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udy。 If you； miss； were a stunning New York girl； and saw every day that a brown； ingenuous Western witch was getting hobbles and a lasso on the young man you wanted for yourself； you； too； would lose taste for the oxidized…silver setting of a musical comedy。
Barbara sat by the quartered…oak library table。 Her right arm rested upon the table； and her dextral fingers nervously manipulated a sealed letter。 The letter was addressed to Nevada Warren； and in the upper left…hand corner of the envelope was Gilbert's little gold palette。 It had been delivered at nine o'clock； after Nevada had left。
Barbara would have given her pearl necklace to know what the letter contained； but she could not open and read it by the aid of steam； or a pen…handle； or a hair…pin； or any of the generally approved methods； because her position in society forbade such an act。 She had tried to read some of the lines of the letter by holding the envelope up to a strong light and pressing it hard against the paper； but Gilbert had too good a taste in stationery to make that possible。
At eleven…thirty the theatre…goers returned。 it was a delicious winter night。 Even so far as from the cab to the door they were powdered thickly with the big flakes downpouring diagonally from the cast。 Old Jerome growled good…naturedly about villanous cab service and blockaded streets。 Nevada； colored like a rose； with sapphire eyes； babbled of the stormy nights in the mountains around dad's cabin。 During all these wintry apostrophes； Barbara； cold at heart； sawed woodthe only appropriate thing she could think of to do。
Old Jerome went immediately up…stairs to hot…water…bottles and quinine。 Nevada fluttered into the study； the only cheerfully lighted room； subsided into an arm…chair； and； while at the interminable task of unbuttoning her elbow gloves； gave oral testimony as to the demerits of the 〃show。〃
〃Yes； I think Mr。 Fields is really amusingsometimes；〃 said Barbara。 〃Here is a letter for you； dear； that came by special delivery just after you had gone。〃
〃Who is it from？〃 asked Nevada； tugging at a button。
〃Well； really；〃 said Barbara； with a smile； 〃I can only guess。 The envelope has that queer little thing in one corner that Gilbert calls a palette； but which looks to me rather like a gilt heart on a school… girl's valentine。〃
〃I wonder what he's writing to me about〃 remarked Nevada； listlessly。
〃We're all alike；〃 said Barbara； 〃all women。 We try to find out what is in a letter by studying the postmark。 As a last resort we use scissors； and read it from the bottom upward。 Here it is。〃
She made a motion as if to toss the letter across the table to Nevada。
〃Great catamounts！〃 exclaimed Nevada。 〃These centre…fire buttons are a nuisance。 I'd rather wear buckskins。 Oh； Barbara； please shuck the hide off that letter and read it。 It'll be midnight before I get these gloves off！〃
〃Why； dear； you don't want me to open Gilbert's letter to you？ It's for you； and you wouldn't wish any one else to read it； of course！〃
Nevada raised her steady； calm； sapphire eyes from her gloves。
〃Nobody writes me anything that everybody mightn't read；〃 she said。 〃Go on； Barbara。 Maybe Gilbert wants us to go out in his car again to…morrow。〃
Curiosity can do more things than kill a cat； and if emotions； well recognized as feminine； are inimical to feline life； then jealousy would soon leave the whole world catless。 Barbara opened the letter； with an indulgent； slightly bored air。
〃Well； dear；〃 said she； 〃I'll read it if you want me to。〃
She slit the envelope； and read the missive with swift…travelling eyes； read it again； and cast a quick； shrewd glance at Nevada； who； for the time； seemed to consider gloves as the world of her interest； and letters from rising artists as no more than messages from Mars。
For a quarter of a minute Barbara looked at Nevada with a strange steadfastness； and then a smile so small that it widened her mouth only the sixteenth part of an inch； and narrowed her eyes no more than a twentieth； flashed like an inspired thought across her face。
Since the beginning no woman has been a mystery to another woman Swift as light travels； each penetrates the heart and mind of another； sifts her sister's words of their cunningest disguises； reads her most hidden desires； and plucks the sophistry from her wiliest talk like hairs from a comb； twiddling them sardonically between her thumb and fingers before letting them float away on the breezes of fundamental doubt。 Long ago Eve's son rang the door…bell of the family residence in Paradise Park； bearing a strange lady on his arm； whom he introduced。 Eve took her daughter…in…law aside and lifted a classic eyebrow。
〃The Land of Nod；〃 said the bride； languidly flirting the leaf of a palm。 ''I suppose you've been there； of course？〃
〃Not lately；〃 said Eve； absolutely unstaggered。 〃Don't you think the apple…sauce they serve over there is execrable？ I rather like that mulberry…leaf tunic effect； dear； but； of course； the real fig goods are not to be had over there。 Come over behind this lilac…bush while the gentlemen split a celery tonic。 I think the caterpillar…holes have made your dress open a little in the back。〃
So； then and thereaccording to the recordswas the alliance formed by the only two who's…who ladies in the world。 Then it was agreed that woman should forever remain as clear as a pane of glass…though glass was yet to be discovered…to other women； and that she should palm herself off on man as a mystery。
Barbara seemed to hesitate。
〃Really； Nevada；〃 she said； with a little show of embarrassment； 〃you shouldn't have insisted on my opening this。 I…I'm sure it wasn't meant for any one else to know。〃
Nevada forgot her gloves for a moment。
〃Then read it aloud；〃 she said。 〃Since you've already read it； what's the difference？ If Mr。 Warren has written to me something that any one else oughtn't to know； that is all the more reason why everybody should know it。〃
〃Well；〃 said Barbara； 〃this is what it says：
'Dearest NevadaCome to my studio at twelve o'clock to…night。 Do not fail。'〃 Barbara rose and dropped the note in Nevada's lap。 〃I'm awfully sorry；〃 she said； 〃that I knew。 It isn't like Gilbert。 There must be some mistake。 Just consider that I am ignorant of it； will you； dear？ I must go up…stairs now； I have such a headache。 I'm sure I don't understand the note。 Perhaps Gilbert has been dining too well； and will explain。 Good night！〃
IV
Nevada tiptoed to the hall； and heard Barbara's door close upstairs。 The bronze clock in the study told the hour of twelve was fifteen minutes away。 She ran swiftly to the front door； and let herself out into the snow…storm。 Gilbert Warren's studio was six squares away。
By aerial ferry the white； silent forces of the storm attacked the city from beyond the sullen East River。 Already the snow lay a foot deep on the pavements； the drifts heaping themselves like scaling… ladders against the walls of the besieged town。 The Avenue was as quiet as a street in Pompeii。 Cabs now and then skimmed past like white…winged gulls over a moonlit ocean； and less frequent motor…cars… …sustaining the comparisonhissed through the foaming waves like submarine boats on their jocund； perilous journeys。
Nevada plunged like a wind…driven storm…petrel on her way。 She looked up at the ragged sierras of cloud…capped buildings that rose above the streets； shaded by the night lights and the congealed vapors to gray； drab； ashen； lavender； dun； and cerulean tints。 They were so like the wintry mountains of her Western home that she felt a satisfaction such as the hundred…thousand…dollar house had seldom brought her。
A policeman caused her to waver on a corner； just by his eye and weight。
〃Hello； Mabel！〃 said he。 〃Kind of late for you to be out； ain't it？〃
〃II am just going to the drug store；〃 said Nevada； hurrying past him。
The excuse serves as a passport for the most sophisticated。 Does it prove that woman never progresses； or that she sprang from Adam's rib； full…fledged in intellect and wiles？
Turning eastward； the direct blast cut down Nevada's speed one…half。 She made zigzag tracks in the snow； but she was as tough as a pinon sapling； and bowed to it as gracefully。 Suddenly the studio…building loomed before her； a familiar landmark； like a cliff above some well… remembered canon。 The haunt of business and its hostile neighbor； art； was darkened and silent。 The elevator stopped at ten。
Up eight flights of Stygian stairs Nevada climbed； and rapped firmly at the door numbered 〃89。〃 She had been there many times before； with Barbara and Uncle Jerome。
Gilbert opened the door。 He had a crayon pencil in one hand； a green shade over his eyes； and a pipe in his mouth。 The pipe dropped to the floor。
〃Am I late？〃 asked Nevada。 〃I came as quick as I could。 Uncle and me were at the theatre this evening。 Here I am； Gilbert！〃
Gilbert did a Pygmalion…and…Galatea act。 He changed from a statue of stupefaction to a young man with a problem to tackle。 He admitted Nevada； got