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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
lapse. Her dark eyes were burning with excitement, her face as white as the marble pillar to which she clung for support.
"I could not help it,."" she explained, breathlessly. ' ' I became separated from Mrs. Van Antwerp and was drawn to this spot as if by some irresistible force. "
The banker offered his arm and led her away. They drifted about in the human sea awhile without finding the chaperon, then Jessica begged to be taken to where she could breathe more freely. She was not a sickly woman ; her figure was superb, rather mature for one so young, and her carriage had the natural ease of great strength; it was remarkable that she should exhibit so much feeling under the circumstances.
"Have you ever been in Australia?" the banker asked, as they wandered away toward the rear of the house.
"It was not that," she replied, passionately. "I have never been far from New York, but every woman knows, when she sees the right man, that his voice will make something vibrate within her that was unsounded before."
"How fortunate," Morgan observed, "that Mrs. Van Antwerp is not within hearing! She would declare that to be an injudicious remark. ' '
"She has every one tabulated," Jessica frowned. "Your paragraph character is that of a sentimental old widower of doubtful intentions. ' '
Morgan shook with silent laughter.
"You caught me eavesdropping," Jessica continued, "and I had to explain why I was at the library door. I freely confess that I should like to know more about Mr. Waters."
They found a nook in the morningroom, not far from an inviting piano, and Morgan, judging from his resigned expression, prepared to be interrogated by slow, subtle and essentially feminine methods.
By way of anticipating her inquisition, the banker informed her that he had received a letter from the firm
of Shaw & Blair, Sydney, Australia, introducing Waters as a junior member of the firm, and asking that the usual courtesies be extended. That was the sum of his knowledge from outside sources; what little he knew of the engineer's private history had come out during confidential chats. He had started in a subordinate position and risen swiftly in spite of difficulties apparently insurmountable, because he possessed a form of genius commonly known as strict application to business — his waking hours were working ones. The self -revelation he had made in the library indicated, that the engineer was attempting to apply scientific tests to his own emotions in order to discover if all thoughts were not merely the children of desire.
Jessica listened patiently, as one does to a friend engaged in self-flattering retrospect.
"How about his social life?" she asked, when the banker had finished.
"He apparently had none," Morgan replied, with a knowing smile, "for he is without incumbrances — he never married. ' '
Jessica grasped Morgan's hand, as
ONE VISION CONSTANTLY RECALLED WHILE PLAYING