4a imf itaII rr"f-H 118. r ; -.- -. . ' . .'What does masculine one-and-twenty ;"tncw of the magnificent pulsations of twice bis years? ' What does fair femi nine seventeen know of the later har vest of splendid, fruition that cojpes to the woman of seventeen more years her senior? . Little indeed. , So. quite seemingly submissive, full of daintiness - and courtesy on the wife's part, qrrtte charming, gentle, a bit nettled, but self satisfied in his po sition and glad all "was over with and discovered, on the husband's, the din ner was eaten ' . Shaddle in the recesses of hi3 pantry tapped Miss Supple on" the shoulder, Jerked - his thumb toward the dining room, his usually immovable counte " nance" all an interrogation point. Bridget Supple, nodding sagely, said in . her emnhasis a note of wholesome warning: - "That's married life. Mr. Sbaddle." CHAPTER V. -Where Betty Went. I7TTY VAN ZANDT; Betty .Van Zandt" Over and over again the girl who bad only been Betty Van Zandt a lit tle mere than three months kept re- . I t. l.nMnAl - K nlivht through. .It seemed to her that she Mas hammering the letters out on the plate of a coffin. The ground bad been swept irom uuuer ner eet me wuuie structure of her wooing, wedding, and short married life tumbled to pieces as she saw it passing in review before her. .She was not-distracted, or hys terical, or swooniusr; Bettyj was not of that caliber; she looked it all in the face, in the eyes, and made her de terminations, or possibly her determin ations .made her. She argued and plead- fu i or mm. uui n was oi no man. lue .naked truth remained that be had de ceived her. - - But about the violin! Could one be so stupid us to resent so little, little a thing? But "it. was the very littleness of it -t'.iat stung. . i And to her. with her curiously, acute ly, sensitized mentality and fiber, that violin was no little thing after alL It was the biggest thing just then In her world. Could she ever h feel to. Teter as shv had before ie.kncw? . . Betty was sure that she could not. Could she live on and on all her life and his. listening to the violin and re membering, the tragedy of its deceit? Slie could not do that. What should she do? Go up to Bloouiingdale to A liny?. Tell Auny? N.u. Sbgi i.'Ul:Ido neither one. No " body' could t told. ' If she could Ik buried liirsv some- ' v TirM-o nfYir off nnd try tr smother the -"m!up nnd humiliation of it. " Yes. that was it. shame and humiliation. s5 Peter, whom &bo bAl looted up. to and reverenced; Peter, whom she bad so joyously- vowed to "obey;" Peter, to hare played her a subterfuge, a trick, and then to laugh at ber and thfcik to coax her Into a reconciliation with the noise she detested and which prated on her soul aa the saw might grate on raw flesh. . . By daylight Betty knew "what she must do. - It would be done quietly and without speech. Words she and Peter must not have. At the breakfast table she was as usual, a bit grave, but sot more so than be could account for to himself as being relevant to a young wife's awakening in the fact that ber every caprice could not.be regarded with too much veneration. Peter bad come out into the garden to find ber for goodby, however, when he was starting for downtown. . Betty was cutting flowers, big crim son dahlias and marigolds and Bprays of asparagus, and she made the blith est figure in her flowered frock with a little cape of Shetland wool about ber shoulders, all her curls blowing, her eyes overbriUiant with the wake fulness of the past night, ber cheeks aflame with fever. -But you are the loveliest girl that ever lived!" he exclaimed, staring at his wife, hat in band. "Betty, do you know how beautiful you are?" She nodded. "Yes. exactly. "We will go to the Ogden's party tonight, don't forget, don't tire your self. I want them to see you as you look now. I shall be so proud of you! She glanced np at him, laughed a little and turned to ber flowers. That was the gist of It. A beautiful woman to be vain of. Her Hps did quiver, but with superb pride she turned the quiv er into mirth. "Kiss me goodby," he asserted. "Not out here. . "Come in the house, then." "No. Goodby. Peter." She did not even extend her band. "Is it because of the violin?" be laughed. - "1 expect so." Sire was sorting her posies. "Now.- Betty, look here, dear. If a man can't have the freedom of prac ticing a bit on a favorite instrument in bis own home, you know, it's not rea sonable." "It. doesn't sound reasonable," she answered. "Well, then? with considerable im patience as he pulled out his watch Betty's pretty shoulders went up a trifle, her head -went to one side. She was choosing apparently whether to put one more dahlia in her bouquet or not. She did not look at Peter. If she had. tears would have scalded her eyes, brave bonny eyes with the sun shining on them. . "Will you kiss me or won't you?" he asked with an angry emphasis. His wife shook ber head. And Peter went down to Nassau street. As soon as the front door had closed Betty sprang to her feet, the flowers fell to the path, she was indoors and the morning paper in ber band in less time than it occupies to set it down. The shipping list was scanned. The Spain sailed the following day "at 6 a. m. for Ilavre. Passengers must be on board the night before." Mrs. Van Zandt went upstairs. Two of her trunks the "Paradise trunks' Peter bad called them still stood in her little dressing room, a few trifles still remaining there to be taken out. Inside of three hours she bad packed them and a valise with her clothing and a few small belongings. She bad ordered the conpe. dressed, driven to the steamship office, engaged, passage and stateroom under ber maiden name, driven back to the double house, or dered dinner and gone out again, this time on foot. Into East 'Tenth street to order a coach from the livery stable she knew was there: this done. Mrs. Van Zandt. having to pass Grace church on ber way, halted at the gate, faltered a lit tle, then went In; went to the pew Peter owned, where she and Peter bad sat Sundays since ' their return, and knelt down. Betty couldnt pray, as prayers are made ' in fitting words and phrases. Hers was a torn and wrenched heart desiring to spend itself in Just one out ward throb that might reach to the di vine ear and not to any human one. Was'she doing wrcng? This did not occur to her. She was Betty, and Betty could not go on -living any sort of He life with the man who had got her by fraud. Because, you see. so intricate and strange are the complexities of some natures. Betty would not have married Peter Van Zandt if she had known alKnit bis violin. Which may reveal the fact that Betty was incapable of love, or then again it may prove the proposition that seven teen never is capable of that emotion in Its supreme entirety. Her sobs came fast, ber hands were clinched together in bitterness and loneliness; her eyes behind her mecb Hn veil were targe with tears. Then she beard some one speaking Hear her hushed women's voices, two of them, as they were busy with the altar cloths and flower vases, it being Friday. ' One said. "I thought they were to be married at Thanksgiving?" 'No.' not until Christmas. Christmas is such a perfect time in itself. I think the wedding should be either before or after.", " ' "Yes. so do I. Christmas should not be paired with anything. Wasn't the Van Zandt-Revere wedding lovely?" "Exquisite. ' I never saw such a per fect bride and bridegroom." "Yes: theirs ii.iL' real b ami E '";", Betty's Hp curled: then the sobs came shaking her to her soul: then she rose fKm her knees and went home. . , . . , , She wrote, a line only, to her hus band and left' tt Jn' his library on top of the Godey's Lady's Book, quite near the violin case, it ran this way: I am going to father. BETTT. Then presently the coach came and the astounded Shaddle beheld the driv er fetch down the two tnmk"t,and le valise and put them on; beheld his young mistress coming down the stairs with her reticule and long 'shawl on ker arm, just as when she bad arrived from her wedding tour. Betty said, "Shaddle, I am going on a journey, very . suddenly necessary. This is for you and Supple. Supple ISP Betty's Lip Curled; Then the Sob Came Shaking Her to Her Soul. is out, I know ; she has gone to Dean's for the lady cake Mr. Van Zandt likes." "Thank you. madam. Indeed, madam, I'm sorry you're not taking Bridget with you to wait upon you." "Thank you, Shaddle. I shall be able to wait upon myself for a few days, 1 am sure." She got into the coach, the faithful bctler wistful, compassionate, troubled to the last, his hand reluctant to let go the coach door. -But it bad to be shut No directions were given; the driver evidently knew bis goal. With Shad dle shading his eyes with his broad palm, staring after her. Betty started away from her husband's honse toward her father's. When Miss Supple got back with the lady cake. Shaddle told her; both of them white Siul IrenTbnng Willi ap prehension talked long and earnestly. Then Shaddle urged: "Biddy, darlln'. let's have our banns read on Sunday, eh and not be runnln risks any longer." "Risks, is it. Shad?" Miss Supple retorted. "I'd like to know what kind of risks there is In stoppiu' as we are. in comparison of a young thing like that's goin off three months after her weddin day. all alone, nobody knows where, in a hired coach. Tell me that!" Shaddle couldn't tell Miss Supple that at all, Bridget added. "Time enough for our banns to be read. Shad, when the young mistress gets back. There's somethin in ber that I love." "Supposln she never comes back!" Then our banns '11 never be read!" CHAPTER VI. What Peter Did. ft TTR. VAN ZANDT was late In - getting from bis office that 1 day- ne looked np at Bet- ty's windows and saw lights shining through the filmy lace cur tains. Toor Bridget had turned on every jet as high as possible. Shaddle had the biggest logs of his store burn ing on the hearth, and the two. one hovering' to open the door, the other ambushed in the pantry, awaited the master's footstep. No need for his key. The bntler opened wide, and Teter sprang in expecting his wife's laughter at the threshold, or did he not expect It? nad be one of those mysterious things called an apprehension? No one might know. lie said good evening to Shaddle. threw a short glance around and up the stairs, then into the drawing room, the library. Across, through the arch into the other half of the double bouse, stepping into bis library, picturing all the while ber fond little arms, her perfect lips, her tender cooing voice, the goodness and warmth and comfort and bliss of bet, shortly to be fouud. enjoyed, reveled In. Perchance a little bit of submis sion, most delicious, and certainly by and by he should be playing to her on the despised violin, she listening, won over, conquered. .Yes; that would be it conquered. To conquer to be conquered exact ly what the man and the woman each wants. But the process of achieve ment mnst be always adequate, always adjusted in a fashion that masculine one-and-twenty , knows nothing at all about. . Peter, of course, did not find Betty In the law library.. He came slowly back to the other half, the half they mostly lived in. and as slowly mounted the stairs. Betty wns not in her room or her dressing room. Ele did not note the absence of the trunks. Betty was not In his dressiug ruoni. nor was she ou the floor above. But the enchanting little witch was in biding in the garret, of course. Peter went to the garret It was a big place, extending all over both halves of tue double house. The raft ers were black and cobwebby and strung and hung with all manner of garments; there were dusty engrav ings, cracked mirrors, rusty Franklin stoves, spinning wheels, barrel chairs in faded chintz, calfskin trunks with brass nails. Hessian boots covered with mold, his father's old saddle, a pillow, a spinet, piles of La Be!!e Assemblee and annuals, rickety tables, three leg ged chairs, Leghorn bonnets, sleigh bells, the key to the big dividing doors that be bad so lately hung on their peg. a scrap of pink and yellow ribbon under his feet, the reflection of his own figure in a cracked cheval glass holding the candlestick in . his hand, but there was no Betty. Mr. Van Zandt came down to the first floor. No one was yet to be seen. In fact, Shaddle and Miss Supple were wedged in their pantry, palpitat ing with a great and suppressed excite ment neither one daring to emerge or to offer explanation. Van Zand": thought: "She has gone out up to Bloomingdale to the De Peysters to give me a little fright, but I will not follow her. No, no. A man must not give in too far. She will come home by 10." He dressed for dinner, sat down and nte. He smoked a cigar or two. pacing the front hall after the servants had gone below. He watched the tall old clock in its niche between the drawing room and library doors, until the hands pointed to 10. Then he crossed again into the other half of his house; into the law library, and, scanning the table, he at last saw Betty's envelope. He opened and read, ne stood still, the frail, bitter little paper weapon grasped in his sledge hammer hand. That was it; the giant, the man. pow erless in the flutter of the buttertly's wings; blinded by the little. little thiug; a littler thing even than the vio!in that had wrecked his wife's young life. ne sat down, still holding the tiny sheet; and he sat there, nearly mo tionless, until morning. Shaddle and Supple sat up all night, too, waiting for a possible summons; watching for. they could not even sur mise, what The chilly. pnHid sun of the Indian summer slanted in alike upon master ; and man. and maid; but no word was spoken between them. Shaddle went up and laid out his masters fresh clothes, filled his tub. put the morning paper ou the candle stand beside his untouched bed. then slipped down again to the kitchen. The breakfast was announced, but al though the master sat at meat, be ate not a morsel: and only drank half the cup of coffee that Supple in silence poured for him. Afterwards he went out, and he did not come back for three days. Shad dle and Bridget were frightened to death almost; visions of suicide, mur der and kindred horrors distorting all their waking and sleeping hours a well. By and by Mr. Tan Zandt did come home. No one knew until long years after where and how he had spent those seventy-two hours. When he returned it was on foot unshaven, nnkempt and haggard, aged by years, but with no syllable of either inquiry or explana tion. He made his toilet, took some breakfast and drove down to his office In the white satin lined coupe he had made into so soft and bridelike a nest for Betty Revere. Once at the office, he wrote in a firm and rapid baud to his father-in-law at Limoges, merely this: "Colonel John Paul Revere. American Consul General. Limoges. France: "My Dear Sir You will do mo the hon or to receive each mouth for the future one-half of my inherited income, one half of my income from whatever law practice I may have. It will reach you by check through Rothschild & Co.. bankers, of Paris, nnd I shall highly esteem the condescension of your con veying the same monthly to my wife. 4 i He Sat There, Nearly Motionless, Un til Morning. your daughter, Betty Revere Van Zandt You will also, my dear sir, I am sure, do nie the further favor of conveying the intelligence to Mrs. Van Zandt that the house on tbe square is to be immediately altered into two dis tinct dwellings: the masons and car penters will be at work tomorrow. The half which Mrs. Van Zandt did me the honor of occupying will remain intact as fbe was pleased to leave it always ready for her occupancy at any mo ment. The passagewnys will bewailed np. tbe carriage bouse will be secluded from the square part of the establish ment and be solely at Mrs. Van Zandt's service. The garden will be unequally divided by a high brick wall, leaving Mrs. Van Zandt in entire possession of the r:'ths. flowers, gnrperies. etc Brid get Supple will live in Mrs. Van Zaudt's , YSsS W lift A 'witf naif or tte house ana win nota ncrscit in complete readiness ait nil times to serve her mistress. I have the honor to be, my dear Colonel Revere, your obe dient servant and sou-In-Jaw. "PETER VAN ZANDT. "New York. Nov. 10. IS." This was mailed and went out by the ship sailing that very day for n.nvre. All the tliin?s that Peter Van Zandt had mentioned ia his letter to Colonei Revere were promptly done; bi orders arried out to the letter. Bridget agreed, more than willingly, to live ou in her accustomed quarters. It would not le lonely since the two basement doors in rea'ity opened up.m one area: the back doors of both kitchens were alongside of each other. Shaddle was to remain in his place, and Miss Supple was to do the cooking for her mater and all the general work of tbe bache lor quarters that were evidently to le maintained in the Washington square side of Dr. Van Zandt's big house. In a fortnight the walls, then, wore built the arches filled, the new plaster dried and paired in the semblance of marDle columns Hke the rest of tbe halls. Heavy curtains. to.. wire hung over the archways, and Peter Van Zandt. after that, retired to his Lalf of the house and never ag:an in le::c. ki;g years put Lis foot iuHe Lis wife's t-iJe of the old Lrick mansion. As soon aa the workmen l gan to be busy he had gone to the New York hotel and stopped there. When the repairs were finished it wis his or!er that Shaddle should so report to him. Everything now being finished. Shad dle was polishing Lis Ixxrt in the gar den outside of the kitchen window; "Ah, she must come home to him!" Bridget wis inside roiliLg out pastry She opened her sash for the kitchen was hot. "Shadl" "Yes. Biddy?" "io you think if the master finds it out he'll b, after kiilin nsV" "Sure, don't le silly. What have we got to do with it?" -Oh, haven't we, though" "lie can't know It if you don't tell him." "Then tnaybe he'd b'ame the boss builder and call him in and make him do it and we'd get sent away for Id tcrferin"." "No." Shaddle shook LLs bead. "The young master "11 never find it out. He'll never look behind thiia curtains." "It was bold of us anyhow." "It was yourself. Bh'.dy, with your big hei'.rt as thought of leaviu the t.rst floor arch as it was. It wan your'-If that wheedled the boss builder. It was yourself that confessed it to Father O'Shaughnessy and got absolution for meddlin" with your superiors." "So it was." Bridget left the pastry loard and sat down and cried t em ;" tuousiy. "Sure it was me myself that did ail that same. thinLin' ail the time that whin the young creature coiues back how sad she'd le to find the road to him blocked up like that" "Ah. d )'t le cryin". Biddy. You're In the right of it nlwnys. S'rre Fn thinkin tbe day'Il soon come when the young master '11 lm glad enouch that there's nrse door leailin" to the nji.--tress' part of the o:d house that alu't barred ag'in him except by the turniu of a key iu the lock." "She'll come home! Ah. she must come home to him!" wailed Miss Sup ple. "And him the light of her eje.s and her the Tipple of his!" "Biddy." Shaddle dropped his I Lick ing brush hastily and thrust a hand through the wide iron bars of the kitchen window, seizing Bridget". floury lingers, "say. mayn't 1 go be yond and tell Father O'Shtughnessy t read our bai.ns nest week?" Shaddle had. be thought, caught hi Dulcinea in a inciting mood. But Bridget cast a deeply re;nn'!i ful glance through ber bars, jerked her hand brick to its rolling p!a and an swered: "Sure, men Las no benrts at all. at all. Shad. 111 not h:ie no banns rend until tie mistress conies lio'iio." "Then the Iord help us! resp-mdod tbe butler. "May she tome in the next ship!" "She won't do that same, but she'll come." was Miss Supple' not alto gether comforting rejoinder. Mr. Van Zandt left the hotel that evening immediately after Shad die's visit. ne cane back to Lis home, entering now aiid a! way by the Wash ington square door, i'io d r Lis f.ithr had been accustomed to usr for all the years of his professional life. As the serving man and woman Lad foreseen, be never pushed adde the cu'tain they lad so artfully hung to i:.s;.ect the work: in fact, it w.-.s an intense relief to him r.'t to see the new vnlls. l ot to have to look at the solid divid ing barrier. For awhile he led Lis life qniet. so far as one could sec. as usual: only riot mingling with his kind. Men never ventured to ask Peter Van Znivlt or. question: or women either; there wr. tacit silence between him and hi ac quaintances, whatever surmises they made among theni ). .' '-ne krvT where Mrs Vnn Z;:rit wa m't;t Aur.r De Peyster had a letter from her at Llxnose. and In t':' I'.-fty v.vKb.-j ! ho more lf au ; .-: l:at..'n tl.iin Ler ' husband. Anr.y wrote. Betty answered;, u rrrpa Vr. Jiatwa-'. l twe ;i 'e ;in -. r l v i -rein Anny provi?-! h'-rt '.f t? - i: 'm i ';.:. wonderful fri-i:l n w-::;; .:: nn when s-be I Eiade of tl.e r'-'-.t ni terials. On the ii-!it ben IVr-r 1.. ft I' " New Yor!: hotel ard rcf-.TT.-l t 1 rwn roof, he h:ii ca.'-d MvjJ I o t 1 rn In hi library. SL:-. 1 'I1 .nv ft- vi :.r. lying ou the l ie t.;ii. ;i!- tl.c ; ;'. I I-idy's Bo)k a:.d ti.e I .t'e (5".t ! lidJreed to Lis L..asf" "S!.add." I -Yes. ir?" j "Yon ee tl.'u tuW.c. tf.-" rT'1'5 I Iorks. violin ca i"l t"-e th.n a It?" I "I do. Mr. T.-n Z..r.l. " 1 "Well. I w:;:,t t!."i t r-:.?i:n J '-t I No Cr;tT t t - h tl.m; i. d ;-t- iv.z or moving at auy ti::;c. ! Vw tlr" "And you trill tM Bri.'-'t" -I shall. "r. Sr.r sir. y -.i 1. 1 r i." it's your will r..e r.: 1 I'.i ;r. "! i die Ik-fore we'd !: n 'irr.:1! con e i ' ' them. "Very goid. I :rn jn-. .'.:! Shadd'.e. to it aiwr; !;.- without fall rei'te-iN-r an ! ! ''i, 1 pie. t'o J;r.-':t f!i" ca a 'I -f t'. . in Mrs. Van Z..ri.i r - ;: a- --! twilight mnc-r :.. a:: 1 ! t t' ::i I urn I until moru.'r.g. ! "Yc. sir." Shadd wont d--wti f T- !r--' j -Snre. IliMr." be oot.-'u.To 1 1 i -.'..- with. "th nistre 'ii bv c::.i:.' s n and the br.ns" "Shad !. I'm ijui. t." Ftj; r ' rnr stairs and lighted up l.er jonng n ' tress' room. i And ovi ry riig'.t !. '.! ot : tLe I .!: !r:nT ia t'-.t !.'f f ? f - .! j Me 1. -:. all th" i."ti 1 U- 'T.::-'.1 every f th- r v i:: v ! : You se. Pe'. r's a'-i ! v - j'..:: ' an.-uiid t'to oort; r. 1 A lift!" i.iier :.. wL-n C: ri.- :vi i i.i-b. lli-v ar-f tr :n t'. - :i- : ' L-.t'l f evi rie r .; :.i I l ' . ' ; in : '.. j s tlia. ai.d wreath;. f L "'v d i;.i- ; ! tietoe tlr-1 with sf.-r.t r,l '-. An i -i the je-.ing u..itT i i t t:.. '';:.: , "Sh;.d!:e. 1 w:l! j..n nt d p.-.r. : t . bang wreath in tlx- ::ia"s ef Mrs , i , 'y-r t I.- - - 1 , i, f. r-t i 1 1 Betty's Roam Were a Crec of F'- Van Zandt's ri-n.. and g-rt.rr, aro:::id the chan b l.er v.tA ' fjri. an'l rt.ipen of green over the d and mi Chrbt tuas ot o. t.err.ir r.r.'.f. ligtt all ti canlle on tl.e r:..i:.'. 1 an 1 on your u;;s;res" i!ros::,g t i!u. s n:d let them btiru t tLe .-t. 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