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ination；　of　which　she　had　a　world。　　She　had　managed　to　conceal　her　body　in　part；　but　her　brown　arms　and　shoulders；　her　bosom；　trim　knees；　and　feet　were　exposed　in　part。　　Her　black　hair　and　naive　face　were　now　heavy；　distressed；　sad。　　She　was　frightened　really；　for　Cowperwood　at　bottom　had　always　overawed　hera　strange；　terrible；　fascinating　man。　　Now　she　sat　and　looked；　seeking　still　to　lure　him　by　the　pathetic　cast　of　her　face　and　soul；　while　Cowperwood；　scornful　of　her；　and　almost　openly　contemptuous　of　her　lover；　and　his　possible　opposition；　merely　stood　smiling　before　them。　　It　came　over　her　very　swiftly　now　just　what　it　was　she　was　losinga　grim；　wonderful　man。　　Beside　him　Gurney；　the　pale　poet；　was　rather　thina　mere　breath　of　romance。　　She　wanted　to　say　something；　to　make　a　plea；　but　it　was　so　plain　Cowperwood　would　have　none　of　it；　and；　besides；　here　was　Gurney。　　Her　throat　clogged；　her　eyes　filled；　even　here；　and　a　mystical　bog…fire　state　of　emotion　succeeded　the　primary　one　of　opposition。　　Cowperwood　knew　the　look　well。　　It　gave　him　the　only　sense　of　triumph　he　had。

〃Stephanie；〃　he　remarked；　〃I　have　just　one　word　to　say　to　you　now。　We　will　not　meet　any　more；　of　course。　　You　are　a　good　actress。　　Stick　to　your　profession。　　You　may　shine　in　it　if　you　do　not　merge　it　too　completely　with　your　loves。　　As　for　being　a　free　lover；　it　isn't　incompatible　with　what　you　are；　perhaps；　but　it　isn't　socially　advisable　for　you。　　Good　night。〃

He　turned　and　walked　quickly　out。

〃Oh；　Frank；〃　called　Stephanie；　in　a　strange；　magnetized；　despairing　way；　even　in　the　face　of　her　astonished　lover。　　Gurney　stared　with　his　mouth　open。

Cowperwood　paid　no　heed。　　Out　he　went　through　the　dark　hall　and　down　the　stairs。　　For　once　the　lure　of　a　beautiful；　enigmatic；　immoral；　and　promiscuous　womanpoison　flower　though　she　waswas　haunting　him。　　〃D　her！〃　he　exclaimed。　　〃D　the　little　beast；　anyhow！　The　！　The　！〃　He　used　terms　so　hard；　so　vile；　so　sad；　all　because　he　knew　for　once　what　it　was　to　love　and　loseto　want　ardently　in　his　way　and　not　to　havenow　or　ever　after。　　He　was　determined　that　his　path　and　that　of　Stephanie　Platow　should　never　be　allowed　to　cross　again。




Chapter　XXIX



A　Family　Quarrel

It　chanced　that　shortly　before　this　liaison　was　broken　off；　some　troubling　information　was　quite　innocently　conveyed　to　Aileen　by　Stephanie　Platow's　own　mother。　　One　day　Mrs。　Platow；　in　calling　on　Mrs。　Cowperwood；　commented　on　the　fact　that　Stephanie　was　gradually　improving　in　her　art；　that　the　Garrick　Players　had　experienced　a　great　deal　of　trouble；　and　that　Stephanie　was　shortly　to　appear　in　a　new　rolesomething　Chinese。

〃That　was　such　a　charming　set　of　jade　you　gave　her；〃　she　volunteered；　genially。　　〃I　only　saw　it　the　other　day　for　the　first　time。　　She　never　told　me　about　it　before。　　She　prizes　it　so　very　highly；　that　I　feel　as　though　I　ought　to　thank　you　myself。〃

Aileen　opened　her　eyes。　　〃Jade！〃　she　observed；　curiously。　　〃Why；　I　don't　remember。〃　Recalling　Cowperwood's　proclivities　on　the　instant；　she　was　suspicious；　distraught。　　Her　face　showed　her　perplexity。

〃Why；　yes；〃　replied　Mrs。　Platow；　Aileen's　show　of　surprise　troubling　her。　　〃The　ear…rings　and　necklet；　you　know。　　She　said　you　gave　them　to　her。〃

〃To　be　sure；〃　answered　Aileen；　catching　herself　as　by　a　hair。　　〃I　do　recall　it　now。　　But　it　was　Frank　who　really　gave　them。　　I　hope　she　likes　them。〃

She　smiled　sweetly。

〃She　thinks　they're　beautiful；　and　they　do　become　her；〃　continued　Mrs。　Platow；　pleasantly；　understanding　it　all；　as　she　fancied。　　The　truth　was　that　Stephanie；　having　forgotten；　had　left　her　make…up　box　open　one　day　at　home；　and　her　mother；　rummaging　in　her　room　for　something；　had　discovered　them　and　genially　confronted　her　with　them；　for　she　knew　the　value　of　jade。　　Nonplussed　for　the　moment；　Stephanie　had　lost　her　mental；　though　not　her　outward；　composure　and　referred　them　back　casually　to　an　evening　at　the　Cowperwood　home　when　Aileen　had　been　present　and　the　gauds　had　been　genially　forced　upon　her。

Unfortunately　for　Aileen；　the　matter　was　not　to　be　allowed　to　rest　just　so；　for　going　one　afternoon　to　a　reception　given　by　Rhees　Crier；　a　young　sculptor　of　social　proclivities；　who　had　been　introduced　to　her　by　Taylor　Lord；　she　was　given　a　taste　of　what　it　means　to　be　a　neglected　wife　from　a　public　point　of　view。　　As　she　entered　on　this　occasion　she　happened　to　overhear　two　women　talking　in　a　corner　behind　a　screen　erected　to　conceal　wraps。　　〃Oh；　here　comes　Mrs。　Cowperwood；〃　said　one。　　〃She's　the　street…railway　magnate's　wife。　　Last　winter　and　spring　he　was　running　with　that　Platow　girlof　the　Garrick　Players；　you　know。〃

The　other　nodded；　studying　Aileen's　splendiferous　greenvelvet　gown　with　envy。

〃I　wonder　if　she's　faithful　to　him？〃　she　queried；　while　Aileen　strained　to　hear。　　〃She　looks　daring　enough。〃

Aileen　managed　to　catch　a　glimpse　of　her　observers　later；　when　they　were　not　looking；　and　her　face　showed　her　mingled　resentment　and　feeling；　but　it　did　no　good。　　The　wretched　gossipers　had　wounded　her　in　the　keenest　way。　　She　was　hurt；　angry；　nonplussed。　　To　think　that　Cowperwood　by　his　variability　should　expose　her　to　such　gossip　as　this！

One　day　not　so　long　after　her　conversation　with　Mrs。　Platow；　Aileen　happened　to　be　standing　outside　the　door　of　her　own　boudoir；　the　landing　of　which　commanded　the　lower　hall；　and　there　overheard　two　of　her　servants　discussing　the　Cowperwood　menage　in　particular　and　Chicago　life　in　general。　　One　was　a　tall；　angular　girl　of　perhaps　twenty…seven　or　eight；　a　chambermaid；　the　other　a　short；　stout　woman　of　forty　who　held　the　position　of　assistant　housekeeper。　　They　were　pretending　to　dust；　though　gossip　conducted　in　a　whisper　was　the　matter　for　which　they　were　foregathered。　　The　tall　girl　had　recently　been　employed　in　the　family　of　Aymar　Cochrane；　the　former　president　of　the　Chicago　West　Division　Railway；　and　now　a　director　of　the　new　West　Chicago　Street　Railway　Company。

〃And　I　was　that　surprised；〃　Aileen　heard　this　girl　saying；　〃to　think　I　should　be　coming　here。　　I　cud　scarcely　believe　me　ears　when　they　told　me。　　Why；　Miss　Florence　was　runnin'　out　to　meet　him　two　and　three　times　in　the　week。　　The　wonder　to　me　was　that　her　mother　never　guessed。〃

Och；〃　replied　the　other；　〃he's　the　very　divil　and　all　when　it　comes　to　the　wimmin。〃　（Aileen　did　not　see　the　upward　lift　of　the　hand　that　accompanied　this）。　　〃There　was　a　little　girl　that　used　to　come　here。　　Her　father　lives　up　the　street　here。　　Haguenin　is　his　name。　　He　owns　that　morning　paper；　the　Press；　and　has　a　fine　house　up　the　street　here　a　little　way。　　Well；　I　haven't　seen　her　very　often　of　late；　but　more　than　once　I　saw　him　kissing　her　in　this　very　room。　　Sure　his　wife　knows　all　about　it。　　Depend　on　it。　　She　had　an　awful　fight　with　some　woman　here　onct；　so　I　hear；　some　woman　that　he　was　runnin'　with　and　bringin'　here　to　the　house。　　I　hear　it's　somethin'　terrible　the　way　she　beat　her　upscreamin'　and　carryin'　on。　　Oh；　they're　the　divil；　these　men；　when　it　comes　to　the　wimmin。〃

A　slight　rustling　sound　from　somewhere　sent　the　two　gossipers　on　their　several　ways；　but　Aileen　had　heard　enough　to　understand。　　What　was　she　to　do？　How　was　she　to　learn　more　of　these　new　women；　of　whom　she　had　never　heard　at　all？　She　at　once　suspected　Florence　Cochrane；　for　she　knew　that　this　servant　had　worked　in　the　Cochrane　family。　　And　then　Cecily　Haguenin；　the　daughter　of　the　editor　with　whom　they　were　on　the　friendliest　terms！　Cowperwood　kissing　her！　Was　there　no　end　to　his　liaisonshis　infidelity？

She　returned；　fretting　and　grieving；　to　her　room；　where　she　meditated　and　meditated；　wondering　whether　she　should　leave　him；　wondering　whether　she　should　reproach　him　openly；　wondering　whether　she　should　employ　more　detectives。　　What　good　would　it　do？　She　had　employed　detectives　once。　　Had　it　prevented　the　Stephanie　Platow　incident？　Not　at　all。　　Would　it　prevent　other　liaisons　in　the　future？　Very　likely　not。　　Obviously　her　home　life　with　Cowperwood　was　coming　to　a　complete　and　disastrous　end。　　Things　could　not　go　on　in　this　way。　　She　had　done　wrong；　possibly；　in　taking　him　away　from　Mrs。　Cowperwood　number　one；　though　she　could　scarcely　believe　that；　for　Mrs。　Lillian　Cowperwood　was　so　u