Photoplay (Jul-Dec 1925)

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T. laboratory. 401S lincoln Ave CHAPTER XXVI val at as to reach there around the breakfast hour. She had come up from Los -Angeles by sleeper and intended to find Sydney Harmon, or rather Samuel Harper, before he left the hotel for the day. In this she was eminently successful. She did not even have to send up her name. A glance into the rather deserted dining room dieclosed the object of her search sitting at one of the tables sipping his coffee and reading the morning newspaper. Marion went up to him at once, took the opposite chair. "How do you do, Mr. Harmon," she said. Sydney Harmon dropped his newspaper, spilled his coffee, half rose in his seat. For a moment he seemed on the point of flight but apparently thought better of it. "Well?" he demanded, sullenly. "WTiat's the big idea?" Sirs. .Allison took the letter Jean Martin had written from her purse. "Mr. Harmon." she said, "I had a long talk with A ■■ ■ tions by so respectable a name as love." "It's a lie!" Sydney rasped harshly. "Do you suppose, my friend, that I am so foolish as to come here — make such a statement— mthout being able to prove it? Not only is another man paying the rent of her bungalow, but the girl told me herself that she was through with you. And kno^^ing you wouldn't believe me, in spite of all the excuses she has made about not joining you, I got her to put it in writing." With a gesture of contempt Mrs. AUison tossed Jean's letter across the table. " Read it, and come to your senses." Mr. Harmon read the short note through several times, without speaking. "Well," he said at length — "well?" "Doesn't your conscience ever hurt you?" Marion asked grimly, "when you think of all the harm you have done to Sylvia Thorne?" Sydney Harmon sat back in his chair, his face suddenly pale. "Yes," he said. "I meant to tell the truth about that, as soon as I said anything at all. Jean begged me to keep quiet — said it would ruin her. That's one reason I wanted her to come here — go away with me. I was going to . letter to my wife, as soon as i vife yesterday. She is ready to call the steamer for Japan, and tell her just ^vha off the divorce suit, if you will ( promise to behave yourself." "Oh — is she?" He lit a cigarette cahnly enough, but Marion saw that his fingers were trembling. "Suppose I don't want to go back." "You will, when you've finished hearing what I came to tell you. Being a great deal of a fool, like most men, you are sitting here waiting for that IMartin girl to join you. You have some mad idea of rushing off to Japan with her, leaving your wife to divorce you at her leisure. Then. I suppose, you plan to marry this redheaded little vamp you're so crazy about — or imagine you are. '/ think it's largely your vanity, myself." "If you've come here to abuse Miss Martin," Sydney began, "I must refuse to listen — " "Don't be an idiot, please." There was sharp temper in Marion .Allison's voice. "You've played around with women of her sort long enough to know that you don't have to marry them. Right now this girl is in love with somebody else — if you can call her animal emo ppened. It wouldn't have made any difference, then. But if she had found me, got me on the witness stand, I should have had to lie. or else blacken the reputation of the woman I loved — the woman I thought I loved — by telling the world that — that" — he hesitated. "By telling the world," Mrs. Allison completed the sentence, "that she had been your mistress for months. That you went to the bungalow that night to see her, because she was sick, and not to see Miss Thorne. That you got beastly drunk, and in that state forgot all about your ' love ' for Jean Martin, and tried to add anotlier conquest to the already rather long list. Why in God's name don't you come out honestly and admit that you've been more or less of a Don Juan all your life, without trying to dignify your feelings «ith the name of 'love'? Everj-body knows what you are. Even your wife. If she's willing to forgive you, you ought to be ready to go down on your knees and thank God for giving you the love of a good woman. I told her I'd bring you back. Are Ef ?M™?fl?5P He's a jazz band, aU by himself Sid Chaphn is all ready for a quiet — or would you caU it that? — evening at home. He may not be as musical as brother Charlie, but he can make twice as much noise, because he can play twice as many instruments Every advertiaement in PHOTOPLAY MAGAZINE ia guaranteed.