|Newspaper Title||The Daily News (Perth, WA : 1882 - 1950)|
|Trove Title||Money Or Wife ?|
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? i ? ii it Money or Wife ? ? ??-t — - CHAPTER XXil!.-(Continued.)
There was something more than pride prompting Enid to refuse all that the lawyers proposed. She had a fear that If she took' Julian's . money, he might have the right to take, the child awuy from her, or, at any rate, to 'have some ?power over the child! She had faced .the Inevitable; she had realised that the' man she loved was practically dead to her. The Unow
?ieage rendered her apathetic In a sense, but where the child was concerned, she was only too acutely alive, ami she ohms to this little creature las to .the one thing in life which really was her very own! Colonel Dawney answered her letter tn person. . He was such a comfort to Enid! He took the matter very quietly, just as If It were the most ordinary occurrence, and h*e even thanked her for turning to him. ' ? f ? ' * : _ ? ' Quite naturally he suggested the name of Pleydell to her as a lawyer, and was surprised when he saw her draw back almost frightened at the suggestion. 'Xo— no!' said Enid. 'I— I want someone— someone else. It would be not possible for .me to go to Mr, Pley dell. ?' y ? ??'???? Colonel Dawney looked at her thoughtfully;' then wrote down the name, of another firrti; and then he talked about Vhe child to whom, at his own wish, he had Fitod godfather; 'and he talked about her future; and1 he found no ' fault with anything Ahatvaho arranged; only he regretted' that sho had niado up her mind to remain In London. Enid gave him rather a wan smile. 'Perhaps, after all, I shall tfhange my mind again,' she said. 'I don't fancy that I s'hall be required, and I begin to hate London,' 'Well, we must 'talk 'It out with Nora,' and then Colonel Dawney star tled Enid by Introducing another sub ject. 'Oddly enough,' he said, 'I re ceived a letter this morning about you.' The color fade,d out of Enid's face. 'About me?' she said nervously. 'Ye?. I suppose you know Mr. Hammond. Desmond Hammond?' ? Enid's face cleared, and her 'heart beat a little more evenly. ' - ' 'Oh! yes,' she said. 'Mr. Hammond ?was one of our concert 'tour. You re member. It was through him we met. Has he written to you?' 'Yes,' said Colonel Dawney. 'He SPom.T very attached to you, Mrs.' Sin clair, and very unhappy about you?' 'I'm sorry,' Enid said; and now she: colored hottt. 'May I knpw what 'he' said to you'.'' » . ? i A: . . /'. Co'onel Dawney laughed, :pauBed; an instant, and then said— 'Well, 'lie seems to have trnt n. vnrv
wrong Idea into his mind. . I don't know how it has come about, but he associates me with tho trouble which you have borno so bravely.' 'You!' exclaimed Enid. '/Oh! how strange!' 1 I 'Well, I suppose he haa been jump ing to conclusions,' Adrian Dawney paid quietly. 'But he evidently knows where you live and what is passing wlt'h you; and he ha« misunderstood
the meaning of my appearances hero from time to time. That Is the pen alty, my dear child, that you women pay when you take your own lives into your own hands. Now, I am not go ing to Interfere or to preach a sermon, but I would like to point out to you that, young as you are, with all your natural attraction, you will have to contend with .many misunderstandings of this nature when you have cut your, self adrift from your natural protector. Enid's two 'hands were gripped tightr ly together. 'Oh! don't make things harder for me,' she said; .then with an effort she spoke .of Desmond Hammond, 'I tMnk tho best thing will he for me to see Mr. Hammond,' she said. ? 'I confess to you that he was the reason why I left the tour so hurriedly. I— I was afraid —I didn't want him to bo unhappy.' 'Well, he is unhappy, that .is pretty ?evident; but he ? )s. young, and- he'll grow ?out;of it, unless-—- Well,' Colonel Dawney shrugged his shoulders— 'In a little' while you. will be a free woman, arid you ought to have a home and someone to take care of you.' A little cry broke from Enid's Hps Then.dhe said: 'Never— never! If— lf the man I married doesn't want me, that doesn't make any real difference, because he will always be In my heart what he was. There never could be anybody elsel' ' Colonel Dawney held out his hands suddenly, and gripped hers. ' ?;,.' 'Leave me to deal with Mr. Ham mond,' he said. 'I think you have quite enough to think about, and to try. you. 1 shall be' able to dismiss all foolish ideas that may be congregated in his mind. Good-bye for .torday,,a?d let me 'do anything I can for you, won't you ?'' ? Promise me that,', and Enid whispered the words, 'Yes, I promise.' ? ? '.''?? . ?.'??:??'? ,' ; Down at the, sea Lady Nell declared that she wanted for nothing mare-; .on earth since she,-had/'Norah Fowls with -her[ i , : ;?'. .. ?'? ? -.'. . 'f: '' *:: ,-': '?/:?:?;/?? , Miss Powls 'laughed at this assur ance, / . ~ '?''-': .'Oh! my dear,' she saW. ? 'You flatter me;, and I wish- it were the truth; but unfortunately It lsn'tl' /'If I say.it ls,vwhy should you con tradlct me?' asked Lady Ellen; then she -cuddled the other woman. /'Oh, ?Nora,' .she sakl; -''let me 'make, pre- tence to myself. It is so nice suppos ing things, and. I do feel ever so much better. I'm not half so cobwebby as I was,' . For a long time sho ' said* nothing* about Enid Sinclair, but after' a while she began to ask questions; and Nora Fowls chatted naturally and easily about the patient in whom she had been so interested. 'You must meet 'her again,' she said, 'and you must see her toby.' ? 'Oh! I love ?babies,' said Lady Ellen. 'Do you know, I should like to go and live 'in a croche! Once I wa?j taken to ;a. funny little babies' home In the East End;' I walked into a room, Nell, and I. looked down at twelve Jlttle bundles all staring up at mo in the most fas cinating way. I nursed every one of them, and I did it very well, toot But do you think .Mrs. Sinclair will let me go to her.'
'Why' not?' asked Miss Powls. Lady 'Ellen shrugged her shoulders. 'I don't 'know. s-he sees a lot of Adrian, doesn't she?' ' she' . asked abruptly. ;? ? . . . . 'Not a lot; tout they' meet. Adrian Is very much interested in her, and then ;.he is \ her baby's godfather, one of them.'' ???-.? ; .? : ? ' 'Her baby's godi'athorVV. said Lady Ellen. ''That makes a very close tie, doesn't it?'; and Miss Powis laughed/ ?I- ? 'Sometimes, ; not always.' Then It was her turn to ask questions. ''Tell mo about this ,Mr. Julian Bryant. From what .Adrian sa^s, I gather he is one of your constant admirerB.' v'yik« him,' said Lafdy Ellen; they had just come In from a long walk, and Bhe was sitting crouched up on a big sofa. 'First of all, I like him be cause he reminds mo of Adrian,; they are awfully alike, Norah,, alike -In character, 'too, I think; though of course. Adrian is a little oldeh Mr. Bryant Is such a hico man. I am sure you'd like him.' , .. - , ; \ 'I want' to meet him,' said Miss POWls. '. :?',;, '??'?' ..??-. -: ??'. ' .??;? ? 'Come and dine. Can you come on Tuesday night?'' 'OhI I can't promise Tuesday,' aald Miss Powls. 'I have had a holiday, you 'know, and ; I must go 'back to work.' ' . . 'WeH, Wednesday— Thursday?' .. 'Perhaps you had better, fix up with Mr. Bryant ftrat.'-' . 'Oh,' said Lady Ellen carelesslj'. 'He will always come i'f I invite htm.' MLss Powls was folding -and refold ing, her gloves.' . ? V: . . '. 'What do you 'know .about him, Nell?' she asked. ''Has he any peo ple?' ? . '' ?.';.?? ??.';. '. ;??? :'.. .?? .?;.??' - . 'He has a mother Wjho seems to 'be rather an odious 'person. You know why he -Is so interesting, Nora, is that, ho was working In the 'hardest way possible when he came into this for tune. W'hat do you think he did? He was driving a taxi.' 'Really,' said Miss Powis. 'That is
Interesting. I suppose he must have, been off his head when he found that 'he was to be sc rich.' , ? 'I suppose so,' said: Lady Ellen; '*but do you know, the queerest thing about him Is that he doesn't seem to care about his money. And ho Isn't a bit happy! That Is what brought us both together.' ?' : ' 'So you sit and talk of sorrows all the time?' asked Miss Powis, with a^ laugh. 'We never talk about our own affairs, but wo both 'feel wo need sympathy.' 'Are you going to marry this man, Nell?' Lady Ellen said, 'Yes'); and then she Hddcd, 'If ho as-kq me,' ? 'Hasn't he asked you yet?'' Sho shook her head. _ 'No; but I know he Is going to.' 'Still, I think ho ought to 'make up his mind and -do it.' ??-?,.!. ?/? 'Oh, there is no hurry,' said Lady Ellen, and then she added, 'Sometimes —I don't know that I shall say 'Yes.'' 'Well, I shall say it. for you after this: it seems too good a match for you to miss. Adrian was talking; to me about Mr. Bryant the other, day, and ho had nothing but praise for him.' V .' ' ' 'Yes;1 Adrian likes him very much, I wish — -' .Lady Ellen got up from the sofa and walked to the window, and then stirred the fire vigorously. 'I wish,' she said, with a queer little laugh, 'that Mr. Bryant did not re mind me of Adrian, I can't explain. It, but I feel it/ana somehow it hurts.' 'Norah Powis smiled to 'herself In the dusk, The heart of this other woman was so transparent. The marvel to her was that Adrian Dawney did not read what she was reading so clearly. ?? An Impulse prompted her to write that night to Colonel Dawney— ? ? 'I find Nell ever so much better for this little change,' sho wrote; 'and we have had a very delightful time together; but I am going back to morrow, and I believe 'she will go back with me. I was' talking to 'her to-day about Julian Bryant. Do you know, I believe you have made a mls tako. Sho likes this man very much indeed, but 'ho is not the man sho would choose for her husband. I verily believe I have made a groat .discovery] There Is another man who stands be fore Julian Bryant, and will always stand. We two who care, ifor her so much, and want to res' her happy, we must work so that she does not make a mistake a second time.' 'Now,' Miss Powls said to herself, when «he had addressed this letter and stamped it. '2s* ow I have been and gone and dont it, and I wonder what the result will be! I don't Imagine,' she mused on, after an instant, 'that Adrian will misunderstand me; If he does, well, then I shall have to put things just a little more clearly In front of him.'