New Britain Herald Newspaper, September 22, 1928, Page 16

IR COPYRIGHT 1928 & NEA SERVICE INC THIS HAS HAPPENED Mybll Thorne, Boston society girl, oamoiudes 3 whirlwind romance by mpvyying on shipboard in Havana m man’ whom she has Xnows just five days—Richard Eus- tis, @angereus and fascinating. ‘With Mabel Blake, a social work- er, Sybil left Boston for a trip to the tropics, to try to reach a deci-| sion regarding Craig Newhall, to| whom she has been engaged for #éme months. Newhall is a young and wealthy banchelor, but Sybil, vears ago, fell desperately in love with a soldier, John Lawrence. When Lawrence was reported missing in action Sybil took a sol- emn vow never to tell another man she loved him. It was to please her father, who was very ill, that she consented to marry Craig Newhall. But when her father died she be- §an to question the wisdom of her promise. Then, after the marriage of her brother Tad to Valerie West, a frivolous and selfish girl, Sybil, utterly miserable, tells Craig she is going to Cuba for a rest and péace of mind. Richard Eustis is aboard, and Sybil finds neither rest nor pcace. Eustis makes wild love to her, but not untitl the last night of the trip does he ask her tomarry him. He tells her that he does not be- tieve in marriage, and that it Kills love; but in order to have her, he would do anything on earth. In a mad moment, Sybil con- sents. On their wedding night, strolling down the Prado, Richard offends his brid>. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XVIII Sybil drow her breath sharply. “Oh, Rich,” she protested, “you | ant to drink any more to- | nigh “Why not, darling Good-naturedly he coaxed. “We'll just drop around to Sloppy Joe's. | You've no idea how interesting it is, dear. Life in the raw—jockeys and gamblers and all their fancy ladies.” She shrugged distastefully, and| her voice was cool and distant. “I you wish,” she conceded icily, and they walked in silence down the gay promenade. The crowd at Joe's was loud and boisterous, so that Sybil drew back as they reached the corner. “Don't go 4n.” she begged. 0o moisy.” But Richard, stve, would have his one’ I(Mlg drink, dear. ther.” tfiohpmd her arm persuasively. “Whoever heard of a honeymoon without a champagne cocktail?” But it was bacardi he ordered when they had found seats at thc crowded bar. ~Presidentes!” he called, and turned again to Sybil, “I want you to try these, dea They're the kickiest things in Cuba.” And when the bartender shook them up and set them forth, froth- ing>lelly, he ordered, “Mix us up another.” “Richard Eustis, “It's pleasantly expan- way. “Just You and 1 you said just an “Well, dearest, T don't get mar- tled every day. I gueas you're gO- ing to let me celebrate tonight, aren't you? You'll like this drink, 8ib. Here's happiness, sweetheart! . + . Fill 'em up again, boy.” [abel had left them after dinner. some letters to write,” she cxplained. h, Mab, you're only trying to be tactful.” - “Stick around.” fer good-naturedly. young yet.” . But eh left them bhcrore 10 a'clock. Dinner had been :iived In their suite. Now it was after mid- night. ““Rich.” Sybil close to tears, now.” “If you say I must,”” he conceded, “I s'pose I must. But Bib, ol' girl, I'd like 'nother Il drink.” It was only a few minutes back ,to their hotel. “Now, darling,” he suggested, as they reached the lobby, “you go ahead, and Tl be up in & few Richard urged “The night's implored, her volce “you must come POOR PA BY CLAUDE CALLAN | Prado when Richard, tossing rest- lessly, opened his eyes and groaned. minutes.” “You're not going to have any- thing else to drink, Richard,” she demanded, and her voice was hard and sharp as he had never heard it before. “My God, Sybil, you talk like somebody’s maiden aunt!” He put his arm about her shoul- ders and laughed mockingly. “Only a nightcap, darling. It will make me feel better. T'll be right along.” “You needn’t bother,” she in- formed him huskily, and holding her head high, rang savagely for the elevator. *Listen, he sought sweetheart.” Contritely to detain her. “I'm dreadfully sorry, but I've a split- ting headache. That’s the only reason I want a drink. Sybil, ycu don’t think I want to get drunk tonight, do you! Why, darling. I've been dreaming about this . . .” “Here's the elevator,” she terrupted, and stepped into little gilded cage. in- the minutes later there was her bedroom Twenty a gentle knock on door. “The prodigal bridegroom!” eried a loud, glad voize, and Richard bent to kiss her. “Darling! Youve been crying!” He kissed her soit wet face. “Why, Sybil — Sybil dear—you mustn't. Tears simply lacerate me.” He found his handkerchiet, and tried to wipe *hem all away. Shuddering, she turned him, “Please,” away." But he sat on the side of her bed, and stroked her forehead and her hair. When she had grown quieter, he put his arms about her. And so the night passed. from she implored, .“go The sun was streaming the broad windows that front through the “Oh, my head!” Sybil, at the desk, turned and contemplated him remotely. “You look,” she volunteered, “like the wrath of God,” and bent again to the paper on which she wrote, Once the pen point stuck, and ink spattered on the whiteness of the Sevilla's crested stationery. She murmured detachedly, and then he heard her pen go scratch- ing determinedly on. Scratch, Scratch. Like ticks ripping his brain apart. He raised himself on one elbow and surveyed her uncertainly. “Please,” he asked humbly, “pull that curtain, will you, Sykil? The sun’s right in my eyes.” She adjusted it, and with her back to the bed, told him, “I'm going out for breakfast with Mabel.” o “You're not going to like this?" “I'll ask the clerk to send some- one up.” “But I'm a sick man, Sybil."” He moaned with great fervor. “God, I'm sick!” “I am very sorry, Rich." He raised himself in bed. Put his head on his knees, and cradled his body with his arms, rocking back and forth. “I don’t believe you know how rotten I feel, dear,” he moaned. “I begged you not to drink last night,” she reminded him coolly. “I know you did, darling.” “You—you were horrid to me.” Her voice broke on a sob. “Was I, 8ib? Oh, Lord!"” He broke off to resume his rock- ing. “What a head! Ring for some icewater, will you? And get me some more of that aspirin.” Dutitully she 1ang, and dutifully pried the tight little lid from the box of tablets, . “Will two be enough?” she :sked dispossionately, and when e had taken them, she started toward the door. “If you knew how sick T am you wouldn’t walk out on me like this,” he objected miserably. leave me NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, SATURDAY, SE DYIND ELEANOR EARLY drunk on your wedding night . . .” She pressed her handkerchief to her mouth, and sought the mirror again, to hide her tears. “It was beastly of me, darling.” “Oh, Rich, you were h-horrid!” Suddenly she was in his arms— crying, struggling, caressing. “Sybil—8ybil darling!” “Oh, Rich! Let me go.” “Do you still love me, 8ib? Say you love me, Joar” —I—{ don’t know.” “Poor little girl."” He kissed her tears, and rocked bher gently. Her hat fell to the floor, and he smoothed her hair tenderly. In an agony of helf-re- proach he castigated himself. “I ought to get shot! 8ib, don't cry, dear. You break my heart. To think 1 made you cry! Wi a thing I turned out to be! Fin- est little girl in the world. And I'm nothing but a big brute.” Finally she stopped him. Put her | tingers over his mouth, and drew bis head down. “All right, a nice ki probatio In the mirror across the room Sybil glimpsed her red eyes, and shiny little nose. *“See me!” she moaned, “all swollen and homely in front of my new husband.” “You'rg beautiful!¥ he contra- dicted, and kissed her tears away. “Oh, darling, I'm not fit to touch you—not worthy to kiss your little feet. She laughed at his humility. “When the devil wds sick,” she re- minded him, “the devil a saint would be. When the devil w well, the devil a saint was h and, laughing, she sat on his knee, and rumpled his hair. “You're pot going to have break- fast with Mab?” he questioned her anxiously, like a child begging for- giveness. “No, darling. I'm going to have with my loving husband.” “Sweetheart!” “And I'm going out now to buy a bouquet- from that old flower woman over on the corner. See, Rich — isn’t she precious? The one with the hig checked apron and the long earrings. I'll get a bou- tonniere for you and a corsage for me, and some flowers for the table. And you be all bathed and shaved and everything by the time I get back. Hurry up now, or I might get mad again.” “Mrs. Legree!" “Do you feel better, dear?"” " “Better? I'm on top of the world!"” Gaily he hummed a #natch of song—"Sitting on top of the world—" “Goodby, honey.” “Goodby, darling. Hurry back.” When she had gone he crossed the room shakily and reached for the telephone, CHAPTER XIX “Send me up some whiskey and soda,” Richard ordered the oper- ator, “and shoot it right along, Richie boy. Give me and well put you on it When it came he poured himself a generous drink. “God knows I need it,” he mut- tered, And shortly he had another. When Sybil came back he was nibbling nuts to hide his breath. Mabel joined them in the after- noon. She had met a salesman from home, selling paper novelties, bon-bons and confetti and stre.m- ers. “And those little do-dabs across like wildfire, “The Cubans are such funloving, childish people. Mr. Moore was telling me this morning about their noise-making contests, The garbage squad won the last one, with the ice cream vendors, second, the newsboys third, and the cart- men fourth. They wouldn't let the taxi drivers compete. Mr. Moore sells paper caps and horns and things by the truck load. He's g0 she explained. “Oh, yes I wouid. I know what I'm doing.” “You're not angry, Sib?". “Angry? Oh, no/'—there was a world of scorn in her tone—"I'm awfully happy.” “I'm sorry, dear. Honestly, . 1 | am.” He tried to reach her hand. “It was a wretched thing to do.” just She crossed the big room to the long mirror; powdered her nosc | from the vanity that hung about her neck, and touched her lips with a crimson stick. Poked a bit of bair up under the little pink hat ‘uhfl wore. And turned to look | coldly at her husband. later, o sece how He jumped from the bed and held her by the shoulders. “I've told you I'm sorry else do vou espect to Shed a lot of crocodile tears, | grovel at your feet? It isn't What ot and my “Our Junior don’t care much to play with children that treat him right. He wants to be with that big l}:(_)y that always imposes on im.” (Copyright, 1928, Publishers Syndicate) HOMESEEKE fault that I'm sick, is it?” She shrugged with dainty gust. dis- | here, Sib—you wouldn't go | back on m the very day atter | we're marricd? Oh, Tord. darling | —I'm crazy about you. You know Iam. I e tell vou how sorry | T am, sweetheart. T'm too sick to | talk.” | “Getting sick’s told him airily. because you're nothing,” she “I'm not angry sick. But getting Let us show you some of the cozy homes we hav i il for sale. COMMERCIAL COMPANY ' INSURANCE REAL ESTATE Commercial Tron Company Building Tel. 6000 WAS A MIGHTY MEAN TRICK! | awfully nice. He took me out te the cemetery this morning. to see the bone pile.* “What a romantic morning!” Sybil giggled. *“Oh, but you don't know. It was quite thrilling. You see they dig up the graves every once in a while, when the survivors of the dead get behind on the rent. It'a dreadfully gruesome, You don't buy grave lots in Havana like we do at home. You rent them. Then if you don’t pay the rent, the dead tenants are dispossessed.” Richard laughed teasingly. “Ask your genial friend if he knows any more nice little' tiips,” he sug- gested. “Perhaps he'll take you to the slaughter house. when you get back to Boston, Mab.” “Oh, shut up!” she ordered, and continued excitedly. “We saw something else awfully interesting, too. There’s an orphan asylum that was founded hundreds of years ago. On one side of the building there is a little sheltered alcove where a big basket swings. “People who have babies they do not want slip into the alcove at night time, in the dark, and put their babies in the basket. Then they pull a rope, and the basket goes up on a pulley where a Sister of Charity sitsa and walits, No one ever knows who the baby is, nor where it came from. “Once Mr. Moore drove past «the asylum very early in the morning, and he saw a girl with a bundle running down the street. 8he ran into the alcove, and he saw her undo the bundle. It was a little baby, of course. She kissed it, and kissed 1t, and he sald she was crying like everything. Then e put it in the basket, and pulled the rope. # “Mr. Moore asked a policeman about it afterward. He wondered if a girl could get her baby back, if she wanted to. But the policema said no. It seems that every mark of identification is deatroyed, as soon as the Sister takes the baby, And women who leave their chil- dren are never permitted to enter the building.” ‘s83] 2uol S|y paplojun PpaEyIRy and stretching lazily, interrupted irrelevantly, “Come on, you two, and .have a little cocktail. The first today." And so the days passed — until Sybil had been away two weeks. Mras. Thorne, at the dinner table at home, was reading a letter the day's mail had brought. Five times she had perused it in soli- tude. But now Tad was home, and hse must read it aloud. Valerie was there, too. Crackling the sheets with antici- patory pleasure, she began, holding the paper close to her faded eyes, and glancing occasionally at the son of her heart: “Havana is wonderful! Pictur- esque, hot, buggy, smelly, expen- sive. The women are beautiful. And the men all leer, “Yesterday we went on & pic- tie, out in the country, where the children don’t wear any clothes Today we had tea at 4 wonderful place where coffee is a dollar a cup. We've won money at Jai Alai, and lost it at roulette, I've bought linens and perfumes for everyone, and a shawl and a comb and ear- rings for Val." “My goodness, Valerie!" Mrs. Thorne beamed at her daughter-in- law, “Sybil's bringing you home all kinds of things.” “Well, Tad paid for them, didn’t ha?” Mrs. Thorne looked worried. “It's strange,” she gaid. “Craig hasn't had a line — just & cable, saying she would write late: “Well, if there’'s a man in sight you know 8ib has grabbed him,” put in Valerie, “Lay off 8ib, will you Val “What are you so touchy about, Tad Thorne? T guess if B8ybil wanted to say mean things about me, you'd never open your mouth. Always sticking up for her, and picking on me.” ¥ Valerie searched kerchief. “You're just horrid te for her hand- me, Tad | | Thorne." “That's right — turn on the weeps! Never mind dessert for me, Mother.” Tad threw ‘down his napkin, and flung out of the room. Mrs, Thorne looked greived. “Oh, Valerie dear, you shouldn't talk to Tad that way about Sybil. You know how wonderful he thinks she iz, dear. Why do you €2y those mean little things “What DID I say, for. pity's sake? He's just a great big baby —that's all he is. 'The way you arnd Sybil spoil him! Gracious! Mother says she thinks it's per- fectly awful. The way he's used 1o being waited en—and pampered and babied. T simply won't do it, Mother says I'd be an awru fool. He makes me just perfectly miser- able!” ] “Why Val!” “I don't care! He does. I wish I'd never married him!" Left alone, Mrx Thorne tasted her tapioca cream apathetically, and sighing deeply, wiped her eyes, after the habit of years. Sybil, at that moment, was help. ing Richard to their suite, “No thank you,” she told a cour- teous clerk, "I can manage quite nicely."” Bhe saw the pity in his eyes, and cringed. Oh, the humiliation of it! Bell boys stared. And the elevator operator, when they reached their floor, propelled Rich down the long hall. Gentlemen didn’t get drunk In Havana, Only American tourists. Loud, vulgar people, doing some- thing they couldn’t do at home. It was ke showing off. And so fool- ish. Bo utterly asinine. Richard was impossible when he was drinking. Quarrelsome, stub- born, argumentative, And stupld. His lower lip protruded. And he had a y of getting his clothes stained. There were times Bybil hated him. Two weeks it The elevator boy dragged him toward the bed. “Shall I take. Madam?” “Yes, please do. fortable.” Bhe rang for ice water, and put cold compresses on his head, Then she arranged a table within Ms reach, A decanter of water and a glass. The tablets for his head, and a palm leaf fan. She drew water in the tub, and laid out fresh linen. Going to the closet, she took dreases and coats from hangers and put them in the open ward- robe trunk. Tossed her lingerie in the drawers, and put her toilet things in a small bag. 8he changed her dinner frock for a dress of dark crepe, and sitiing at the little SBpanish desk, drew out a sheet of crestcd stationery, (TO BE CONTINUED) (What is it Bybil writea? 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