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RAPTURE BEYOND by KATHARINE NEWLIN BURT CHAPTER ONE— When Jocelyn, forgetting what her music master had taught her, played music, her own mother, Marcella, was alarmed. It was like the voice of a stranger in the house. She rose from the prie-dieu in an alcove of the long Spanish-looking room, difficult to recognize as the living room of a New York apartment, and came forward past intervening massive furniture to look at the player. There she sat, the daughter Marcella had put into a foreign convent twelve years before, a smooth sleek golden girl. Eighteen years old, full-bosomed, narrow-walsted and roundhipped. She used, when her eyes met her mother's, a slow smile. She did nothing quickly. But when she played this music of her own there was a change. Marcella was quick to recognize it. Jocelyn had thrust down her chin, and there was in her eyes, when the slow smile left them, the difference between June Sky and thunder sky. Then Marcella thought of the contents of that little crypt above her prie-dieu and of Julian . . . and of all the things that this daughter must never know. "I want her to be safe" she murmured to a nun when twelve years before she had left the little girl trembling in the dim waxy-smelling parlor of the convent. And greeting her only two days ago on the wharf of her native city with all the wharf tall towers stretching up behind them Marcella had sailed dagain to the same num, twelve years older, more waxen and more frail. "Oh, dear Sister Delice, how shall I keep her—safe?" Jocelyn Harlowe's first ball-gown—it the play, forbidding any extension of gayety for Jocelyn. She was not to be whirled off to the cafe or restaurants of after midnight joy. Jocelyn was meek, had suffered a long discipline in meekness. But her nerves began to quiver. "The other girls," she said with a sort of fierce timidity, "the other girls go on. Mother." "You are not like the other girls," said Marcella, "and I will not let you become like them." Jocelyn murmured. "They're very nice." Marcella's hand fell upon her and tightened sternly. "I am the judge of niceness." And Jocelyn sat still under that touch. Often Felix Kent came in to see them. During his visits in the living-room Marcella was a constant chaperon. Jocelly would play her plano or sit with her eyes down lisstening to her mother's hard manufactured conversation with an older man. She had never before studied a man at such close quarters. Felix Kent was a man shapely and hard and different in every fiber from her thrilled self. The convent child felt this difference in all her nerves and pulses. There came an evening when Marcella left them alone. Jocelyn was at her piano dutifully executing a commanded melody. It was intricate and held all her attention. She did not know that she had been left unchaperoned in the room with Felix Kent. He came and stood close to her mother has left You know I love you." Yes," said Jocelyn, looking down. Do you think you can do it don't know monsieur He laughed in soft del closer. I may put my arm loveliest? She made no movement but he, interpreting her draw her to him and she suddenly so that all of him seemed to be his own. Her mouth. At that she was up a side of the room. Never living creature move so her hands were pressed lips. Her bosom panted distended and wet. "Oh, no," she whispered no... no... no. I can. Kent came toward her, her arms were stretched out at a distance! She even against the window while amazing picture of lighted silver smoke and of a skirt the petals of dark paniscus. "Darling, I'm sorry, pardon. I know I frighten do forgive me." He felt had been sent back in a part of a Victorian life came to him from half-romantic novels: "I don't You may take your own you so: I want you to me. After a considerable silhouette composed herself. But she window, drawn up for an instant spring by the great dark city of refu "I want her to be safe" she murmured to a nun when twelve years before she had left the little girl trembling in the dim waxy-smelling parlor of the convent. And greeting her only two days ago on the wharf of her native city with all the wharf tall towers stretching up behind them Marcella had saldagain to the same nun, twelve years older, more waxen and more frail. "Oh, dear Sister Delice, how shall I keep her—safe?" Jocelyn Harlowe's first ball-gown—it was for a costume ball—was white, as all first ball-gowns probably should be. Standing sheathed in all this purity of color Jocelyn herself had a look of sleek brilliance which did not express her age, her simplicity or her profound lack of all wordly experience. It was not the convent child's fault that she looked so unconventional. She was really ignorant, a veritable novice in living, but there was in her blood and in her brain a swift rebellious maturity to which her body had subtly shaped itself. A husband in her mind. It might be managed quickly before Jocelyn was fully awakened to reality. She must be made to long for it ignorantly as a release. If marriage, if this man, could be presented to her as an escape, as the opening rather than the closing of life's doors. Before Jocelyn's return from France Marcella had been busy warming chilled social contacts, melting the edges from metallic connections of one sort or another. She had once a great position in the city and it was not too difficult in spite of what had once shattered her life, to make herself remembered. So when she brought Jocelyn into the ballroom she was able to obtain for her, alided by her own exotic charm, a sufficiency of fantastic partners—to Jocelyn they all seemed Romeos and the ballroom an irridescent bubble of delight—and at least even to attract for her the supper-partner Marcella had desired. This was Felix Kent, dressed as the Jack of Diamonds, and with his regular Saxon face and large eyes curiously resembling that conventionalized gentleman of fortune: "But you don't look it," he said, seating himself beside flushed Juliet at the small palmy rosy table they had taken for themselves. "You don't look it, and you don't act it and you don't—yes, you do speak it. You a delicious little French accent. And well, something about the way you move your lips and use your eyes is different, conventual. Perhaps I'm not going to be disappointed after all." This was the address altogether different from any Jocelyn had yet received. And older man, evidently. He condescended to her. Well, that was of course to be expected. "Mr. Kent," she said, "you have really no right to any disappointment, have not such close quarters. Felix Kent was a man shapely and hard and different in every fiber from her thrilled self. The convent child felt this difference in all her nerves and pulses. There came an evening when Marcella left them alone. Jocelyn was at her piano dutifully executing a commanded melody. It was intricate and held all her attention. She did not know that she had been left unchaperoned in the room with Felx Kent. He came and stood close to her leaning on the piano.. In the salim severity of evening dress he looked sleek and attractive, like a panther. His eyes were now filled with their extraordinary incandescence. "Stop play……Just a minute, Jocelyn please." She obeyed, let her hands fall and gave him her meek child's look and her, slow unchildish smile. Here's the easy road to Merry Christmas Bank of America's 1932 Christmas Club is now open... 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She made no movement nor sound but he, interpreting her silence, did draw her to him and she came softly suddenly so that all of her young body seemed to be his own. Then he kissed her mouth. At that she was up and at the far side of the room. Never had he seen a living creature move so swiftly. Both her hands were pressed against her lips. Her bosom panted. Her eyes were distended and wet. "Oh, no," she whispered. "Oh.... no... no... no. I can't." Kent came toward her, not close, for her arms were stretched out to keep him at a distance! She even went back against the window which held an amazing picture of lighted towers and silver smoke and of a sky colored like the petals of dark pansies. "Darling, I'm sorry, I beg your pardon. I know I frightened you. Please do forgive me." He felt though he had been sent back in a dream to play the part of a Victorian lover. Phrases came to him from half-forgotten old romantic novels: "I don't do it again. You may take your own time. I want you so. I want you to marry me." After a considerable silence Jocelyn composed herself. But she stayed against her window, drawn up there as though for an instant spring backward into the great dark city of refuge beyond the "I think so. Yes: If my mother..." "Your mother gave me her consent at that same costume ball when I was the Jack of Diamonds." "Do you mean that I will marry you... you are asking?", "Yes." He had kept her hand, was holding it close to him in both of his own. "May I have a piano?" whispered Jocelyn. The question sounded so like mere childishness that Felix laughed out, and again, but very carefully, put his arm about her. She came to him but not so softly, so completely, as before. "You shall have everything," promised the Jack of Diamonds. The engagement of Miss Jocelyn Harlowe of New York City to Mr. Felix Kent of Chicago with all possible other details of information was presently in due form announced. And Jocelyn wore upon her third finger a diamond as splendid as a star. "You shall be married in the spring after a four months' engagement." Marcella promised. Later there were evenings, however, when Felix' new role of restraint was difficult to maintain. On one such evening he left Jocelyn abruptly drew her to him, and she came softly, suddenly. Then she saw him, coming round a great throne of a chair which had interposed between them. The cripple, The little bent man, sidelong, with bright eager eyes. Jocelyn would have screamed but he arrested her with speech. "Don't be frightened, Jocelyn," he said gently in a voice full of pleasantness, "I wouldn't scare ... I wouldn't hurt you for the world. You see, your poor little child, I am your father." And Jocelyn recognized him. For years Jocelyn had had a photograph in her possession, secretly. All other pictures of Nick Sandal had been destroyed, clipped into spilleries of cardboard and burned to black feathers by his wife. When the bent man came round the corner of the chair and spoke to her, Jocelyn was therefore able to identify him. "I'm not afraid of you," she said—a querier first speech from child to parent. "Im glad my daughter is not afraid of me. I thought by this time you'd be made... of fear—I used to call you 'Lynda.'" He lifted her hand to his lips. "Darling, I'm sorry. I beg your pardon. I know I frightened you. Please to forgive me." He felt as though he had been sent back in a dream to play the part of a Victorian lover. Phrases came to him from half-forgotten old romantic novels: "I don't do it again. You may take your own time. I want you so; I want you to marry me." After a considerable silence Jocelyn composed herself. But she stayed against her window, drawn up there as though for an instant spring backward into the great dark city of refuge beyond the windowpanes. "You won't do that again?" "Not until you wissh it. Please, Jocelyn, give me just the tip of your little little convent fingers." She let him take her hand and kiss it. She brushed the other hand across her eyes and smiled. "Then it's all right?" he asked her. "You shall have everything," promised the Jack of Diamonds. The engagement of Miss Jocelyn Harlowe of New York City to Mr. Felix Kent of Chicago with all possible other details of information was presently in due form announced. And Jocelyn wore upon her third finger a diamond as splendid as a star. "You shall be married in the spring after a four months' engagement." Marcella promised. Later there were evenings, however, when Felix' new role of restraint was difficult to maintain. On one such evening he left Jocelyn abruptly with a manufactured excuse. She went back into the room and sat down by her piano, brooding. The door from the passage which led back toward the bedrooms opened softly. Jocelyn whirled about, surprised. She could see no one. But the door had moved. She was startled. "I'm not afraid of you," she said—a queer first speech from child to parental. "I'm glad my daughter is not afraid of me. I thought by this time you'd be made... of fear—I used to call you 'Lynda.'" He lifted her hand to his lips. "I came to ask you... are you happy?" "Yes. And thr-rilled." (Continued Next Week) The child who has been trained simply to obey is not equipped to face the complexities of modern life—Flora Rose, Cornell. Next Christmas A PROBLEM OR A JOY? Save the extra money you need in Bank of America's 1932 Christmas Club A PROBLEM OR A JOY? Save the extra money you need in Bank of America's 1932 Christmas Club Next year be better prepared for holiday wants. Just a small deposit each week mounts up to a helpful total in Bank of America's Christmas Club. You can so easily save enough to give your loved ones a wonderful Christmas. Or finance an educational course. Or take a trip yourself. 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