New Britain Herald Newspaper, September 12, 1928, Page 18

THIS HAS HAPPENED Sybil Thorne, prettiest and magt reckless of Boston society girls, confides ‘the story of her romance with Craig Newhall. wealthy bach- elor, to her brother Tad. Tad. an ex-solder, wounded and decorated, is rather shocked when Sybil confesses that she likes to pet Craig, but does not love him. She says that she does not intend ever to marry because she is still in love with John Lawrence, who was sent to France from Camp Dev- ens on the eve of their marriage— and never returncd. Tad scolds her in brotherly fash-| ion, but seems to understand her | unconventional code. He begs her o marry and settle down; and then tells her that he has a great piu‘ct of news. | NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER 111 | | | “Shoot!" ; il regarded her brother with | S sisterly affection. Saw him flush | boyishly and shift his own embar-| rassed gaze. “Gosh Almighty, Tad, what have | you done? Killed a cop? Or done a good girl wrong?" “No kidding," he told her. And, standing. ground his heel ‘n the and like a small boy torn between impulses to taik and hold his/ jongue. “The truth is, Sib—hang 1t | all. 1 wish you didn't feel — well, “My Gawa!" ‘hack on the sands. veryhody wets engaged, Tad. Therc's as mueh Jifference between getting engaged | ind married as there is between an . O. U. and a promissory note. You Jon't mean you're thinking of get-| ting married. darling?" Say! Cut that out will you surveyed his recumbent s ter darkly. “You're darn right tootin’ I'm thinking of getting mar- ried. And the sooner the quicker.” Ta Valerie West was her name. In June she was graduated from fin- ishing school. Tad met her shortly afterward and their engagement was anncunced the next month. Two weeks later her mother took her to Krance. It was quite the thing that season to sail on the heels of ‘the announcement, tp huy a trous- #cau in Paris, and be married in the spring. Valerie was a flaxen haired little creature with big violet eyes and bLaby ways. Wide-eyed innocence wasn't so much a pose with her as a fact. Mrs. Thorne was delighted. It was high time, she thought, ’ at Tad was settling down. The new soneration was too much for her. “And Valerie was such a svweet little thing! Now, if S8ybil w'd only get a nice young man. Mrs. Thorne sighed deeply. Sybil fiad been, of late, a source of much cxation to the family. She had insisted. in the first place, upon 50ing to wori. “I don't sce why not,” she ar- gued, “1 don’t want to hang around the house any more than Tad does. Maybe I could sell bonds, too Any how, If you don’t let me do some- thing, Il pull a breakdown, Com- plete collapse. Nervous prostration. You wait and see.” There was a good deal of logic in it, for Syhils’ taut nerves wege stretched to the breaking point. “I suppose,” conceded her father . finally, “1 could find a place for you in the office.” But 8ybil declined vigorously. “Nothing doing." rhe intormed him tartly. “I'll make my own way.” Boasting youthfully, she took an intensive course in shorthand .nd typewriting, which fitted her in three months for a stenographer's job in a publishing house on Beacon Hin. A passion for work, and real apti- tude for the business, promoted her (0 & secretarial position. Then she announced that the was going to buy all her own clothes. With the acquisition of what she “utter independence,” her par nts pronounced her “altogether unman- ageable.” The difference of opinion developed into family relations so strained that poor Mrs. Thorne spent most of ner time in tears. Tad became a Reformed e, | and philosophized on the trend of the times. “You know, Sis" he used to say. “there’s somcthing wrong with the kids today. They'se no sense of values. Darn little appreciation ef anything worth while. Pleasure is their little tin god. And laven't any other. Thank the Lord Valerie's different stuff. Now there's a girl for you!" Sybil smiled indulgently. “You sure know how to pick ‘em.” she conceded goolnaturedly. “But I think you're sort of hard on the rest of the kids. Tad. You see, they never knew the world we lived in —before the war 1 mean manne conventions—eve changed since you and 1 w it took only four years to Amcrica over. “Why, Tad. 1'd becn kisscd fust wice when 1 owas 15, The ime | felt as if 1'd been desecerate nd cricd about it. The second me, 1 thorght 1 was in love. “1 hud an awful crush on and let hin kiss O in the hammock on the pi- And the very nest day Mrs. dg = eome over talled 4 lot 5 mother about ‘ealf love! 1 was fAcning to it all at the thre And som m n calves — von Lnow eyes he had and th expre thing's 18, make Sam 120 me on top of stairs sociating 8 son. Love's young hed 01 the spot mpton v first—the at me ery. We were making fud itchea one day — 1 don't le kids make fuc any more. do 1 suppos: 100 hunky—1 v tinger stuff it undor water s the one <id that Pissed nu it's testing the the cold out the s Kisse rn “inlk. a m And if you'lt Honest 1 A to read woks? Well, T+ solvedd il | wretched Bugs | But if I'm all wrong, You'll under- | want to me, | Four angels round my head, termed | they | Customs, | NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 12, 1928 DWIND ELEANOR EARLY had spoiled it all! when 1 stop to think about girl, —Tad, it, I was a very good little wasn't 17 “You bet Kids were in Times have changed.” like a grandfather. “Valerie's something like " he continued brightly. you were good, Sis. those days, though. Tad sighed you You nuch. Honest, Sis, she's innocent as a bLaby. It's—wonderful. She—she— gosh, Sybil, she sort of frightens me. She's such an angel. You can’t imagine what it's like fof a man to have a girl lile that willing to marry him. I don't deserve it Sybil. I'm not worthy of her. Not | fit to tic her shoe strings—" “Girls don't wear shoe strings. Taddy. And every idiot in love talks like that. Adam felt the same way about Eve. And then the girl fell for a snake.” bil yawned luxuriously. “You make me tired.” she observed. But that night she prayed for the first time in years. Not orthodox prayers at all. “God,” she remarked, on her knees, in conversational strain, *I don’t take mucn stock in praying. I sort of think that supplicating is an awful waste of time. I'm not even sure if 1 believe in You, God. stand, because, of course, if You ARE God, you know how it is. “But if you DO answer prayers— and care a bit about us, down be- low—plcase, God, do anything You but DON'T let Valerie go back on Tad. It would kill him, God, if that girl's not as goed as he looks. Please, PLEASE, keep Valerie all right for Tad. Then, sim in the fashion of her childhood, she recited prayers that she remembered: “There are four corners to my bed Matthew, Mark, lLuke and John, God bless the bed that I lie on." And another that began: “Jesus, Tender Shepherd, hear me, . Bless Thy little lamb to- night. . Through the darkness be Thou near me. Keep me safe till morning light.” Then, with her head on her out- ctretched arms, £he whispered, Now I lay me down to sleep;” and, when she had finished her eyes were wet with tears. “Oh, God.” she begzed, “give m= I7aith. Please, please! 1 wart to believe, Oh, touch my heart, and till my soul with understanding From the heginning Sybil had her doubts, carefully suppressed, about Valerie. She had certain convie iions of her own, less com plimentary than Tad in his inno- | cence imagined. “I don't trust these baby dolls,” she told hersell geimly. “Siue’s not |as simple as she looks — that Kid. |And when a model like fhat rets |tarteca the sky's the limit. You can’t say a girl's an angel, be- cauge sics 1o.or had a cunaiee to be a devil. \aleric’s one of those vorn vamps, or I'm cuckoo. But just It her try mussing ‘ud's life—and TNl fix he Mrs., Thorne wus embroidering linens and sewing .0 ¢ lace on underthin “I'd love to be ol w il she remaiacu and suid it so wistruliy that felt positively guilty. up Luis for you, quently, Sybil There was to be a large wedding. Valeriv's letters were fuis of glowing plans. . Sybil, dear, would you Just as soon wear flame? | want all my bridesmaids to be in different colors. Rainboa effects are so love- Iy, Drides over here are wearing pink this seuson—awfully wisty, you know. Sort of shell pink. I think 1 shall. With a big armful of Dorothy Perkins roses instead of the conventional valley-lilies. And I've a perfectly gorgeous headdress that's like a crown. I loathe little Dutchy caps, and tulle jiggers, like nursemazids wear. Don't you? I've my pumps all bouzht. heels, studded with brilliants, The new gowns are dreadfully like bathing suits, bui they're perfectly adorable There was a wedding at the Embassy here the other day and the bride carricd a swagger stick right up to the altar. Really. it was awfully swanky . I'm | getting so thrilled, just planning things. Mrs. Thorne began to be a little ndalized. She liked old-fashioned weddings with the bride a in filmy white,” and her “caught with orange blossoms. “Valerie'll have you in silk stock- ings and satin pantics, prophesied cheerfully going to have a knockout wedding. No squirming old bridegrocm’s gumming up her He grinned sheepishly. she suys goes.” “You said it!" Sybil's hemence was portentous. That winter the Thornes hecame closer to one another than they had Leen since hefore the war. IPor some years Mr. Thorne High veil slangy had been bothered with attacks to which | he referred lightly “my dizzy spells,” and laid to indigestion Finally they pereuaded him to sec ous specialist, who told dreadinl truths. And. when he w hrough, ealied o taxi and sent the wretched man heme with a litil hottle of digitalis conviction of ap as ching death IV and a horrible SHIRLW] thing he might have eaten. Then, like an octopus, reaching horrid arms, the knowledge of his condition closed about him, tearing the peace of his soul to shreds. The great doctor, appallingly ignorant of the terror of a robust man in the face of facts, had literally frightened him out of his wits. Golf, poker, a good cigar, a square meal and the Follies—when a man stares Death in 1ts empty asockets he has no joy in them. From all life's pleasant things he turned away and sat with a shawl over his knees, staring with mild blue eyes from the window of his bed- room. While in the dining room below the family gathered In gloomy conference. “We should never have sent him to Dr. Fosdick,” groancd Sybil. 'What he didn't know wouldn’t have hurt him the way this dread- ful knowledge ‘s hurting." “He's never been the same since,” acknowledged Mrs. Thorne ‘tear- fully. The attacks came more fre- quently. Mr. Thorne gave up work and became a semi-invalid. He drew up a will and talked of what he wished them to do after his death. They choked back tears as they listened to him. “You'd better give up the house,” he told Sybil and her mother. "} will be a loneson-e place, when Tad gets married, and both of us are gone.” “Oh, Father!" implored 8ybil. “Edward, stop talking like that!" commanded Mrs. Phorne. And then, with a great air of cheery encour- agement, “You'll be burying us all yet.” Their fomily talks were always mournful. “We must have the pered this Spring.” might remark. And Mr. Thorne, sighing deeply. would opine that he'd be dead and in his grave before that was done. Or Tad would be making plans for his marriage. 4 “We'll name our first child for you, Dad.” he proposed, “and then you'll have to start a *handsome tank account for him." Tears came to his father's eyes. “I'll never live to see a grand- child of mine,” he predicted darkly. As spring approzched, Sybil gaily anticipated a summer at Wianno. “The crocuses will be coming up soon, Daddy." she cried, “and all the darling tulips, and those lovely purple hyacinths we put in last fall. 1 think we could be maving down in a few weeks now." Her father reached for her hand and stroked it lovingly. “Why, sure.” he approved. “That would be fine.” His loving cheerfulness hurt 8ybil more than all his dire pre- dictions, for she knew that in his heart he felt he would never see their house by the sea again. Mor live to touch a crocus, nor smell the purple hyacinth. He wanted her with "him stantly. And Tad, too, and their mother. Sybil gave up work to humor him and Tad hurried home cach night. “Don't leaxe me, dear,” he begged his daughter. “I don’t want to be alone.” He clung to did to his wife, been his favorite, “I'm not afraid to die,” he told ler. “Don’t ever think, 8ybil, that your father was afraid to die. But I want fearfully to live. I want to see ‘you happily married. And my grandchildren growing up around me. T've worked hard all my life. Things are just getting so that I could have a good time. Trips. you know—your mother, ‘au and 1. Eurcpe, perhaps. T've al- ways wanted to see Paris. Couldn't afford it when | was a young man. library pa- Mrs. Thorne con- her more than he She had always JUST KIDS Befor n M spell Tt was <ed 1o he “Nothing to worry ahout.” hc in sisted and consoled Mrs. Thorne hovering about with pills and hot water hags. “Just a bit of indis- cretion, Mothes. Cabbage or pigs e roust (e abstemious his visit to the great dizg Thorne. after hi invar ehserved not as young sy he as he pork, red man grew And 1, mon came con the te peor vreteledly persist they b recatrent, From fuved to give his heart conciderstion. bleming still el alike on some 777777 7 V77777 7 AN And now 1 suppose ed too long. Life's like that, Sybil. We wait too long for the good things —and then it is too late.. “Don't think 1 haven't been happy.” he assured her, trying des- perately to atone for the tears he brought to her eyes, “You've heen a good daughter to me, Sybil. And Tad's a fine boy. Your mother and ‘¢ been happler than most. We've had our little ups and downs together — but I guess Mother al- ways understood. 8he's a good woman, Sybil. You'll be good to her when I'm goae? It's going to be hard for your mother—" *Oh, Daddy, DADDY!" He patted her shou'" ingly. “All right, dear. It's all Deon’t you go feeling bad.” “Please don’t talk that way.” she begged. “You just break my heart.” ( ——— Cralg Newhall phoned one after- noon ) consol- right. 8ybil, you've got to think of yourzelf, you know. You're sticking around the house alto- gether too much. Let me drive you out in the country somewhere. only an hour or two. I'll have you back for dinner.” “Oh, 1 can’t Craig, really. you just the same. But want to leave Daddy.” Her father heard her at the tole- phone. “Go ahead,” he wurged. “You ought to get out more. 1I'm a regu- lur old bear, keeping you cooped up here all the time. Run along and have a good time." “You owe it to yourself, dear” interposed her mother mildly. “Of all the selfish, stupid expres- sions,” 8ybil thought to herself, “that one takes the prize. More than any fiends on earth, 1 hate the people who tell the world ‘they owe it to themselves, Sybil and her mother cach other constantiy, M resented her husband's preference | tor Sybil's companionship. Sybil chafed under her mother's irrit ing little admonitions: Edward, your medicine, dear, . . . Edward, don't do that! My goodness, haven't you finished your milk yet? Now then, take your soup while it's nice and hot. ." Bhe knew habitual nagging was the curse of her father's life, “Do go, 8ybil,” ker mother was saying. “Perhaps your father would like to be alone with me, for a little change." “All right, “I'll go.” He was there in a shiny new trick accessories, horn, | “Now there's a nice young man,"” approved Mrs. Thorne. "Do you suppose he'll ever ark you to marry him, Sybil 2" Thank 1 don’t Craig,” she agreed, in half an hour sport car, with! and a tuneful | Mrs. Thorne worked on the as- sumption that girls merely waited to be asked. 8he could see no rea- son for not jumping at any good opportunity to catch a “nice young man." It would have been such a comfort to her to have Sybil “all nicely married and settled down. Mr. Thorne smiled sympathet ally over his wife's head, but Sybil read in his eyes an echo to her mother's question ““Goodby, daddy dear. I'll be hom. in no time at all. And I'm going to find some nice asparagus for you and strawberries, tog," “They'll be awfully expensive," remonstrated Mrs. Thorne. “As- paragus s just out of sight. And hot-house fruit! We never knew about such things when 1 was young.” 8ybil kissed bald spot. “The best is none too good for Mr. Edward A Thorne,” she as- sured them. “Let's go out Commonwealth | avenu: and through Wellesley, up to the back roads,” she suggested | as Craig tucked her in beside him. | to feel a bit of Sprirg. her father on his ig was very quict. ! everything else. |Globe Clothing House.—advt. missed you a lot. They drove in silence to the res: ervoir. And there he took her hand, under the robe that covered her knees. “It's going to be lonesome,” he suggested, “when Tad gets mar- ried.” 8ybil knew he meant it would be lonesome when her father died. “Yes,” she said. Presently he begaun aguin. “My dear, I'm not much on mak- ing pretty speeches. But you know I'm crazy about you, Sybil. We get along pretty weil, don’t we? 1 un- derstand you better than any other man ever would. What do you say, Sybil? ! “Craig Newhall!" she gasped. “Is that a proposal?* “Nothing else hei ‘Well, that's you, Craig, but we'd of “Yes, we wauld,” he protested. “Better than most. We knew each other pretty darn well. People mai: a batch of marriage hecause they don’t know each other, usually. In- compatibility is back of all the fallures. Back of infidelity, and You like me all right, dont you, Sybil?" “You know 1 do. But, Craig, you old materialist, it isn't reason cnough to marry you simply be- | cause 1 LIKE you. 1 suppose I even love you a little, now that you mention it. Though I'd never thought of it before. But I'm not cut out for matrimony. You want to find yvourself a girl like Valerie West. One of those nice little things with a lot of illusions.” “Hey!" he protested. What's the big idea — wishing something like tkat on me? Empty-headed little clothes horse! Don't you think I know what I want. Brains go further than peroxide these days.” lerie doesn't use peroxide. She's a natural blond.” “Naiural! Persuaded you mean. Anyhow 1 don't like 'em flossy. Puinted little dolls — the world's full of them. Your kind wear bet- ter. Sybil, I'm cra about you. What do you say (TO BE CONTINUED) And what DID il say? . . “I'm a bit wild, Craigie—and fickle | and hard as nails. . M It's all in the next chapter, but,” he assured awfully sweet of never hit it dty ltems and blouses, colors 7%c, 95c, $1.45. Toys' shirts guaranteed fast, John Richards of 709 Stanley street underwent an opcration at New Britaln hospital this morning. all wool school knickers, $2 Globe Clothing House.—advt | M. F. Valentine, teacher of violin. Studie, United Bldg.. 308 Main 8t. Tel. 3794.—advt. Toys' all wool suits, with 2 pair knickers, $9.75. Globe Clothing House.—advt. Police a:;erve Request Tied to Stalled Auto Finding his automobile truck out of condition when he attempted to start it near the National Bank building yesterday, Henry Goldsmith dccided the services of a garage man were necossary. Realizing that it would be impossible to have it in condition within the five minutes perlod allowed for parking at this point, he scribbled a note and at- tached it to the car., The note read: “Please do not tag. Out of com- wission. Will be rixed soon.” The police obscrved hls request, OTIC A public meeting of the Finance Board will be held in the Town Hall, Monday evening, Sept. 17, 1928, at 8 p. m. d. s, time at which meeting a report of the uxpenditures of the town for the past year will be read together with a proposed budget for the coming year. A Sybil,” in. gond to sce you 4 “I've he told her gravely. C. W. 8tevens, Chairman, A. L. Woodruff, Clerk, 1 WANTA LEARN Youl ALL ABOU+ SENRAL SWE ONE DAY WHIN Ti'= POLLY AND HER PALS CUSTERHz was A INDIAN FIGNTER U TiLL SapaNE WELL.MA, 2{2&&1 ICALLY OF OUR STS HAVE DEPARTED! 727 SENERS AND WALKS 70 BE INSTALLED Public Works Board Orders Im- provemeats Constracted At 8 meeting of the board of pub- lic works last evening it was voted to order properly owners on both sides of Monroe street between Lin- wood and Vance streets to install concrete sidewalks by Cctoher 27. The poard also recommended that sewers be installed on Stanley stree: from Eddy-Glover boulevard to Lyle toad and on Bhuttle Meadow ave- nue from Qorbin avenue to the brook. It was first proposed to luy sewers on Shuttle Meadow avenue as far as Reserveir road but following the hearing of .the property owners, the board change the petition to read as far as the brook. Permission was granted for the re- moval of trees in front of 22 North Wellington street and on property at 457 West Main street. The board reccommended that the tree in front of 261 Glen street be trimmed in- stcad of removed as the petitioner vequested. The engincer inspected the tree and found that one large branch was overhanging a house. Want Blind Passageway Eliminated The board was again requested by Solomon Shurberg, president of the Shurberg Coal Co., to grant permis- ion to remove a tred at 93 Frank- street because it interfers with a driveway. tion to the board on July 31, and following an inspection by the board. ic was rejected. Mr. Bhurberg ap- peared before the board with a drawing showing the necessity of re- | moving the tree. The board members claimed that the driveway was a blind passage- way and a high fence preventel pusserbys from seeing trucks coming out of the driveway. They told Mr. Shurberg that they would give him permission to remove the tree if he would remove a section of the fence eliminating the blind driveway. He told the board that this was im- posrible and that his drivers were nstructed to go slow while coming out of the driveway but the board explained to him that the public works department as well as the drivers was responsible for the pub- lic safety. It was voted to lay the matter over for inspection by the hoard accompanied by the petition- er. Chestnut 8t. Poles To Go The engincer was given power to act on petitions askings for permis- sion to remove tiees in front of 119 Carlton street and 1149 Btanley street. A petition asking for the in- stallation of a strect light on Pleas- ant street hetween the corner of Stanley and John streets was laid over for inspection. The city engin- cer reported that the Connecticut Light and Power Co., had started work on the removal of poles on Chestnut street between Main and Elm streets. 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