New Britain Herald Newspaper, September 17, 1928, Page 14

THIS NAS HAPPENED “Tad Thorne and Valerie West are muarried in a little chapel by the eem, with grandeur and a great deal "ot heoliness. 2 *“It's.lke Val” thougbt Sybil Thorne, whose own love affairs had made plenty of talk. “She’s making it © seem complicated, but that doesn’t make any difference. It comes ‘untied these days, however “elaborately it's tled.” “Sybil, who worships her brother, is exceedingly unhappy because she dislikes Valerie. Her own engage- ment ‘to Craig Newhall fills her also with forebodings. Because, though Craig is fine and wealthy and handsome, Sybil does not really love him. Years before, her sweet- heart, 'John Lawrence, marched away to war on the eve of thelr marriage—and never returned. Convinced that she can never be happy again, Sybil became cn- gaged to Craig to make her dying father happy. But Mr. Thorne was dead before she could tell him, and now Sybil does not know what to do. Val and Tad go to Canada for a wedding trip, and Sybil goes alone to their summer place at Wianno to prepare for the homecoming of the newlyweds. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER IX The town was full of memories. | The beach where Sybil had walked | with John Lawrence. The lawns | about the house where they had strolled in the moonlight. Every-| where she went a shadowy figure walked beside her. A tall, slim *oy in khaki, with halr like gold, and lovelight in his eyes. It seemed to Sybil that she was closer to John there, where she had learhed to love him, than she had ever been anywhere else. At night she found the place on| the beach where he had kissed her | first. ‘And she stood, as she had stood that night, with her face to ihe sea, while the wind whipped her dress about her, and blew her hair where John's cheek should , have been. Then she put up her arms to nothingness, and raised her face to her phantom lover. “Whatever I do.” “I'll love you still. forever, John.” The mist was rolling in in clouds when Craig found her on the sands. A little huddled figure, watching the tide creep up. He had driven down when Mrs. Thorne told him that Sybil was there for the night, working with a charwoman from the village. “P'll drive her home if she'll let me, and down again first thing in the morning,” he promised. 8o he had hurried there and, finding the house deserted, had sought her on the beach. " “gybil,” he cried when he saw her thers, “are you crazy, dear? . It's cold as the devil out here, and damp. What are you doing, moon- ing away all by your lonesome?” “Thinking about you,” she lied lightly. ' “Honest?" He took her hand fondly, and she « ~‘codld 'ses how happily he smiled. Poor. Craig. It was so easy for her to please him. Only a little word ot ‘affection—a loving smile. she whispered, Forever and | “8it down,” she invited. “I want to-tell you something.” * ““He put the coat he carried about her,and she pillowed hér head against his shoulder. “Craig, I'm the unhappiest girl on earth.” “Iknow, honey.” His arm about gently closer. “No, you don't, Craig. You think it's because John is dead, and daddy. And now Tad married. And mother-and I at sword's points, be- cause we don't speak the same lan- guage. But that's not all of it Craig. It's ‘ something inside of me, like poison. 1 don’t know, ex- actly. Something that makes me bitter-and rebellious — and miser- able! Oh, Craig, you don't know.” “7 think I do, dear.” “Oh, it's dreadful, Craig! Every- thing’s all gone wrong. My whole life. It's something worse than lesing PEOPLE. It's losing EVERY- her drew her tion has always been my curse, and there wasn't time for that sort of thing at Lothrop & Sons. Some- thing doing every minute, That was my salvation. “And then, of course, 1 had to give it all up, when daddy got so sick. And now—with daddy gone— and Tad—I'm like a fish out of water, High and dry on a rocky shore. Nothing to do, but think about it. It's a devil of a life, Craig. “And mother doesn’'t make things any beiter. Oh, 1 suppose it sounds disloyal. But I'm not a very filial sort of a girl. 1 never could s&ee, why people assume that there's a sort of mystic bord between par- ents and progeny. 1 adored my father, because he was the most wonderful thing that ever lived. Not just because, by merest accident, Le happened to be my father. “And mother worships Tad In the same blind fashion. I can un- derstand that all right. I suppose it gives a woman an awful kick to have a splendid son — ‘bone of her bone, blood of her blood, as they say. But as for me — 1'm nothing to send telegrams home about. Mother was never particularly wild about me—not since I grew up and started to have a mind of my own. “We're far apart as the poles, mother and 1. Probably 1 sound like an awful egg talking this way. Of course, I love mother. And God knows 1 feel sorry for her. But the woman who does our washing would be a darn s\ghtl more congenal.” ! Sybil's head burrowed a little hol- low in Craig's arm, and he held her cioser. The only sound about them was the wavelets lapping at their feet. “Craig,” she said, “I ought to be muzzled. Shooting my Idiotic head off like a darn fool. Talking in circles, and back where 1 began. What’s it all about?” “What is life for? We don't; know where we're going, but we're on our way. That's about the size of it, Craig. Same old thing, day in and day out—life in and life out. Getting up in the morning, going to bed at night. .Laughing, crying. fighting, praying. Talk—talk— talk. Human cattle. Stepping on each other's necks. Or getting stepped on. Bquabbling with the other cattle. Torn by greed and sex. Reproducing ourselves. The endless procession. On and on. What's it all about?"” ‘8ybil, there's a poem of Oscar Wilde's — a beautiful thing called Panthea. And it begins like this: “‘I am too young to live with- out desire, Too young art thou to waste this summer night Asking those idle questions ich of old Man sought of seer and oracle, and no reply was told . . . Vex not they soul philosophy, Have we not with, Hearts to love and eyes see!’ . . . with dead lips to kiss to “Sybil, T want a kiss.” And when she had given him her lips, she settled herself again in his arms. “1 guess I haven't had thrill in ages.” “That's a nice thing to tell me!” “Well, it's the truth,” she in- sisted. “Remember how I used to run around? I kidded myself that 1 was having a pretty good time. But now — Lord, Craig, I couldn’t get any more Kick out of a road- house than a prayer meeting. Boot- leg liquor and country club flirta- tions give me a pain in the neck. Life's lost its zest. I'm all “=d Craig stiffened “I'm sorry that inadequate.” Instantly she was contrite. I'm getting old, Craig. an hoest-to-God I am so utterly NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, MONDAY, ELEANOR EARLY “It's the way life is,” he told her. “You don't care enough—that's all. Not that I blame you, 8ybil. God knows we can't love where and when we would.” “But Craig!” she cried. “That's not fair, 1 do love you—only—I— I'm all mixed up inside. Oh, Craigie, dear, what's the use of talking. 1 won't go if you don't want me to. I'll do exactly whatever ‘you say.” “The devil you will!" he retort- ed grimly. “You'll do whatever you want—and you darn well know it CHAPTER X “Don’t buy a stitch,” counseled Mabel. “The shops in Havana are next to Paris. You can buy im- portations for a song.” Their facetious friends besieged them with importunities w0 “bring Lome soms liquor.” Valerie wanted a Spanish shawl. “White, or cream-colored, splotched all over with roses, and awlully vampy looking.” And "a pair of Spanish pumps with red heels.” Mrs. West had heard that Cuba was a wonderful place to buy lin- ens. She hinted largely for & luncheon cover, and suggested that Valerie's collection be supplement- ed by a few pleces that Sybil could surely pick up reasonably. Tad shoved a handful his sister's bag. “For Val's shawl and things,” he explained. “See here, Tad,” exploded Sybil, “you can't afford to trick that wife of yours -ont like a circus rider. Lord, the girl got clothes enough in Patis to last her a year.” “Gosh, Sib, you don’t think I'm going to be a piker with Val, do you? What's a couple of hundred dollars, for Pete's sake!" “It's a couple of hundred you can't afford to spend, Thorne—and you know it." “What's the difference “Val's dreadfully spoiled, you're pampering her ‘What does she think of bills in that Tad Tad like a you y off Valerie, will you, Syb- Tad spoke sharply. h, all right, It's your funeral.” Quick tears sprang to Sybil's eyes. It was so tragically easy to cry those days. When people were sharp with her, or very tender, she felt the same absurd impulse to weep. Now she stooped to the roses on ithe library table, ashamed to let Tad sce her foolish tears. She was idi- otically jealous of Valerie. Hurt, like a child, because Tad championed his bride against her, “Gee, Tad, I'm touchy. mean to pop off like that.” His arm across her shoulders made things right. “You're shot to pieces, 8is. All tired out. This trip's going to be just the thing for you. Wish to the Lord I was going along.” “You could if you weren't mar- ried . & She could have bitten her tongue off when the words were out. The door had opened and Valerie was with them. “So that's the way you feel about it, is it! I always knew you didn't like me, Sybil Thorne. 1 knew from the beginning that you were a hateful old thing. Nice to my face—Oh, of all the mean, horrid things! Trying to come between Tad and me. Oh! Oh!" Valerie’s voice broke and she ran, crying the room. “And you, too, Tad Thorne! You're just as bad as she is. Oh —oh—I want my mother!” Tad was after her in a bound. “Baby . . . Baby . " 8Sybil could hear him as he caught her on the stairs. “Well, well, you poor little thing . . .” Valerie's sobs were smothered in his arms. . . . “Poor little baby.” He carried her to his room, the room they shared together now. T didn't on high, wildly, from “Oh, darling, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. It isn't YOU. 's 1. You're adorable, Craigle.” “Then marry me, sweetheart.” Sybil drew her knees up under “Damnation!” sald Sybil. It was. quite exciting, getting away. Valerie- pleaded a headache rand stayed at home. “God is good," murmured Sybjl, plously, when she saw Mra. Thorne buatling upstaire with the aspirin and an ice bag. But Tad was, at the boat with a corsage for -each of the girla and a ‘great box of candy, “From Val,” he said. “She .was awfully sorry she couldn't et down.” “Liar,” said 8Sybil, and kissed him aftectionately. Craig had filled their staterocin with roses, and came bearing ex- otic fruits, The girls at . the soclety where Mabel worked. had given her o camera and a portmanteau. “Saints " abéve!” oried -Sybil when she saw them. “Now every- body’ll know we're a couple of old maids!” There was a great deal of kiss- ing, and a little weeping. Mrs. Thorne, fussing with last-minute regrets, was afraid ‘it wasn't just right “letting Sybll go off like this.” Mabel Blake's aunt warned them to beware of strangers and the Cuban lotteries. “Goodby. Goodby. . . . Be good. . . . Don't forget my perfume, Black narcissus, you know. . . . Be sure you look for linens, . .« Goodby. Goodby.” At last they were off — all but Craig. “Hurry, dear—they're pulling up the gang plank.” *“One more kiss, Sybil, , my dear, I love you." *Craigle, darling—HURRY!" Mab was on deck, calling to the others from the rail. Excitedly, they were clamoring for Craig. “Where I8 that boy! Sakes alive, he’ll get taken away, asure as you're a foot high. Cralg! CRAIG!" “’A REAL one, dearest. . . . Ah!" “There, old sweetheart! And a flock of them when I get home again. Now run, you crazy nut. Craigie, you look as if you'd lost your last friend!"”. “Do you belleve Bib?" “No, darling, I don't, But I've got a powerful good one that you'!l be on your way to Havana if . ou don't clear out of here.” “I've a dreadful feeling that this is really goodby. 8ybll, look at me. Yow know I'm crazy about you. And that goes, whatever happens. Don’t forget, Bib.” “My dear,” Mab told her later, “Craig made that dock by half an inch. I never saw anything like it in all my lifs, The prettiest jump you ever laid your eyes on. That boy sure is an athlete, Some girls have all the luck.” 8he looked at Sybll appraisingly. “I don’t believe you're a bit in love with him, either, And I know Rirls who'd give their right eye for him. It's a funny old world.” “You sald it,” conceded Sybll, laconically. They had their deck chairs moved under the awnings, and ap- praised their fellow passengers iIn. terestedly. “Anybody look good Mab wanted to know. Sybil clicked them off fingers. “Mrs. Jones and ° daughter, Alice, traveling, I take it, for Alice’s health. Miss Jane Wiggins, from Wellesley, en route for the tropics to gather ' material for something or other. Horribly aca- demic. Mrs. Horace Parkins on her way-to Panama to visit her mar- ried daughter, Helen, “She’s knitting a “baby's jacket over there, next the minister. That's Mr. Winsor, with the Roman collar. There's a priest aboard, too—I don’t know his name. “There are three sisters named Corrales, from Havana. They've been in the States at school and are going home for vacation. . Beautiful girls. The missing ones are probably having a drink. 1 take it we're three miles out. One . Oh, in hunches, to you?” on her of them’s sort of fat. He had a cap on when J saw him,: but 1 could tell to look at him he's get- ting bald. He wears a diamond stickpin, and _ he. has high: bleod preasure. The other one Is - tall and thin." Mabel sighed. it looks" she opined, “like an uneventful trip. “That's. all. right by me.” = Sybll stretched comfortably. m not | bungering for excitement.” “Well, I am. How old are you, Sybil?" “Oh, you're young yet. I thought you -were older.” “I am, inside. I look know." “Well, I'm 34.” "Honestly, Mag? You don't look " “You know darn well I am, Marion Forbes told you last week at Claire’s bridge. And 1 happenel to hear you say I looked older than that. “My job's wracking, -8Sybil. And, upon my word, social workers are the darndest pack of sour old hens I ever laid my eyes on.” We talk a lot about independence and pretend we pity the marpied ones. But believe me, there isn't one of us wouldn't be there ourselves if we got the chance, “Living in furnished rooma, hanging onto car straps, eating in cafeterias, doing our laundry In the bathroom. And we sy we wouldn't swap our independence for a nice, loving meal ticket! Give me & good’ provider and a few kids —and the rest of them can have their independence. “I'm a man-hunting female, And the only difference between me and the rest of them is I'm honest— and they're not. Any time you see a good-looking man glancing my way, clear the decks for action. For Mabel'll get him if he don't watch out.”” 8ybil yawned luxuriantly. “You make me tired, Mab. I'm going te sleep. But Mab would not be silenced. “Look, 8ib," she whispered, “over there by the rail! Is that man looking at me or am I having hallucinations? (TO BE CONTINUED) ,older, I Mabel meets her man in the next chapter. Then along comes 8ybil. BOY BREAKS AUTO WINDOW John Quarnicri of 31 Lucy strect, Woodbridge, complained to Officer Eugene Kieffer last night that while he was turning his car around on Albany avenue, a boy thuew a stone and smashed the rear window. The officer found that a three year old boy had caused the damage and his father paid for it, the cost being $2. Other boys “squealed” cn the little fellow, who was said to be the only one in a position to break the win- dow as the car was backing around. R R S s R BB AR, Democratic Primary The Democratic party will hold a primary, Tuesday, October 2, from 4 to 8 p. m. to nominate a senator and two representatives. All peti- tions of candidates must be filed with the vice chairman or secretary before 8§ p. m. on September 25th. Signed, . Democratic Town Committee, John E. R. Keevers, Chairman. NOTICE A hearing will be -held by the Board of Water Commissioners ot the City of New Britain at its Room 205, City ‘Hall, Monday, Bept. 34, 1928, at 7:30 p. m. concerning ex- tension of water main 'in. Carver street, from Farmington avenue westerly to Lurton street. All persons-upon whom assess- ments’'may ‘be made to coveg the ex- pense of sald extensions and owning property adjacent to the same are hereby notified to be present at said meeting, and if they see cause be heard in relation to the same. BY ORDER OF THE BOARD OF" WATER COMMISSIONERS, Frank J. O'Brien, Clerk. SEPTEMBER 8t. John's carnival, Newington av-' ue:and East Street, Sept. 3¢ to 3). —eadvt. 3 Walter J. Arbour, teacher of plano. Hart Studio, 259 Main street. Tel.-2531 or 4563.—advt. Theron W. Hart, teacher of plane and harmony. Two-piano ensemble playing. Studio, 259 Main street. Tel. 2531 or 657-14.—adrt. Night school begins tonight, Moody Secretarial School.—advt. Winthrop Council, 7, Bons and Daughters of Liberty, will hold a regular meeting Wedn=sday evening at 8 o'clock at Jr. O. U. A. M. hall, A soclal will follow. ’ Camp Clara, Royal Neighbors of America. will hold a mecting tonight at Jean de Baptiste hall. Laurel’ Court Sewing soclety will meet. Tuesday from 10 to 4:30 at the home of Mrs. Marion Sackett 138. Lyon street. Suit for $125 was brought by Ni- cols Bellini against K. Mikulkug through Attorney Edward A. Mag according to a writ filed today in city court.” Papers were served by Deputy Sheriff Martin Horwitx. Valiant Review will hold a meet- ing Tuesday evening at 8 o'clock in Red Men's hall. The sewing society of Martha chapter No, 21 O, E. 8. w"l meet at Masonic hall Wednesday afternoon at 2 o'clock. All members of the committee are expected to be pres- ent, * Night school begins tonight, Moody Secretarial School.—advt. ~ BRISTOL NEWS (Continued from Page Seven) mile relay, Meriden, (Zaleski, Sier- ecki, Pechuk, Winslow) first; Elm- wood second; Bristol, third, time 1 min, 33 3-5 seconds. % / Girls’ Races 440 yard relay, won by Bristol, (Misses Coan, Politz, Pratt and Chapman); Meriden, second; Elm- wood, third, time 58 3-6 seconds; special 100 yard dash, won by Helen Frederick; Frances Titchie, second; Lea Everard, third, all of Meriden, time 12 seconds, Mrs, Albert O, Dahigren Mrs. Ruth T. Dahlgren, 25, wife of Albert O. Dahlgren of 46 George street, died S8unday morning follow- ing & short iliness at the Norwich hospital. Born in Collinsville, . Conn., July 10,7 1903 the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Nels'M. Olson, she came to this city as 4 young girl and attended the local school Burviving, besides her husband, are her parents; two brothers-Hjal- mar E. Olson of West Hartford, and Victor Olson of this city. The funeral will be held at 2:20 o'clock Tuesday afternoon at the Bwedish Congregational church on Queen street. Rev. Victor T. Oblom will conduct the service and burial will- be in West cemetery. MANY GRAPES Macerata, Sept. 17 (UP)—The grape yield in this section {is the largest in years, due to the recent abundance of rain. HOMESEEKERS Let us show you some of the cozy homes we have for sale. e vurtih Balieve - Ialians Wil Rise il ~ Boy s Killd Chicago, Sept. 17 (UP)—Hope waned today for the safety of little Billy Rapieri as the aecond day passed since ‘the time set for the boy's death 1if ransom demands of $60,000 were not met. 8cores of Italians were aroused and ft was rumored the Italian quarter would retaliate against Matia Terrorists, who were believed to be holding the boy and who have long carried on blackmail extortion- ist activities against their country- men, f this kidnaping vesults in the murder of this ten-year-old boy, the Italian people will rise against the sangsters who have oppressed, pil- laged and terrified them,” Police Lieutenant Thomas McGrath said after hundreds of Italian people had manisfested their indignation. ‘Turns to Police A. Frank Ranieri, father of the Mafia victim, was said to have broken off all private negotiations with supposed agents of the kid- napers and to have turned ‘o the police in a last effort to find his boy. Ranieri, police believed, had concealed information because of fear of Mafia vengeance, A note was recelved by mall at the Ranieri residence, on which the boy had scrawled, “Please Papa, pay the money or you will never see me again.” The boy had been in tae hands of his abductors twelve days and his parents and police feared he may have been killed. Angel> Petitti, a auspect held by police, cowered in fear today in the face of the wrath of the Italian section. Petitti, to whom the police pinned their hopes for a clue to the kidnapers, continued to deny knowledge of the affair. Sixteen Killed in Philippine Accident Manila, P. I, Sept. 17 (UP)— Bixtéen persons were killed and 15 train was derailed at Cadiz, in the province of Occldental Negroes. 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Morans Motor Sales 81814 Church Street Open Evenings READ THE CLASSIFIED ADS FOR ; i 1‘M""‘\‘\1UIIHI“”HHNWHHu»'lwmwm WHY MEN RESULTS JOIN THE ARMY I DUNNO = BUT I GUESS ne sao~"HEAVEN THE SALORS ON A NIGHT LIKE THIS" HEY~PAT—TM GONNA afit;"m\?‘s < VERY FINE - COM LAURENCE-WAS ALMOSY SHOY FROM UNDER WIM-80 HE TOOK THE FLAQ IN A ROW BOAT AN’ WENT RIGHT OVER AN 60T ON THE NIAGARAS her chin. “And now,” she remarked, veying the ocean, ‘“we're where we started from.” “Please, dear.” “I told you I'd make a wite.” “I know you did you just the same.” “I tell you what Resolutely she faced him. *“Mab Blake is going to Havana next week. Wretched time for it, T sup- pose. Rainy season, or something. That's why Mab's going—they've cut the rates in half. And you know Mab on bargains. She's been trying to get me to join her. A month's trip. Mother's been urg- ing me to go ahead. And Tad and Valerie will be home next week. “I can't make any decisions, Craig, with you around. And mother is so disquieting. 1 simply cannot do it. Mab's a tranquil old fane, Thirty-four, and getting sour. You know how it is with social workers. She'll keep me out of trouble. Perhaps the rest and change would help me. Whole days P and quiet, It couldn’t hurt, Cr: And it might THING. Ideals and dreams . . and hope. ““There’s such an all-gone feeling. | As it the " bottom had simply dropped out of things. I wish I could make you understand.” “I do understand, Sybil.” “Craig, I'd make a rotten wife.” “You're a morbid little sweet- heart, I'll say that for you.” “But I'm dreadfully serious, Craig. 1 don't think I ought to be . feeling the way I ur. PERRY PERSON SAY WHEN HE GOT AON THE HONORABLE NIAGARA WITH THE MOST ESTEEMED FLAG 7 rotten But I want T'll do, Craig.” “You're all upset right now, honey. It's sort of a reaction after the wedding. You're tremendously high strung, you know. You let things affect you too much. Val- erie’s been getting your goat. I knew she would, from the minute I 1aid eyes on her. “Tad’s probably made a mistake. But after all, that's his funeral. If you could only learn to take things as they arc. But you're always re- bellious. Seething inside all the time. Popping off like a little fire- cracker. You've got to learn to take lite gracefully, Sybil. Bucking fate is a tough job. We can't do it | ©0 the occan little girl. There's no use trying. | 3Ate's 80 much bigger than any of | kelp. What do you us.” | Maybe it was the wind from the e | sea that made Craig shiver. Maybe “But, Craig, look at me! T've it wuas Doubt's cold fingers laying lost everything. You can't expect|hands on him. He lit a cigaret, me to fold my hands, and murmur, | and as he held the match to ‘iis “Thy will be done. You can’t ex- | face Sybil thought how pitiful he pect me to just lie down, and let | looked — how weary and defeated. the gods of fate walk all over me. |1f she had loved him cnough she “First, there was that dreadful | “ould have taken his head in Wer war and my poor boy was led to Arms and kissed his wistful lips. slaughter. . And. Craig, that drove | But she faised them, instead, to| me nearer insanity than you'll ever | the leaden sky, where one small know. And then there were the | planet gleamed. cragy years afterward, when we | r bright, star light,” she | all ‘'went wild. Things happened | cried, “first star I've seen tonight! theH, dear, that I'd like to forget. | Wish 1 may, wish I might get the I¢ it hadn’t been for my job, I'd| Wish that I wish tonight. And 1 have gone off the handle entirely, [ wish,” she told the heavens with “I loved that job, Craig. In the|great solemnity, “that Mister office from nine till five, busy every | Craig Newhall will see the advan- minute. Accomplishing things. | tages of Miss Sybil Thorne leaving feeling important. All those con- | immediately, if not sooner, for tacts with worthwhile people. Part | Cuba, #nd parcel of achievements. | Craig shifted his weight heayily “Tt was glorious. I got so I|from one elbow to the other, lik= “stopped pitying myself. Introspee- |an old man. POLLY AND HER PALS MAW. I'VE DECIDED T TAKE A RUN DOWA To THE WEST INDIES! TRUE.THE RITZ PERKINS I NEED A MA"geMréogmfiws“s RECT AFTER AFF, ATRIP LIK THAT, PAW PERKINS, AN' Y’ KNOW 17! E YOUR WAGES As cLERK!