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HARRIET PIPER
Copyright by Kothloen NonH
By KATHLEEN NORRIS
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DANCE—AND PAY THE PIPER
My proposition is that you and 1 are quietly married tomorrow;
you come hack tomorrow night and announce it whenever you see fit.
I may seem a little matter-of-fact about this. Miss Field, hut I am
hoping you understand. 1 am making you an unsentimental busi-
ness offer. I need you in my life aiul I offer you certain advantages
which it would he silly and schoolhoyish for me to deny I possess.
I have a certain standing in the community which even Mrs. Carter's
madness has not seemed to impair seriously. The hoy and the girl
both love you, and you have my warmest friendship. Your position
in my household will he as free, and independent as was Mrs. Carter's.
I do not know whether you will consider this a fair return for what
I ask, for after all you are giving your services for life to the Carter
household—
Here you have ■ eituation full of dramatic possibilities. Richard
Carter, wealthy, distinguished, the father of Nina, 17, and Ward, 24,
is proposing a marriage of convenience to Harriet Field, 28, and
beautiful. She has been the social secretary of Mrs. Carter, who
eloped, was divorced and died. Mr. Carter wants Harriet’s capable
hand at the head of his household affairs.
These affairs are complicated enough to be decidedly interesting.
Royal Blondin, an attractive adventurer, has fascinated Nina. Ward
wants to marry Harriet. Blondin has a hold on Harriet because of
past relations between them. And Harriet, a nice girl with a con-
science, is secretly In love with Richard Carter. So Harriet, who
has danced, has many ways in which to pay the Piper. The question
is: How does she pay? And a very interesting question it is.
It’s especially interesting because Kathleen Norris answers it.
She's been writing since 1910 and has won a wide public with a
dozen or so popular novels. She is quite modern and up-to-date
and this story is illuminating as to social conditions—besides being
a fascinating love story.
CHAPTER I.
Richard Carter had called the place
“Crownlands,” not to please himself,
or even his wife. But It was to Ills
mother's newly horn family pride that
the Idea of being the Carters of
Crownlands made Its appeal. The es-
tate, when he bought It, had belonged
to a Carter, and the tradition was thnt
two hundred years before It had been
a grant of the first George to the first
of the name In America. Madame
Carter, as the old lady liked to be
called, Immediately adopted the un-
known owner Into a vague couslnshtp,
gpoke of him as “a kinsman of ours,"
and proceeded to tell old friends thnt
Crownlands had always been “In the
family.”
v It was a home of creamy hrtek, co-
lonial In design, and set in splendid
lawns and great trees on the bank of
the blue Hudson. White driveways
circled it, great stables and garages
across a curve of green meadows had
their own Invisible domain, and on the
ghlnlng highway there wns a full mile
of high brick fence, a marching line of
great maples and sycamores, nnd a
demure lodge beside the mighty Iron
gales.
On one of the wide benches thnt
■were placed here nnd there on the de-
scending terraces, In the late hours of
an exquisite summer afternoon, Isa-
belle Cnrter had sealed herself, nnd
Anthony Pope, her cavalier, had
thrown himself on the slgtps at her
feet.
She wns a woman worthy of the ex-
quisite setting, nnd might well have
turned an older head than that of the
boy beside her. Brunette, with smooth
cheeks deeply touched with rose, black
eyes, and a warmly crimson mouth
that could be at once provocative nnd
relentless, she glowed liko n flower
herself In the sweet nnd enervating
heat of the summer’s first warm day.
She was the tiniest of women, nnd the
little foot, that, In Its transparent silk
stocking and buckled slipper, was
close to Anthony's hand, was like a
child’s.
The nmn wns twice her size, nnd as
dark as she, earnest, eager, and today
with a troubled expression clouding
his face. It wns to banish thnt look,
If she might, that Isabelle hud delib-
erately stopped him here.
She had been behaving badly toward
him, and In her rnther Irresponsible
»nd shallow way she wns sorry for It,
Isabelle was a famous flirt, her hus-
band knew It, everyone knew It
There wns always some man paying
desperate court to her, and always
half-a-dozen other men who were
eager to be In his place. Isabelle
lived for this, went from one adven-
ture to another with the naive confi-
dence of a woman whose husband
smiles upon her playing, and whose
position Is Impregnable.
But this boy, this Anthony, wns dif-
ferent. In the first place he was
young—but twenty-six. In the second
place he was, or had been, her own
eon’s closest friend. Ward Carter wns
twenty-two, nnd his mother nineteen
years older.
Anthony wns young, and he was ab-
surd, but he did not know It, nnd Isa-
belle began to feel the difficulty of
keeping the whole world from discov-
ering It before he did. lie made no se-
cret of his passion. He came straight
to her In any company; he never
looked at anybody else. To her own
daughter Nina, seventeen years old,
Ills attitude whs almost paternal; he
Ignored Ward as If ^lielr friendship
bad never been.
Isabelle saw that she had made a
mistake. She should have killed tills
jiffalr at the very beginning. Tony
was not like the older men. willing to
play the game with Just a little scorch-
ing of fingers. Appearances meant
nothing to Tony, and she had let the
piny go too far now to convince him
thnt she did not return something of
his feeling.
She looked down at him now, con-
tent to be alone with her and at her
feet, and a hundred mixed emotions
stirred her. His feeling for her was
not only pitiable nnd absurd In him,
but It was rapidly reaching the point
when it would make her absurd and
pitiable, too. Nina, Instinctively
scenting the affair, had already ex-
pressed herself ns “hating that Idiot;’’
Ward had scowled, of late, at the mere
mention of Tony’s name. Even her
husband, the pntlent Richard, seeing
the youth ensconce himself firmly be-
side hei In the limousine, had had
aside his mild comment: “Is this young
man a fixture In our family, dear?”
“You should be playing tennis,
Tony," said Isnbelle.
“Tennis!” A look of distaste crossed
Anthony's face.
"IToase—Cherle!” he begged.
There was a silence brimming with
sweetness and color. Tony laid his
hand against her knee, groped until
her own warm, smooth fingers were In
hls own.
“Does Mr. Carter piny golf tomor-
row?" he asked, presently.
"I suppose sol”
"And you—what do you do?”
“Oh, I huve a full day! People to
lunch, friends of Madame Carter—i’
The boy laughed triumphantly.
“I knew you’d say that!” he said.
"Now, I’ll tell you about tomorrow.
You nnd I are going to slip nwny, at
about one o’clock, nnd go off in the
gray car. We'll go up to—well, some-
where, nnd we'll have our lunch under
the trees. We’ll be back at about four,
for the ten callers, and they may have
you until I come hack for dinner.
After dinner we'll walk on the terrace
—ns we did two wonderful, wonderful
nights ngo, and perhaps—" Hls voice
had fallen to n rich and tender note,
hls eyes were rapt. "Perhaps," he
said, “Just before we go In, at the
end of the terrace^ you'll look up at
the stars again—”
“Tony!" Isabelle Interrupted, her
face brilliant with color. "My dear
boy—my dear boy, think where this
Is going to end. In all reason—In all
reason—”
"Isabelle, what In God’s name has
reason to do with It!” He knelt be-
fore her, and caught her hands, and
Isabelle had a terrified fear thnt
Ward, or Nina, or any one else, might
start up or down the terrace steps and
see him. “The Instant you realize
what you and I are to each other, my
darling,” he said, “you begin to talk
of reason. Love Isn't reason, Cherle.
It's the dlvlnest unreason In the
world 1 Cherle, there's never been
another woman for me; there never
will he! I can’t live without you; I
don’t want tol You’re frightened now,
you don’t know how we can manage
it. But I'll find the way. The only
thing that matters Is thnt you must
belong to me—you shall belong to me
—ns I to you In every fiber of my be-
ing—"
“Tony—for Heaven's sake—1" Isa-
belle wns In an agony. Somebody wns
approaching. He had gotten to his
feet, and wns gloomily stnrlng nt the
river, when Nina Carter, followed by
a great white Russian hound, came
flying down the steps.
“Mother—" Nina, a tall, overgrown
girl, with spectacles on her straight
nose, ami straight, light-brown luilr in
thick braids, stopped short and gave
her mother’s companion a look of
withering distaste. "Mother," she be-
gan again, “aren't you coming up for
ten?"
"Ask Betty Allen to pour," said
Mrs. Carter, regaining her composure
rapidly, and assuming the air of host-
ess at once.
"Betty went home for a tub,” Nina
explained. "She’s coming back, But,
Mother,” she added, with a faintly re-
proachful and whining Intonation,
“really, you ought to be there—”
Mrs. Carter knew this as well as
Nina. But she found the child ex-
tremely trying In this purltanicul
mood. Granting that this affair with
Tony did her, Isabelle, small credit,
at lenst It was not for Nina to sit In
Judgment. Rebellious, Isabelle fondled
the loving nose of the hound with a
small, brown, Jewhled hand, and
glanced dubiously at Tony’s uncom-
promising back.
“Trot bade, Nina, love," said she to
her daughter, cheerfully, "and ask
Miss Harriet to come out and pour.
I’ll tie there directly. We'll come right
up. Run along!”
To Nina, in this lgnomlnnus dismis-
sal, there was sweet. She adored “Miss
Harriet," the Miss Field who had
been tier governess nnd tier mother’s
secretary for the three happiest years
of Nina's somewhat sealed young lift.
It would be "fun” to have Miss Field
pour. Nina leaped obediently up the
steps, witli a flopping of thick braids
and the scrape of sturdy shoes, and
the sweet summer world was In silence
again.
Isabelle snt on, stroking the hound,
her soul filled with perplexity. An-
thony's eloquent back gave tier sudden
understanding of hls fury. "Ah, please,
Tony,” slie pleaded, “what can 1 do?”
“Nothing!" he answered, suddenly
pliant. “Nothing, of course.” And
he turned to her a boyish fnce stern
with pain. "Of course you can do
nothing, Cherle. I'm not such a—such
u fool—’’ hls voice broke angrily—
"that I can’t see that I Come on, we’ll
go up and have tea—with the Bel-
lamys. And I—I’ll be going tonight.
I'll sny good-by to you now—and per-
hups you'll be good enough to make
ray good-bys to the others—’’
The youthfulness of It did not rob
It of real dignity. Isabelle, wretched-
ly mounting the steps beside him, felt
her heart contract with real pain. He
would go away—it would all be over
Isabelle Was a Famous Flirt, Her
Husband Knew It, Everyone Knew
It.
nnd forgotten in a few weeks—and
yet, how she longed to comfort him,
to make him hnppy again I
She looked obliquely at hls set face,
nnd what she saw there ninde her
feel ashamed.
On the bright level of the upper ter-
race tea was merrily In progress. Miss
Field had duly come down to preside,
and all was well. Isabelle, as she
dropped Into a chair, gave a sigh of re-
lief; everyone was amused and ab-
sorbed and hnppy. Everyone, that Is.
except the magnificent nnd sharp-eyed
old Indy who sat, regally throned,
near her, and favored her Immediately
with a dissatisfied look. Old Madame
Carter had her own good reasons for
being angry, nnd she never spared nny
one available from participation In her
mood.
She wns remarkably handsome, even
nt seventy-five; with a crown of puffed
white lmlr, gold-rimmed eye-glasses,
nnd nn erect nnd finely preserved fig-
ure. Her voice wns theatrically deep
and clear, and her manner vigorous
nnd Impressive,
"Well, my dear, your friends were
naturally wondering what Important
matter kept their hostess away from
her guests,” she began. Isabelle
shrugged and smiled carelessly, with
an Indifferent glance nt the group.
“Harriet is managing very nicely,"
she said, contentedly, ns Tony, with a
somber face nnd averted eyes, brought
her her tea.
“So Ward seems to think,” observed
Ward’s grandmother with acidity. Isa-
belle laughed Indifferently. Her son,
slender nnd tall, nnd with something
of her own eagerness and fire In hls
sunburned young face, was beside Miss
Field, who tulked to him In a quiet
aside while she busied herself with
cups and spoons.
"Perfectly safe there I” Isabelle
said.
“I should hope so 1” old Madame Car-
ter remarked, pointedly. “At lenst If
there’s uny of our blood In hls veins—
but, of course, he's all Slocum. They
used lo say of my A^mt Georgina thnt
slie never married because the only
man she ever loved was beneath her
socially—”
Isabelle knew all about Aunt Georg-
ina, and she looked wearily away. “The
Bellamys are coming In for awhile,
she observed, with deliberate lrretev-
nnce, “and I hope they’ll bring their
Swuml—or whatever he Is', with them.
He must be a queer creature.”
“He’s not a Swaml, he's an artist,”
Tony said, drawn Into a casual conver-
sation much ugalnst Ids will. “Blon-
din—I’ve met him. I can't bear him,
he makes me sick I”
He relapsed Into gloomy silence, and
Isabelle put Into her laugh something
affectionate nnd soothing.
“He evidently lives by hls wits,” she
suggested, “which Is something you
have never had to do!”
Tony scowled again. It wns part
of hls charm for her that he was the
spoiled darling of fortune. Handsome
and young, and with no family ties to
restrain him, he had recently come
Into Ids own enormous fortune. His
manner with servants, hls ready check
book, hls easy French, and his unruf-
fled self-confidence In any Imaginable
contingency, coupled with hls youth,
had strong attraction for a woman
conscious of the financial restrictions
of her own early yenrs and the limita-
tions of her public-school education.
“Why don’t you go to the club and
dress now, and come back and dine
with us?” she said, In an undertone.
“Do you want me?’’ he asked,
sulkily.
“I'm asking you!”
For answer he stood up, and smiled
wistfully down upon her, with a hesi-
tancy she knew well how to Interpret
In hls eyes. He had been longing so
thirstily for Just that permission, and
she had been yearning so to give it 1
Happiness came back Into both their
hearts ns he turned to go, and she
gave him Just a quick touch of a warm
little hand In farewell.
Other guests had come in, and Miss
Field was extremely busy, nnd Ward,
helping her officially, was busy, too.
“Fun to have you down here 1” he said,
In her ear.
Harriet Field had an nside with a
maid regarding hot water. Then she
gave Ward an Indulgent, an older-sis-
terly glance. He was In years almost
twenty-two, but at twenty-seven the
young woman felt him ages her Junior.
He was a Joyous, irresponsible boy,
nnd he and hls mother’s secretary had
always been good friends since the
day, four years ago now, when the
silent, somewhat grave Hnrrtet Field
had first made her appearance In the
family. The young people loved her;
Richard Carter occasionally said to
Ills wife, “Very clever—very pretty
glrll” which was perhaps as close as
be ever got to any domestic matter,
and Isabelle confided to her almost all
her duties and cares. Nina, Insatiably
curious, had gathered no more than
that Miss Harriet’s fatlifir had been a
college professor of languages, and
that her only relative was a married
sister, Linda, much older, who had
four children, and lived In New Jer-
sey.
She was a master of the art of keep-
ing silent, this young woman, and but
for her beauty she might have been
as inconspicuous us she sincerely
tried to be. But her simple gowns and
her plainly massed hair only served
to emphasize the extraordinary dis-
tinction of her appearance, and her ut-
most effort to obliterate herself could
not quite keep her from notice. Old
Mrs, Carter, who for reasons perfectly
comprehensible In an old lady who
had once been handsome herself, de-
tested Harriet, and said to her
daughter-in-law that In her opinion
there was something queer about the
girl.
She was of that always-arresting
type thnt combines a warm dusky skin
with blue eyes and fair hair. The •
eyes, In her case, were a soft smoky
blue, set In thick and Inky black
lashes, and the hair was brassy gold,
handed carelessly but trimly about her
rather broad forehead. Her mouth
was wide, deep crimson, thln-llpped;
It wus a mouth of secrets und of mys-
tery, of character, a mouth that hud
known the trembling of pain and grief,
perhaps, but a firm mouth now, u*id
a beautiful one.
Looking at her, an artist would
have fancied her a bold nnd charming
and boyish-looking little girl, fifteen
yenrs ago, with that Greek cldn and
that tawny mane; would have seen her
sexless nnd splendid In her early teens,
with a flat breast and an untamed eye.
And a romancer might have wondered
whnt paths had led her, in the superb
realization of her beautiful woman-
hood, ut twenty-seven, to this subor-
dinate position in the home of a self-
made rich man, tun! this conventional
ten table on a terrace over the Hud-
son.
“Nearly half-past five, Nlnn,” she
said, presently. “Go and change and
brush, that’s a darling! You look
rather tumbled.”
Nina, reaching for a murron, obedi-
ently wandered away, nnd Immediately
the empty chair beside Harriet was
taken by a newcomer, Richard Cnrter
himself, the owner of all this smiling
estate, who had come up from the
little launch at the landing, had
chnnged. hastily Into white flannels,
Harriet saw nt a glance, and had un-
expectedly Joined them for tea.
“Ten, Mr. Cnrter?” Harriet ven-
tured.
He was wntchlng hls wife with a
sort of Idle Interest. She had to re-
pent her Invitation.
“If you please, Miss Field! Tea
sounded right, somehow, to me today.
It’s been a terrible day!”
“I can Imagine It!” Harriet's voice
was pleasantly commonplnce. But the
moment had Its thrill for her. This
lean, tall, tired man, with his nbstrnct
manner, hls perfunctory courtesies, hls
nervous, clever hands, loomed In oddly
heroic proportions In Harriet’s life.
His %ce wns keen and somewhat
lined under a smooth crest of slightly
graying hair; he smiled very rarely,
but there was a certain kindliness In
hls gray eyes, when Nina or Ward
or hls wife turned to him, that Har-
riet liked.
For Harriet he lmd hardly a. dozen
words n year. He merely smiled
kinifiy when she thanked him for the
Christmas gift that bore hls un-
touched card; If she went to her sis-
ter for n day or two, he gave her only
a nod of greeting when she came hack.
Now and then he asked with sharp
Interest about Nlnu’s teeth or hls
mother’s headache.
But Harriet had known other types
of men, and for hls very silences, for
hls Indifference, she had begun to ad-
mire him long ago. She had not been
born In this atmosphere of pleasure
and ease and riches; she was not en-
tirely unfitted to Judge a man.
Isabelle was always breezily civil to
her husband; he had long ago van-
ished as completely from among the
vital elements of her life ns If he were
dead, perhaps more than If he were
dead. She thought—if she thought
about him nt all—that he never saw
her little affairs; she supposed him
perfectly satisfied with hls home and
children nnd club and business, and
incidentally with his beautiful figure-
head of a wife. They had quarreled
distressingly, several yenrs ago, when
he had bored her with references to
her “duty,” and her Influence over
Nina, nnd her obligations to her true
self. But that had all stopped- long
since, and now Isabelle was free to
sleep late, to dress at leisure, to make
what engagements she pleased, to see
the persons who Interested her. Rich-
ard never interfered; never was there
a more perfectly discreet and gener-
ous husband. Half the women Isabelle
knew were attempting to live exactly
ns she did, to cultivate “suitors,” and
drift about In an atmosphere of new
gowns and adulation nnd orchids nnd
softly lighted drawing rooms, and in-
cessant playing with fire; It was the
accepted thing, In Isabelle's circle,
and that she wns more successful In
It thnn other women was not at all
to her discredit.
“And thi« is Mist Field, Mr.
Blondin!’’
CTO BE CONTINUED.)
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CURFEW BELL IS STILL SOUNDED
Authorities of Lincoln's Inn, London,
England, Keep Up Custom Es-
tablished Centuries Ago.
At nine o’clock each night, the cur-
few is rung. In London, England,
writes a correspondent, ns It 1ms been
for 800 yenrs. This old-time custom
is still a part of the duty of the chief
porter of Lincoln’s Inn. The hell
which Is tolled was originally brought
from Calais by the Ill-fated Robert
Devereux, carl of Essex, In lriOO. It
is hung in the old Lincoln’s Inn chapel,
erected during the reign of James I,
In the building of which Ben Jonson
Is said to have used hls trowel. "At
8:45 each night I light my lantern
and proceed to the belfry," said the
chief porter—who In hls modesty
wishes to remain anonymous. “As
soon ns the last stroke of nine has
sounded I strike the bell 50 times.
Why 50? Well, I don’t know, except
that It Is the custom. The only time
the curfew has not been sounded In I
Lincoln’s Inn during the past 800
years or so wns during the war after
(he bomb fell In Chnnoery lane in Oc-
tober, 1915. I rang the hell, ns usual,
at nine o'clock. The bomb fell 25
minutes later, shaking the whole
place. Some people thought thnt the
curfew was responsible, so ft was sus-
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English footmen formed one of the
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Seminole County News (Seminole, Okla.), Vol. 15, No. 49, Ed. 1 Thursday, February 23, 1922, newspaper, February 23, 1922; Seminole, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc859485/m1/2/: accessed April 26, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.