anaheim-gazette 1932-01-28

RAPTURE BEYOND by KATHARINE NEWLIN BURT THIRD INSTALMENT Fresh from a French convent, Jocelyn Harlowe returns to New York to her socially-elect mother, a religious, ambitious woman. The girl is hurried into an engagement with the wealthy Felix Kent. Her father, Nick Sandal, surreptiously enters the girl's home one night. He tells her he used to call her Lynda Sandal. The girl is torn by her desire to see life in the raw and to become part of her mother's society. Her father studies her surroundings. Lynda visits hr father in his dingy quarters. She finds four men playing cards when she arrives. One of them, Jock Ayleward, her father tells her, is like a son to him. Lynda says a second visit to her father and Jock takes her home, on the way stopping with her at an underworld cabaret. Jocks asks her to dance. Jock gets into a fight with a gangster who insists on dancing with Lynda. He then takes Lynda home. Later she mentions Felix's name to Jock and Ayleward's face displays his demoniac hatred of the millionaire. Jock tells Lynda that Felix caused him to be sent to jail unjustly by fixing up his report on a mine. Lynda says she doesn't believe his story. She pays another visit to her father and goes to a cabaret with him and dances with Jock, who suddenly stops and tells her he is going to take her right home. He had seen Felix dancing with another woman. tance to her mother's little sanctuary had not been closed that its curtain, too, had been pulled aside. The two tall candles burned steadily and a figure crouched before its altar, surely the figure of a stranger. With a chill upon her flesh Jocelyn then recognized Marcella. Marcella spoke breathlessly and harshly. "Go back to your own room. What are you doing there?" A few moments later there came a knoc kat Jocelyn's dor. She opened it and stood aside. She was trembling. But the woman who entered in a long red dressing gown was now Marcella, her usual self, sterner, perhaps, prepared to deliver a reproof. "Did you feel ill, Jocelyn?" "No, Mother. I heard you moving about. I wondered who it could be." You might have known that at this time I should be at prayer. It's nearly morning. You disturbed me."/ "I am sorry, Mother, I—I did not think that you were at your prayers. You were holding something. I thought that you were—" "You must have been dreaming. Perhaps you walked in your sleep. I shall have to lock you in. Go to bed now. You're cold. If you hear such sounds again you will know better than to disturb me." Seeing the girl upon her pillow, Marcella bent over her for one of the dry kisses and went out. Jocelyn lay awake. The clock in the living room chimed five. Chimed six. Jocelyn's suspicion, her curiosity, has become a fever, pain that she could not endure. Ghost-soffly she crept again out to the living room. What did the son do prison? A clergyman's so dreadful. Clergymen's sons are darling. This one took a bled in a false report on I lost a good lot of money through that report. A got away with his prof guess, but I was lucky enough him out and I had him so. I was sorry for his two sisters but if ever after what he got it was that. "You don't thin there been any mistake, that the mine perhaps deceive—I feel so sorry for that Be sorry for the clergy means but don't waste young man. I knew that from the time he was a ways a pretty slick you Queer how it came out in a crafty gift for sleight could make a pack of thing. He'd pull coins on." He was a no-account starting post. Seemed at college and came through school with honors. Streak was there; and to riding life—he didn't in straight and well—the By ten o'clock of that ing Nick's fever, with the pain, had left him and hit white racked face and it Jock. The young man changed from his evenin. "You'd better go and get Nick whispered." Business night?" Jock tells Lynda that Felix caused him to be sent to jail unjustly by fixing up his report on a mine. Lynda says she doesn't believe his story. She pays another visit to her father and goes to a cabaret with him and dances with Jock, who suddenly stops and tells her he is going to take her right home. He had seen Felix dancing with another woman. NOW GO WITH THE STORY A few moments later she stood outside on the pavement with Jock. He hailed a taxicab. At the door of Nick's lodging house Jock let her in and in spite of her repelling gesture, sort of instinctive protest against her own confused submission, he mounted with her. As Jock turned to rejoin Nick, Lynda approached him and offered him her hand. It was an unconscious gesture of trust and forgiveness. Over her hand, his fingers closed strongly. Lynda felt a rapture of body and of blood. It was sweeter than honey, more heady than red wine. She felt his lips moving, she heard him say "I love—I love—" And she was conscious of what he said of its meaning of the havoc that it caused. She lifted her eyes as though for help. They met Nick's eyes. He had followed them from the cafe instantly, had come in, and had seen them and now throwing himself in one painful contortion across the room set his tormented hands upon Jock's collar and, using all his strength, jerked him up and back. The young man half rose and was forced into a chair by Nick, who shouted at him: open the thick small metal door. Behind it lay a leather box and this edrew out and set upon the top of the prie-dieu. She raised the lid. The glory that had lain hidden there glittered across her eyes like a mesh of living stars. Jewels as rich as a queen's. Rubles, emeralds, sapphires and white diamonds cut into blazing angles and set in a heavy intricacy of dark gold. The barbaric Slavic splendor of this ornament made eye n'the ignorant convent child catch her breath, it was so beautiful. Two long earrings to match were cradled at either end of the old leather box which was decorated with a worn golden coronet. The value of these jewels in such a setting must be fabulous. She returned them to their hiding haps you walked in your sleep. I shall have to lock you in. Go to bed now. You're cold. If you hear such sounds again you will know better than to disturb me." Seeing the girl upon her pillow, Marcella bent over her for one of the dry kisses and went out. Jocelyn lay awake. The clock in the living room chimed five. Chimed six. Jocelyn's suspicion, her curiosity, has become a fever, pain that she could not endure. Ghost-softly she crept again out to the living room. Almost instinctively her hand rose to the velvet drapery behind the altar. She lifted it. A small deep-set door with a lock, the key still in it, lay behind that altarpiece. Marcella had been startled, had moved away quickly, had left her key. Jocelyn tightened her lips and spoke to her uneasy conscience: She will not let me know her secrets. She will not love me. I must learn the truth of my own life by my own efforts. She turned the little key and pulled And she was conscious of what he said of its meaning, of the havoc that it caused. She lifted her eyes as though for help. They met Nick's eyes. He had followed them from the cafe instantly, had come in, and had seen them and now throwing himself in one painful contortion across the room set his tormented hands upon Jock's collar and, using all his strength, jerked him up and back. The young man half rose and was forced into a chair by Nick, who shouted at him: "You dare to take my daughter here, to make love to her. My daughter! Kiss her with your mouth of a convict, touch her with your hands of a card-sharper." Jock fairly cowered. His face loked dazed. He quivered at the two words as though Nick had used a lash upon him. Then carefully, not to hurt Nick's hands, he freed himself and went out into the night. Nick went over and laid down on the couch, exhausted. "You did wrong to come to me, groaned Nick. No matter where I live my life defies your fingers." Speaking, he caught by a paroxysm of physical agony which kept Lynda there in pitiful and sacred attendance until nearly morning. At last she was drive into summoning Jock Ayleward. Her father har gasped out a number and almost at once after she had taken down the receiver Jock answered. "Nick's suffering terribly. I have to leave him." His reasonable cool voice answered instantly, I've been expecting it. I'll be there. In fifteen minutes Lynda admitted hi to Nick's bedroom. He passed her and went to Nick. The sick man's contorted face smiled crookedly. Jock passed his arm under the writhing body and seemed at once to give it greater ease. Neither of them said bood-by to Lynda nor even seemed to notice that she went away. When she climbed in at her bedroom window she was scared by the brightening sky. As she slipped into her nightgown, she head a movement somewhere beyond the bedroom passage. At its end the door stood partly open and a faint and golden light shone from the room. Jocelyn came as far as this doro. She could see then that the leather en-glittered across her eyes like a mesh of living stars. Jewels as rich as a queen's. Rubles, emeralds, sapphires and white diamonds cut into blazing angles and set in a heavy intricacy of dark gold. The barbaric Slavic splendor of this ornament made eye vne ignorant convent child catch her breath, it was so beautiful. Two long earrings to match were cradled at either end of the old leather box which was decorated with a worn golden coronet. The value of these jewels in such a setting must be fabulous. She returned them to their hiding place. All other thoughts and fears were obliterated by the shock of her discovery. She knew that she had indeed been living with a stranger, that she was motherless. She knew that Marcella was a sombre unreality in a black gown with a silver cross against its breast but within it a blaze of jewels glamoured an earthy spirit. Marcella and she were strangers. No explanation could move her toward the woman who had crouched, greedily absorbed, above those jewels. The shock and the excitement of the long night were suddenly too much for her. She fell down and wept in a sort of helpless spiritual agony. When Felix Kent came to see his youn gfinance the next morning, which was a Sunday, he found her so white and heavy-eyed that not only his pride of a possessor but his lover's tenderness was roused startled. He suggested a day's trip to the seashore. So they drove down. Felix proved so sympathetic that Jocelyn was encouraged to ask him if he had ever known a man named Ayleward. Felix turned his head to look at her more sharply that ever he had turned or looked before. His condescension which was so integral a part of his really great desire for her—the little innocent girl—was momentarily shaken. "What the dev—! Now where did you ever dig up that name, child?" For the first time, to keep Lynda secret, Jocelyn made use of an invention: "Cousin Sara Mullet once knew a clergyman of that name—who had a son." "And who kicked the son out and changed his own name in oder not to share it with a convict. Wasn't that it? Yes. In knew that unlucky parson." What did the son do to be sent to prison? A clergyman's son—it seems so dreadful. Clergymen's sons are a proverb, darling. This one took a bribe and handed in a false report on a zinc mine. I lost a good lot of money myself through that report. Ayleward junior got away with his profit all right, I guess, but I was lucky enough to catch him out and I had him sent up. I was sorry for his father and his two sisters but if ever a man deserved what he got it was that fellow. "You don't thin there could have been any mistake, that the owner of the mine perhaps deceived him? I mean—I feel so sorry for that clergyman. Be sorry for the clergyman by all means but don't waste your pity on the young man. I knew that boy, knew him from the time he was a kid. He was always a pretty slick young customer Queer how it came out in him. He had a crafty gift for sleight of hand. He could make a pack of cards do anything. He'd pull coins out of the air. "He was a no-account entry from the starting post. Seemed to settle down at college and came through the mining school with honors. But that yellow streak was there; and when it came to riding life—he didn't put his spurs in straight and, well—he blit the dust." 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