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She was stopping with Caroline Osborne, whom she had known at school. Zelda did not suggest the woe of the world. Neither did she suggest the dreams of the world. It was early in the afternoon and the Major and Katie were having a conference. He was acquainted with the palate of the visiting staff officer, and was assuring Katie that she was on the way to his good graces.
John C. Rhinds stood by the starboard rail of his own craft, regarding the rival with anxious eyes. But Jack knew the rascal to be so wily that the look of anxiety might be feigned. Up, nearer and nearer! Jack was moving to the starboard of the "Zelda," as the "Oakland" was on that same side of the course.
The unhappy Zelda had fallen into a state of prostration, that rendered her unconscious of all that was going on about her. Her daughter went to her side. "Do not disturb her," said Sanselme, "she is asleep." For the first time the girl looked him full in the face. "You are very kind," she said. "You knew my mother then?"
"No, less hilarious than Zelda Fraser." Katie spitefully mentioned a former guest whom Wayne had particularly detested. He laughed. "Well, who is she? What did you say her name was?" "Oh Wayne," she sighed long-sufferingly, "again once again let me tell you that her name is Forrest." "What Forrest?" "'Um, I don't believe you know Ann's people." "Not the Major Forrest family?"
"And you may have observed," blithely observed Zelda, "that keeping my hand on the stem of my glass is an order I am not loathe to obey be it any old architecture." They laughed. Zelda was the daughter of a general, and could say very much what she pleased and be laughed at as amusing. It came to Katie in what large measure they all could do very much as they pleased.
Just the father-in-law for a man ambitious to become military attache. It was nice, Katie told herself as she walked away, to know of so many weddings. She insisted upon asserting to herself that she was glad all her friends were getting on so famously. Though if Zelda persisted, she would have to go West earlier than she had planned.
"Just fancy," she said, "here was I, giving a dinner for you and it looked as if somebody would have to turn teetotaler or drink out of the bottle! After I finally got it straightened out I told Zelda she must keep her hand as much as possible on the stem of her glass so it would not be noted she was drinking from gothic architecture and the rest of us from classic."
"We'll see," muttered the young captain. "It looks like a forlorn hope, though, Hal." At the end of the third hour the "Zelda" had added another quarter mile to the lead, while the "Oakland" showing the way, was a good mile ahead of the foremost racer. When four hours had gone by the Rhinds boat was discovered to be just about a mile ahead of her nearest competitor.
Zelda, the fashionable young woman, would pounce upon the absence of certain little tricks and get no glimmer of what Katie vaguely called the essence. Might not Mrs. Prescott find the reality in the possibilities? "It comes to this," Katie suddenly saw, "I'm not shamming, I'm revealing. I'm not vulgarly imitating; I'm restoring. The connoisseur should be the first to appreciate that."
"Oh, God," she silently prayed, "forgive us for our neglect of such as these." Gloria and Philip did all that was possible for the Turners, but their helping hands came too late to do more than to give the mother a measure of peace during the last days of her life. The promise of help for the children lifted a heavy load from her heart. Poor stricken soul, Zelda Turner deserved a better fate.
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