New Britain Herald Newspaper, July 29, 1926, Page 14

NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, THURSDAY, JULY 29, 1926. Quicksands of Love Adele Garrison’s New Phase of Revelations of a Wife —— Why Madge's Note to Veritzen |can help us now, betier tham sny Makes Lillian Laugh. |other time. So we'll just draw these Dicky hurried away so quickly |490rs, and move our traps e& the after he had sald Edith might tele. [Far staircas phone to me that I had no opportu going to carry all my own ity to answer him, even if I had| Junior announced proudly wished to do so. Lilllan laid down |a nced after Katherine. her fork and stared after him, then |few tie pulled turned a speculative eye on me. sliding doors separating “I wonder what's up,” she said|tWo large rooms, and Lillian and I meditatively. “Tt it's what I think |left the breakfast table and en- it 1s I'm geing down to that maga- [Sconced ourselves cozily in chairs 7ine office and hide myself in a fil- |drawn to the windows from which ing case. so 1 can listen in when the |We could see the Hudson below. fuse goes off. But as the next hest the ‘Fatal Letter.” thing I'm going to settle down here | y 16¢'a hear the ‘fatal letter” and work for the day, so that T won't hed Tiaenel T2 nate miss it from this end. There's a good | s light there, and I promise to clean |~ upyl ‘let you take for granted th up every bit of litter I make. You |1 ynow how to put on & proper date don’t mind, do you?" [line and salutation,” I retorted, and Her protest was purely perfunc- |peoan to read tory, for alway: e keeps a draw-| w1 joarned definitely today that ing board in home, and does |ino proper care of my child without her work upon whnevar e |5 ot SMGD oan 6 tiverl nves ba wishes. ¥ |a personal friend who is a trained “Yes, I mind terribly,” I gibed, |, 50 Therefore I am at liberty to then let my curiosity get the better [, it vour offer of a position in of my rule never to ask Lillan | . .. orzanization. Please advise me questions. P |when you wish me to begin work, “What do you——?2" I began, but |yqurg very truly, Margaret Spencer got no further. Graham.” *T don't” she answered prompt-|“yjian threw back her head and ly. “What's floating around in my | 9, CAFEE noddle sn't coherent enough to be [*USICG meartily. L called a thought. So I'm not going |y % TKE 0 P€ 0O ERE OTE, to tell you a thing now. Then when |50 °" %% the button is pressed, I can Preen | “uwpyon T gked belligerently, for myselt and say T knew it all the |y ;.4 ¢pent much time in ridding time,’ and you mever, never Will be |, yo(e of any word which would able to tell whether I'm Sapphira the | o\ 0"yt other fhan a correct per- Second or Truthful Jame. ~HOW g 151y acceptance, and 1 thought about that note to Philip Veritzen. |1'cr O STRAnCh 00 © MOM S you writhen 16 el | “Because this is going to suit him T am 80 used to Lillian's pet fdio- [, Bechuse (his 15 EOIE 1o sl 01 #yncracy of disliking questions that |y, ", ays complatns that women I feit mo_ trace of resentment and | ..., b, pusiness-like, that they accepted her switching of convers: re toq much handicapped by tam- tonal toplcs with fairly good grace. |, rament, when there is no one in +Tts All Typed and Ready.” |41, world so temperamental as he. “It's all typed and ready” I sald. |p, 4 1 4o pot mistake my old LT R T G TR i i to you.” lappointed in the tone of this, for I “As T've already read it Kather- (SOPRMEE 1L €10 (00 01 (R, ne Interrupted, “will you please ex- |1 1% THAK e Wor'd OBICCE 0 cuse Junior and me? We want to | h 3 get our nursery and sitting room settled before we go out, and Katie “Let's Hear “No! 1 she and it she 1926, by Newspaper Inc, Copyright, “eature to have any one else see him caught by a clam. But half way to the bath-house Jimmy remembered something. He remembered that more than once he had seen Greywing the Herring Gull eating clams. He had scen Greywing carry those clams up in the air and drop them on rocks, so as to brea the shell. “I wish 1 had wings." said my. “If T had wings I'd fly up drop it.” Then Jimmy Skunk bega to laugh at himself. He suddenly remembered that he couldn’t drop the clam. He was just as well off without wings as he would have been with wings. But this had put new idea into Jimmy's head. Perhaps he could break that shell on a rock. Anyway. perhaps by pounding it on a rock he could m the clam let go. He would try it, Jimmy looked around. here were no rocks handy. He | would have to go a long way to to any rocks. But there was notk else he could think of to do. So rted for the nearest rocks His whole foot ached by the time got there. He vt any He lifted his foot w the lam and brought it down hard on |a rock. “Ouch!” eried Jimmy. Then |he looked at the clam. Mr. Clam was | still on the job. There was no cracl in that shell. Jimmy began to real- |ize how very hard that shell was. He tried it again. The result was the same, He tried it several times. He couldn’t pound that shell hard enough to break it. Poor Jimmy! There were tears in his eyes. Wha ever should he do? Tt was a long ay back to the bath-house and didn't seem to him that could ever, ever walk that far with that clam on his foot. Now. there were ater among thos lly Jimmy put that 1 on it In the water. He take some of thr che out. He held it there for a fe Then he cided that 1 to try t back to hi lifted foot from the nearly tumbled ne Jimmy Skunk Gets Free {ashamed ! By Thornton W. Burgess Where there’s a way in, beyond any doubt, You'll find, if you look, that there's a way out. —Jimmy Skunk. Jim “Now what am I going to do?” il said Jimmy Skunk to himself, he glared down at the clam which was holding him fast by one of his toes. “Whatever am I going to do? It 1 were caught in a trap, I could pull and pull untif I pulled my toe off. I wouldn't want to do that, but I could do it. But I can't pull aw from this thing. Because when I pull it comes along with me. Perhaps if I keep quiet a little while it will open and let me go." Now, if Jimmy had thought to put the clam back in the water and sit there beside the little pool quietly with that one paw in the water, the clam might have opened. But he dldn't think to do that. Fortunately for Jimmy, it wasn't a very big clan. | It was what is known as a Little- o waste h he me. little pools rocks, and aching foot He started to hobble away toward the bathhouse under which he lived minutes. a tl would hav neck Clam. That is the that is served on the hotels and restaurants. ‘a little bigger, it would have called a Cherry-stone Clam. And had it been fully grown, it wouldn't & been called t all but Qua haug, It was Jimmy th i wasn't fully ro fomehow Jimmy petite. He no The only feeling had sire 10 get rid of that He started to hobble aw way the bath-house under 1 lived, Somehow he couldn't out there in the moon had him Iready laughed him and kind of Clam to 1 in Had it been half-s his clam was looked dow You se d that it known ms, been n i ) 50 pinc he hadn't let Th 1 not commonly found Prohably ttin vhere Jim Jimmy test respect for a clam el for had lost | or felt ap lor u a d his to he stay Fox had | was clam on ¥ ¥ . But to this day ik Mr (Copyright seen nd at Jimmy Smith got there T expected him every minute It was Joan t rom starting thing: nt forward toward the bed. Slowly 10 out hands, and, al- though Lela visibly shrunk bacl | upon the pillows, Joan came near and began to speak “Dear 1 know about it all g He told me last night that you werr 1 alinost told him." |going to have a child and he told 1 started forward as she said this.|me he ioved you, and because he 1 opened my mouth to ask her where | loved you, [.ela, T have come to help she put it, tor 1 knew that Joan or I|yon. I'll be your friend if you will wust get that page "before Jem!let me.? *“Oh, I couldn’t help see 1 was jealous of though T planned it. were beautiful and scemed to me that thing, everything 1 make him happy ashamed when 1 fectly loyal to me. “And %o the morning that page from the reg . Joan. 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Now “What are you going to do that t you know that I tried to pun- and | Lela Corn- Imd‘v States| ' | BILL wssion or Menus for the Family makes ! THE P *RY LOCKE, pretty and gay her nickname, is a born firt. She has no ambition beyond hav- |ing a good time and plenty of beaux. | At 20 she fails in her course at |business school, to the great dis- |appointment of MOMS, her ambi. tious mother. When her father dies, |she takes a job as assistant to LIL- LIE DALE in her little beauty shop. At this time she is having the firs real love affair of her life. The man in the case s TONY GAINES, a serious-minded young lawyer who wants to marry her. The engagement is broken when Merry goes out with other men, and Tony finds it out. She sends back his ring, and he goes to Montana to open a law office in Billings. Presently Merry hears that he is engaged to KATHERINE BANNERMAN, the daughter of his friend, old Judge Bannerman. She tries not to care. HEL the oldest of the Locke | sister rries BILL HEPWORTH and se down to have her fam- | ily. C. %, the second oldest, mar- | ries rich employer, MORLEY | KAUFMAN. They do not get along well, and Cassle tells Merry that Morley love with another wom- an. JINNY, the vyoungest sister, clopes with DERRICK JONES, who lives next door. She and her young husband live with his parents, for Jinny refuses to stay in the sa house with Moms' boarder, HEFFLINGER. Moms is in with Mr. Hefflinger, and “acts too silly fo over him, so Jinny | | | b i [ | er | says. Through Cassle, Merry meets ERSKINE, a wary bachelor. sends her expensive presents r the money to buy a share | y shop, proposes to s putting off the wed- While he is in Florid father, Merry strikes ion with an old beau of LES PURCELL. Les is sales- in for a famous cold-cream, and comes to the shop taking Lillie's or- der. Lillie, who lives at Moms' hous siys she thinks he's married. 3 comes to see Merry he tl his wife is While he is trying to kiss her oodnight, there comes a loud knocking at the window. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XLI smothered a sharp little wheeled around to- ndow. , in cd out of jcould make out the face, man's fac Mer ned f T lends h the , but ke day. visiting } up a fliri | Merry b as she the the white ' that she of light room blur -0-0h!” she said, some- (Where between a groan and a sigh, | For the fs outside the window the heavy-jowled face of How long he had been here on the porch she . But without a shad- had seen her in arms! He couldn't ein; r! aid in a now look what you've it's the man I'm engaged 10!" Her face was almost comic with iespair. .00k what T've done?” she heard € echo her, with a laugh, as she w into the hall, “I didn't do any- ing, did I? There’s no ninecteenth \endment. kissing a pret- , is there? flur orpen-the door and Bill into the house. fraid I'm in the way, Mer- any, eh?” he greet- as smiling, with his held that cruel noticed in them ow of a dou Purcell’s helped e sick little done! W his eyes had but lint that eford She him and sitting from t tool he followed room He away trod kine, 1 s coat her into faint 8 g far in- and she, Mr, voice sounde to her own a two Mr. Purcell.” 1 hands with he was very glad meant it. He him one of his fat bl Les took it. They all sat the e h Les, and to meet him even offered ek ciga and ok he down in front of the the b to talk about Flori about Ger en's about — anything. But every d then he would give Merry of those keen, quick glances o \d there was something in is face that wd never scen in until now. Finally ¢ somethin se, she made thout of one e she got up and murmur about powder for her her escape from the m b bed- N of her faced h as white door and e closed the behind her glass, Her m face w and emn, “Well, M ess you've done she for o you lis irit" old she had! She Bill Erskinc now th Purcel g0 away was sure had lost ver marry in would prob: Tony Gaines had! wwway I haven't any ring to d back this time,” she told her- elf. t she 1 hly She looked down at the watch- vacelet, a-glitter on her wrist. § wde up her mind that she'd ney nd that back to Bill, anywa There was no earthly reason why he should give it back to Bill, any | more than she should return to him | Ul the rest of the presents he had | ziven her. She Jooked around the room at them—the peacock fan, the piece of | “hinese embroidery, the silver cig- wret box, the tortolse shell toilet icles. They were just presents. Nothing more. | They stood for nothing. They | were no symbol of love, or of any- | thing else, as Tony's ring had been. There was no sentiment attached to any of them. They were just | seautiful objects that Bill had given to her as he might have given pep- | permint sticks to a nice child. But | Merry adored them witb all her | starved, beauty-loving soul. | “And he'll never get them back!” | she said to herself, with a stubborn y Athrust of her soft litfle white chin. | 'on inot, | shone ETTER I may lose Bill, but T'll never give up his presents!” | Then, ail at once, it came to her Ithat she didn't really care whether she lost Bill Erskine or not! Not really. It wouldn't hurt her to lose him, as if it had hurt her when Tony Gaines dropped out of her life. She |had been filled then with an ach- ling, empty feeling that had lasted for months and months—that had Inever really gone out of her heart. But Bill ine had no real hold her. She liked him enormously |at times. He fascinated her as a worldly-wise man often fascinat young and ignorant girl, and that was all there was to it. “If I hadn't been lonesome and blue about Tony, I'd never have looked at Bill, in the first place,” Merry confessed the truth to her- self, at last, “and if he hadn't had a lot of money to spend on me I probably never would have wanted to marry him. With her chin held high and her green eyes sparkling, she marched downstairs and sat down on the old haircloth sofa next to Les Pur cell, She saw Bill frown at her lidn't care whether he frowned or She was reckless and light- hearted, all at once, without know- ing or caring why. n't this thrilling, to have two friends in one night!" she gig looking from one to the other rd of it happen- z to other girls, but it never hap- pened to me hefore! What do you suppose I ought to do to entertain vou both? Would you like some Welsh rarebit?” Bill, who was always ready to cat. Said that he would. They went into Moms’ and-white kitchen. There was no cheese in the fce- and Merry wonld not have known how to make the rarehit cven if re had been. But there was a big dish of scal- oysters left over from sup- \d Merry heated them the 1 with an apron ti around him made rounds of tos and a pot of coffee. ated or. one corner of tl en fable, Bill Erskine chev his black cigar and watched the pair them, silently. Merry went in the dining room for some coffee cups and Les followed her. “T'll help you carry them out,” he d, and Merry piled his arms high with cups and plates and nap- Kins. When she kitchen, doorway. pass him, he close to him with his b gave her a hard, long mouth. As he did it saw that not looking at her but at Les Pur- cell. Thére was a defiant look in his as if he wanted Les Purcell to know that he was kissing her be- cause he had a right to do it. That belonged to him, and to no- | body else. Then he let her go. “Yowll pardon us for that, Pur- crl ,won't you?" he asked as if he didn’t care whether Les would par- don them or not, “I haven't seen my girl for a long time. | He nodded grimly, and went back | 1o the corner of the table where he had left his c “I like the way vou say that. Like the dickens T da!"” Merry blazed out at him. “MY girl, you say, as if I | belonged to you! MY hat—MY black vigars—MY Masonic ring—" She flipped the ring on Bill's hand scorn- fully, as she spoke. “MY girl—I'm not anybody's irl! I'm. the ‘rose of no-man’s land,’” She ended by sing- ing the last words, impudently. For it came to her in a flash that Bill was jealous of Les Purcell, and Merry knew, as every woman knows that there are some men who care most for a woman when some other man is paying her attention! Bill Erskine was that kind of man. He had once told Meri frankly, that he enjoyed sceing strange men in restaurants look at her with admiration in their eyes. That was why he liked her to wear black lace hats and pearls and fresh gardenias, because they brought her soft beauty into the spotlight. “Les! Come here and ice for me!” she called, disappearing into the pantry She knew perfectly wgll that there in the box. Moms, who religion of economy, never cent’s worth of ice after Labor Day. no matter how hot the ther was. Just as she never be- ce it until Decoration Da v spring. Il chop it for you! Where ice pick?” Bill almost bellowed, aved himself from the edge of able. Never mind—I guess there isn't v, Merry answered, coming ont from the darkn wf the pantry, “but you can pour some water into those glasses, if you want to make vourself useful, Bill." While they were eating the scal- loped oysters, Moms and Lillie came home from their evening's amusement. They came straight through the house to the brightly-lighted kitch- en. Moms was in her But Lilly looked more show. ever in a new fall suit that matched the color of her hair. On one side of her head was the most brilliant of scarlet satin hats and there were huge pearls earrings screwed into her roughed ears, A string of pearls, as big as moth- balls, circled her fat meck. Her heels were the tallest heels known to the shoe trade, and the perfume that came from her clothes w without doubt, the strongest pe fume on the French market. She and she glittered and she rustled and she threw off clouds of scent, as she stood in the doorwdy smiling down into Bill Erskine's eyes with her little shrewd ones. “You don’t remember me, Tub- by, do you?"” she asked him in that thick, amiable fat woman's voice of boy gled of them. “I've he neat blue hox n | teh- of dark off turned to go back to Bill was standing in And, as tried to sudde; pinnéd her irms, and kiss on her the the a she a chop some wickedly 1S no made a bought a th as usual black. than | and she | |words eould. |ty me,” she fibbed. By Beatrice Burton Author of “Love Bound,” “HER MAN” (Hlustrated and Copyrighted by Johnson Features, Inc., 1819 Broadway, New York City) hers. “You've completely forgotten me, haven't you?" Bill got up from his chair, still clutching his napkin in his hand “I'm afraid I have," he s Merry could tell by the very sound of his voice that he hadn't forgot- lten her at al! It was perfectly plain to every- one in the room that he bered her only too welll CHAPTER XLII Laugher rippled all over Lillie's broad white face, and sparkled in her bright littie eyes. | “So vou don't | Tubby!” she said, |more” pleased. |fleshed up a bit {down in Florida |vounger than I |vou'd know who T wa here and gave you l(‘ur.-” She gave her deep, rolling laugh. “You surely,” And pretend that until that instant and he came across land shook her plu s if he were delighted Which he wasn't—not bit! | “I never would have known you, |Lillie!” he said heartily. He tried to look pleasant. But Merry saw him frown Lillie sat down in Moms' little rocking chair d settled herself for a nice long gossip with him. nd what happened to that love- English were to arry that asked hi ming m as she rocked her- back and forth. “A tall Llond lgirl, with pale blue eyes. Ve n was ot pretty, but not d looking, either! She had a lot of jmoney, someo! 2 Rill remember looking more and “Ot course, I've since that winter and I'm not any But Il if T sat down a good mani- she helped him out. known her e kitchen floor white hand to sce h one little he hadn't His as you AT 0! she th b uncomfortable didn't remember irl who had money got me conf ** he sail smooth i a. “Well | and the You've someone cls Lillie answered. wickedly. You . maybe But she winked at Moms me that smiling how my shop nice to |winter, too,” Lillie mu up at the ceiling. “Remer {you used to into every day or How you used to want to take out to dinner, or for a ride in a surf-hoat? But T never was able to go was 12 T was always so Well, T must be go leave your coming, were o come two? me busy. and people to yourselves. too, Sadie? looked at °d her. But on th “How long now, Tubby with good voice. “I w remember But you it you You Moms, who fol- threshold she turned. ago that winter doesn't it?" she natured mocker; as married then, at I told you aid that didn’t difference. Are you still nded, Tubby?" Bill looked at seems ed, in her Do you T was? I m s0 any oad- m her as if he could ch laughed back at The sound of |away slowly mounted the sta Merry could {Moms talkin L him, her la s she and still 1pst s Purcell hter Moms hear her an hou said good- and er, when night. Bill had outstayed him. and when Merry and were alone he was silent for a long time. It was she who broke at last. “I suppose me—" she falte 9 ing light from the was flushed and d lashes shadows on her checks. you he asked, and reen, slanting eyes th, to say more than he the Y, with flicket - fire she and her moth-wing 're angry the te In g lovely, made 1y Bill turned and took her hy both ms, shaking her ed down at her fiercel “What have you to say for your- he asked her. His voice |trembled with the rage he had been holding in leash all evening. Rage, and jealousy, too. ” “What do you mean by |that fellow here?” he went on sav- “Who the devil is he any swea Merry said small nocent voice. “Don’'t sw me.” She raised her big |and tried to look frightened | But she wasn't. She knew she & Bill Erskine under her thumb, she never had had him before. His lown jealousy of her had put him |in her power. “Who is he?” Bill repeated, s ing her by both arms. His fingers |pressed deep into her rose-white ifl\‘. and she winced. “Bill! You hurt me! but he only shook her ag: “Who is he?” | “He's a_man, |she gigzled. It struck her all at once that Bill |looked awfully funny with his face with anger, his eyes bulging, and teeth biting hard on the eternal 'k cigar. “He's a man—who wants to mar- “I met him at He's a friend of don't cried, said Merry, the beauty shop. |Linie's— She did not mention that she had | known Les Purcell years hefore Lillie knew him—away back in her little-girl high school da like you to be in that beauty shop with Lillie!” The words seemed to shoot out of Bill's mouth. “I don't like her! I think you'd better get out of the beauty shop——and the quicker the better—"" “But, Bill,” Merry cut in in a sweet, timid little voice, “But Bill, I can't. I've got to earn my own li ing, as you perfectly know. And what would T do if I gave up the shop?” In the golden half-light that came from the dancing flames she looked ve soft and innocent and help- less as she flirted her hig eyes at him “You see, I've got to do some- thing for a living — and I've just about made up my mind not to get married.” she went on in that same sugary voice. “At least, I've about remem- | bet | then, of course, Bill had to | cleared | serfully murder her, but she only | died | 4hate silence | little. He glar- | having | in and | *“And that's another thing! I don't | made up my mind not to stick around waiting for you any longer, BilL” He let her go and fell |the hair-cloth sofa behind slack mouth half opened, blinked at her. “Are you cra know Merry shook her head blithely. “Not any mor she a shaking her head gaily, so that | ¥ the gold-leaf ripples of her :ham' e metal. “Not any more,” |in her little fluting voice. “I've coma [to my senses, Bill. I've been waiting jaround for you for almost a year |Almost a year of my sweet young enties gone, Bill for nothi You call 1 ye His d his fat neck, ed at her n forgotten ropped ck on im. His s he he wanted to she said again ked Bill down eyes sunk his was rowly. For once s from one of Mer filled r. 1t ctually was laug him! ST eyes sp I Bill t hir wilh seemed e, ! : e P 1 son,” | on | I've nds clasped e not forgotten Lillie Dale, | I Pureell Kr “From this pose?” Bill Mer wa ow M she sto It did | | [ G into the millionaire c d them< , and were | wi any | | | | {money.” sh never think of r of people. I ple, themsel |let Ter dreamy | dreamy. the Cabby.” ome soft and peo- voice be i into the fire- Ter angry is wer to give u yuld ¢ fed 11 the you?" it her, 1t nobod Bill? {did ink me, did you, You don't thi che 1 tell you, do him men 1 enga to Bill just 1 all Merry full of laughter hether he ainted to X her, or just get up and walk out of the [house. o fstill a 1y. in a puzzled He mood sha he simply to it i it her vacant- did nd go on star ndeed T'm 1 nybody to you!" it lone, don 1 question like I've got my I'm off in a cloud of dust. u to do is to let me gement g0 my acons of joy and a bit > threw back her head ghed wildly, hysterically. too young for you, anyk sobbed out at him, “I ne should have said T'd marry you—I/| you, sometimes— | She began to cry in earnest. She | |tried to stop but she couldn't. Her | {tecth chattered and she shook all | over, crushed down into one corner of the hair-cloth sofa. Bill got up and began to shake | her. He closed the door of the room | o that Moms should not hear her Iy Lord Merry what's*got into |you?” he asked. “Merry!—Merry!— Listen to me! Turn around, and look at me—" But She we I home ma' school and Merry paid no attention to t on crying, more wild- than ever. And finally Bill :d to go h up the land call for Moms to come down. She came, gaunt and thin, in a v-and-white flannel bathrobe. at did you do to her?” asked Bill accusingly, when she the state Merry was in. “1?" asked Bill blankly, “I7" Moms gave him a look that he never forgot, and turned to Merry. “You'd better go,” she said over her shoulder, and Bill did not need a second invitation. He went—and all the way b to his hotel he pondered the woman question. “Can’t figure 'em out. Queer things—women,” was his final con- ! clusion. They hin ly | for e w | | were {oo deep for him. It was an hour before Merry was |quiet in her warm bed. She 1 propped against the pillows, sipping ithe glass of hot milk that Moms |had brought her. “Now, then, that you've come to | your senses,” he mother sald severe- {1y, ywhat was the matter with you? {What made you go to pieces like | that? Merry only shook her head. How could she explain to ‘her mother {that something inside of her had suddenly seemed to p, tonight? {That nothing had seemed worth- | while. Nothing. Not even the rich |marriage that she had been trying to make with Bill Erskine for so {long. And then, besides— Her lip quivered, and long sobbing breath. “Oh, Moms!” she burst out, and threw herself on her mother's warm comforting breast. “Oh, Moms!- y—Tony Gaines is"going to mar- ome girl out in Montana! Oh, T can’t bear it! I can't bear it—T can't bear it— Moms sat still on the edge of the bed, and held her close, while she sobbed out the misery that had been gnawing, like a pain, in her breast ever since she had heard the news about Tony and Katherine Banner- man. And, all at once, Moms remember- ed something else about Merry—an old memory that caught at her heart. Long ago when she was a little girl, she had fallen down on |her way to school. She had stayed for the morning session, had walked she drew a i | |Moms had nothing d hurt that owing her—this hurt that w her heart. All she could do |stroke the soft bright hair, and murmur that it didn't really matter | “There's as good fish in the ses as ever were caught, my dear,” sai AMoms, and then [“Did you tell Bill feel about Tony?" | “wen, | Moms {bruise E = 1 shook her head. ank geodness for tha fervently. “You'd bet- be done with it. vl around narried family! You don't s anyway! He's town for more 'vesnever open- bout him! You in love with him, en h about said to nd been gone than a year jed your ust beea 1ring 1 other of com- info one! 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