|Newspaper Title||The Daily News (Perth, WA : 1882 - 1950)|
|Trove Title||Money Or Wife ?|
Money or Wife ? CHAPTER V.— (Continued).
?Ho advanced a little every day, and at last ho permitted l:lm»elf to bo con ducted .downataSrs, and ;put Into 'his luxurious car, and with Stephens too aldo him was .bowled through tho glory ol' -the antinnn sunshine, tho autumn that . Htm had the embrace of summer ?in Us soft genial air. | ' Mr. Tendevten heard ot tho advance
of oonvalcacence; and 'ho smiled as he wo .told of tho daily drives, of tho vleltw to talloro, and of the ether tradeopeoplo whom Stephens had in troduced to his master. He anilledv again when ho realised that Julian ?Bryant rofusod to see him. It was all so In keopins with what he had im agined. Tho day came when Mr, Bryant, was pronounced well enough to leave the nursing home. The specialist (of course, M'r. Teuderten had decreed ?that anO'ro than ono doctor was neccH sary)1 .preacrlbod a visit to Torquay, if 'Mr. Bryant preferred not to go abroad. Tho young man listened .to all the, doctors said to him, but made no ra martt. On the day that everything was jpaokefl, and he was ready , to «o, fea'plhens brought him a tunaJl leathej 'bos, . 'Mi. Tendorten said that lie thought that you would /prefer to write ycur own cheQuos, sir.' He handed at tho same tlma a sheaf, of bills. Julian Bryant turned very ?pale and aat for un instant without moving; fout Btophens h/id unlocked tho deapatch-box and taken out a bis one-que-boo-k, and put iblotting-paper, pen and imk in front of his master. 'If you will put your signature, sir, I can eaaily fill up the rest. Those are all -tho items. Just for an instant Bryant hesttatod again, then 'he tock the pen and wrote his first cheque. 'I will fill them all in myaolf,' he said. 'You shall put them la the varl
o;ib envelopes,' Juct 'before ho loft, whan ho was alone, Bryant stood in tho middle of the room, and covered his faco with his hands. Ho hated himself for his weakness, he despised Mm a elf, und ?with his 'hatred thero was 'initialed a longing1, that longing which had woven dtself Into every conscious mo ment of Ms life, a longing for the creature who had left him. Ho had asked no questions, ibecauao ho felt ?that he could trust Pleydell, tbat tho lawyer would have 'broken hi a silence ?bofore this if there had been tho need to communicato with him. The fact that Mr. iPleydoll said nothing- proved to Julian that Ms wifo had been traoeu'; foeyond that lie dared not lot ?h'lmaolf think. Ho drovo ftwoy from 'the iiurslna Qiome, leaving the impressilon .that for a man do richly endowed as ho was he was .particularly morose; and he was received in W3 own house as thoiiffh ho had boon living there all his life. It. guve .Uryunt a chill i'tollns to Una 'himself pasulnjy Into that hall wlicro ho hurl sat thut 'liy-sone day, and hud ? wrU-tcm Ihat despalrlns: letter. How ??.far away lie had 'been from Imagin ing the curious turn fate, had prepared In his life! The chill feeling lingered
as he entered this exquisitely appoint ed house, with its air oE brightness and gaiety. His loneliness look on a new significance, Such a house de manded a proper mistress, something young and fresh and exquisite, some one who laughed llko music, and in whom 'the joy of Hfo ran so vividly that the little 1 feet supporting the slender llm'os danced 'when they slxoujd have walked. , 'Bryant turned to his valet,,. 'Ring through,' he 'said, 'and see if Mr. Pleydoll Is home. Bog '-him to cqme ?to mo at ohoo.' ; ? )',''.'- . ' The man resumed 'almost at; oncq and brought tho samo answer.1 Mr. Pleydell 1 was still away, ibut wouid 'be returning now 'In a few daya. Mr. Ten derten was at 3Ir. Bryant's disposal, ' 'I will wait,' said Julian Bryant. 'It Is Mr. Pleydpll I .wish to see.' There wor'o letters for him spread out on tho table In tho hall; writing w,hlch ho did not know, and others just a few sent on by his 'lawyers from Ms old 'homo, When .Stephens left him he mado a .pilgrimage, round tho Jiouse, and tho vision of Enid grew clearer and ciearer beforo him, each Btep he took. 'Oh! God,' he said 'to himself. 'I must see 'her! I must know what she Is doing.' The mere ? th'Jught of George Ton derton was detestatolo to him, 'but he went downstairs deliberately, and Tting up 'PJeydel! and Ccusens, and asked to speak with the junior partner, 'I want. news of my -wife; where in she?' ho demanded, when he was put ?In 'communication wltjh 'Mr. Tenderten. h 'Mrs. Bryant is perfectly well, but I am sorry I cannot give you 'her ad dress.' ? 'You ??say she Is well; what t Is she doing, and how is she living?' I ?'I am very' sorry, !Mr. Bryant,' the other man answered. 'I can really give you no information, ibeyond the fact that I know that 'Mra. 'Bryant Is In good health.' Julian Bryant put 'back the receiver roughly; then he rang for Stephens. 'I am &olng out,' he said. 'I don't quite 'know when I shall, bo' in. No;, don't call mo a cab; I am going to walk.' ? - Ho made his way with a heart that beat and thrilled to that little dingy street where he and Enid had lodged las-t. All at once ,lt seemed to 'him that ho could not live through another night without trying for direct news of her. He was tick with anxiety when he pictured tho sort of existence she must 'have -been living— -where had she gone?. To ?whom 'had she turned? What was sho doing? Had she known of lulH Illness, or had they made her believe that of 'his own freewill he had turned away from 'her and had chosen the money instead? It was all so familiarly uyly to him when ho .r&acbefl tho crowded, shabby neighborhooJ In ' which 'he and his wife had made their home. How many . tlmea 'h'e had^ walked this way with despair eating at his heart and darkening the outlook! It was all so familiar, and yet surely It was much uglier than, it luid been1.' (To 'bo Continued.)