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Photoplay Magazine
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The two laughed and blushed and Ihillip guided his guests through the contusion of the station to the elevateii which seemed a perilous achievement in ascent even to the two mountaineers. The trip was linished in safety, however, and brought them before a row of pleasant, comfortable apartment houses in the upper Bron.x.
•"This is home." announced Phillip proudly. "And there's mother waving at us from the win dow. ■
The greeting between the two girlhood friends was tinged with sadness. But thi-; was not noticed in the happy chatter of the girl and boy. who were touring the apanment with shouts of joy — Cvnthia delighted by its novelty and Phillip amused at her wonder.
Mrs. Ashfonl was also charmed by the naivete of her younu guest. but it was obvious that she wanted -»
the young people out of the way so that she could talk freelv to her old friend.
"Suppose you take Cvnthia for a walk. Phil." she suggested, "and on your wav you might stop at the laundn.-. For some reason Left y hasn't brought the week's wash."
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had gone, the two old friends sat in silence for a few minutes; a silence which was broken by the mountain woman's soft drawl.
"It's a bit of peaceful heaven here. Lucy." she said. "They do say that the mountains arc God's countr>'. But there is more contentment for me in your crowded city than in the country where I have left such mi5er>' behind me. Your life seems so sunny here"
Mrs. Ashford's mouth twisted in an ironic smile. "You haven't been here long enough to see the shadows. .\nna," she
replied. "But there is one. as dark as any you have left bchini you. It still haunts me through the father of my child."
"Mr. Ashford — your husband," the other gasped. "But he is dead."
Her friend shook her head, hardly trusting herself to speak. "He is dead to his former decent life and all our hopes." she said in a strangled voice. "Hut what is left of him still hangs about this house, appearing suddenly after months of forgctfulness to shatter my peaceful life with my son. It is money that he want* — money to buy more of the poison that has