New Britain Herald Newspaper, October 2, 1928, Page 26

Al Sybil 'I'Iorno is going to h-ve a Laby. Only two people know of iir marriage, and both were pledged to secrecy. Sybil meant that no one else showld ever know. But now she must tell—and there are times 8ybil thinks she had rather die. The father of her unborn child is Ricard Eustis, an adventurer and a philanderer. Sybil lived with him only two weeks, during a period when she was supposed to be vaca- tioning in Havana with Mabel Blake. Terminating a ghastly honeymoon, Sybil returns to Bos- ton with Mabel, determined that no | one shall ever know of her sardldl romance. When she learns, however, that she is going to have a child, she is | forced to tell her secret. Mabel is| helpful and sympathetic. Her sroth- er. Tad. is quite wonderful about it. But Valerie, her brother's wife, is inclined to scoff and taunt. Poor Mrs. Thorne, afraid of a scandal, sets immediately about getting an- nouncements printed. Then Sybil tells Craig Newhall, who has loved her for years, and| hoped that some day she would | marry him. | do he: of do 1 ag: ful De Va dr col | tol he ten NOW GO ON WITH THE £TORY CHAPTER XXX Only Craig's lips twitched, and a little cord in his neck. Sybil thought of & sketch she had seen of a for- cign dictator, with a leonine head People called him the Tragic Man an of Destiny. { he Now Craig looked like that—a | nmnpodh of tragedy. She saw the | v in his eyes, and could have | Her own were full of | . hunted fear. And so | reading one anothes's | an: in dreadful silence. th cached and touched his anc It lay on the tablecloth, mo- tionless. And when she fondled it it felt like ice. He opened is “Why. . v, Words came hard to wrench them out, didn’t | BT sh. | Wi wi sh mouth to speak He seemed | with effort. | you tell me tor told him e patted his han “His name Richard Eustis. T hate him now. 1 T 1eft him in Havana. Shall 1 tell you about it | 8he talked in small, tences. “I think I must have been | crazy. it was all so sudden. . . . The Captain—and those wo- men. . Mab hegged me not to . And then, that very night . . . Oh, it was awful. Drink —drink—drink. . Five months now."” | A dull red of Craig's face, waiter, hovering startled surprise. “Oh, please!” herself nervously away. He's list —T1 know he I Then Craig shifted his penetrating gaze from face, and motioned abs “Bring Miss Thorne breast of I chicken, please, under glass, with | ri: mushrooms—and coffee | She remonstrated, fesbly, shak- ing her head. Tears were in her eyes, and a little hysterical laugh on her lips. “Oh, Craig—Cruig, you angel! Who else, In all the world, | would feed a bad girl chicken under} glass!” | When it came, she toyed with it, and tasted a bit when Craig begged her to — and poured large | cups of fragrant coffec. “Cream, my dear? Three isn't it?" Like a bit of pleasant domes- ticlty, ‘Tragedy sct with the social niceties. | The walter handed & steaming | cup to Craig, and discreetly with- drew. “Oh, life. out her hands. "It tell you that T am married. 1 am going to have a child. then—T pour you a cup of coffee. Quite as it it didn’t matter. T-— T break your heart — and then—1 give you three lumps of sugar. Life's so . comi “1 couldn't. Tneffectuall {eh n | dre in! W I ro ni | ta | and an obsequious | near, stared in | sn in ‘il interrupted “Send that mun | M ng to every word |al ‘vh dreadful | ha her pale | A6 ctedly. a M ca lumps, ac er: i Sybil threw | th, so funny. 1| That | And | ci w pose—if we weren't so polite —you'd beat me soundly. . . . month.” I don't want righteous Mrs. try You're | most rather you SLAPPED me!” | He tucked ateful | his shou house jerky seu- | about her knees. | tears came aroling suffused the grayness would be bett where. | da hadn’t even met him!" eloquently don’s consultation room. cov he tions in a biue confidential Boston rocker i She laughed nervously. n't hate me, Craig?” He shook his head. | “I—I think Il go away next| She pressed her fingers 10 | to quiet the trembling “Until May.” | “To him 2" | “Oh. no no! Craig. you| n't understand. He doesn’t know. | haven't seen him—since Havana. | EVER to see him | r mouth her lips. ain.' They were quiet then. “People will probably I things,” she B ded, “I suppose so0," he agreed. say dread- | at last. was thinking of their crowd. Weston and the Graysons. and her friends, and the West. And all the | inking, loose cligue at the coun- | club. Peopls who commit only | nventional sins are always | erant “You poor little thought upon \zues. “Oh, He olly lerie in- unconventionalists. | kid," h as | their wagging of the wonderful! 1—1'd al- Craig, you're so good yon hurt violently. | teeth are I'm so Sybil “M was trembling my t chat tering. vous reaction,” he fold her, d bundled her into her coat. Then called a cao, to take her home. her in warmly, and | she pillowed her head on er. His arm about her oulders held her close. The steps at her house were fcy, 4, lest she slip, he carried her i e door. There he shook hands, | 4 stood for a minute, speechless. | th bared head, and his face as ntry as the night “Aren’t you going to o cried. She raised her head, and uched her lips lightly with “Good night, little girl.” et he f was dark, eerl She 4 ciss me?" | Kiss | he his. She inquietly. The and cold, and fiptoed upstair 4 down the hall to her room. U'n- essing in the dark, she crawled to hed, and curled up, to keep arm, like a child, with her arms Then, in the and w and regrets that come at mid- ght to tired women, alone with eir thoughts. 1d and fhe dark, I the bitter sor- | suggested a trip to South Sybil herself felt that it | * o go away some- Valeric But Mrs Iting Mr, i L felt ot g would be gained by secre At three p. m. on J y rs. Thorne told her psycho analyst 1 about it. She gone to him rectly from the store, where she 1l ordered, of a,discreet clerk, W0 helated announcements of he aughter's marriage. dward Thorne announces th 1ge of her daunghter, “Don’t you think them July?” arfully of Tad. “But Mother!" didn’t know Sybil had b tter she had asked we expostulated Sybil. him in July — 1 Valerie shrugged her shoulders “IN drive other,” she offere n take a tasi to Mr. The afternoon sun was slanting ross the erimson rug in Mr. Cran- In the al- beyond a maid was busying rself with tea cups and a delft acker jar. There were spiey carna and a crack- humming on ¥ down “And Crandon' town, vas g fire, and a kettle ane. Crandon had learned atmosphere is a de- psycho. He drew a little nearer the nd helped Mrs. Thorne off ith her moleskin . “1 must have your help,™ horne said, settling a turkey e or Mr. that 2 ded aid 1o Mrs. red | | | POOR PA BY CLAUDE CALLAN “l wisli my rich uncle would let the family doctor treat him. It's a shame for him to waste 0 much money goin' to specialists.” (Copsright. 1925, Publisners Syndicate) Homeseekers. “e Have Som ‘n West End Properties AUNT HET BY ROBERT QUILL, “Me an” Amy was goin’ to call on that Jones woman this afterncon, but nobody close to her has got a ‘phone an' | don’t know how fo make sure she ain't at home.” (Copy 19 right Fublishers Syndicate) e COMMERCIAL COMPANY INSURANCE REAL ESTATE Commergial Tram Tel. 8000 | between Craig and Sybil, | thing of an “Why, no, 1 don’'t know, as you'd | | 8yb | bottle out of her ecrib. | on. ‘\- ith tea. | thing for her. DWIND ELEANOR EARLY cushion at her back. “It's about Sybil. She's going to have a baby. Nothing ever surprised Mr. Cran- | don. He pressed his finger tips to- | gether, \and shifted his mild blue gaze to near-sighted contemplation of a hangnail. “I want you to tell me what line to take with har,” continued Mrs. Thorne. And then, from the beginnin she told the story as best . e could. She toli about John La rence, and what a difficult girl Syb- il was at 18. She reviewed a few carlier affairs and told what she knew of some sfer ones. She led tactfully up to Craig Newhall. “I think,” she hazarded, “that there was a sort of understanding but of course I can't be sure. You see, Sybil never telis her mother any- thing.” Mrs, Thorne pressed a black bordered handkerchief to her eyes. “Now when I was a girl—" “Yes, yes” wsoothed Mr. Crandon gently, and, patting her hand, led her tactfully back to the sublect in hand. “Mr. Newhall is ome- ustere young man? Mrs, Just call him that Thorne, *“Maybe Sybil's type, but—" “As to that” interrupted Mr. Crandon, “has passion always been a strong factor in your daughter's life? Mrs. Thorne bristled a little, “Passion?" she repeated distaste- fully. “Why, as to passion—" she fioundered a bit helplessly. “I should think,” continued Mr. Crandon without waiting for her to go on, “that your daughter's in- hibitory and repressive powers— you see, my dear Mrs. Thorne—it is like this. . It would be bet- ter, perhaps, to consider her case from the beginning. Let us, for a* moment, consider her fnfan:y. Lo vou. by any chance, remember s first lawless action?” Mrs. Thorne pondered vaguely. “She always was a defiant child,” she admitted. ‘I remember how she used to kick her little puff off at night. And the way she threw her But, tell me, don’t think in- demurred he’s not Mr. Crandon, you hibitions—*" “I curtainly do!” Crandon. acclaimed M. CHAPTER Mrs. Thorne leaned back in her Boston rocker. Mr. Crandon flowed By and by the mald came in Before they knew it the clock on the mantle was chiming four. “I am don, now. And Mrs. Thorne, gathering her moleskin about her, apologized and prepared to depart. “I feel 80 much better,” sl told him. “I simply can't thank vou enough for all you do for me. It's as if a load were lifted sorr; said Mr. Cran- “I have another appointment | from my mind." And that night she told Valerie, “Mr. Crandon thinks it would be t mistake to send Sybil And he says that the child be a pe y marvelous He is very anxious fo analyze Sybil for her own 5ood, you know, Valerie. Rut 1T suppose she wouldn't hear of ctuch a thing.” “I should ‘a “And analyzing Sybil 7 had a repression nor an inhibition In her | It's. primitive ego that's Sib's trouble — and there's no sublimating that, Mother Thorne. Besides, she'd just laugh at you.” “I suppose so" agreed Thorne sadly. “Well, we let her go away anyhow, Crandon advised very inst it.” say not!" what the sense of The girl never scorned Mrs. won't Valerie. defi- Sybil. however, had ideas of her JUST KIDS “that it would be a cowardly thing to hide somewhere. Like a con- fession of fear—fear of what peo- ple are going to say. Hold up your head, 8ib. There’s nothing like facing the wausic. And tell them all to go to the devil!” As soon as the announcements were out, the news began to per- colate. “Sybil Thorne's going a bab; “A baby? My dear, what are you talking about! I just got an announcement of her marriage."” “Well!" “You dor't -mean it?" “I certainly do. Next April heard.” Women telephoned each other at all hours of the day and night. At bridge parties they forgot to play cards. They met one another for luncheon, and their food grew cold while they talked. The most arrogant of them went to see her. ‘With incredulous exclamations and small gifts they invaded her privacy. One day to have T she bundled together five little jackets, six pairs of hooties, four baby dresses em- broidered in Madeira, and a knit bonnet or two. Tying them around with a blue satin carriage ritbon. she laid them on the blazing logs in the library fireplace, And while they burned she held a tiny band of silk and wool, all shrunk with tears, to her lips, and laughed excitedly. “Look!" she cried, when Tad came in and found her erouched over the ashes. “I've burned all the tickets admission my friets bought come to look at me.” of to “Winter dragged on, such a long, long winter. Sybll was very beauti- ful, but there was no one to see her somber loveliness but her moth- er, and Tad and Valerie. Her eyes secmed to grow larger, and in thelr tragic depths ‘there was a sort of Madonna beauty. She moved quietly of heavy. peasant grace. wore a blue smock of soft wool the color of wild flowers in the country. She looked womanly and full of grace. She seldom went out, being extremely conscious of all that was being said. Once Craig came to call, but she sent down word that she was After that he left flowers with card occasionally, but never again asked to see her. with a sort And she Then, came. hanners. Crocuses, and gay tulips, and purple hyacinths, bil lay quietly in white bed in a big white The crisp curtains at her window rustled like « small girl's pert petticoats. Spring, with the breath of lilacs, stole through the open window—and the little bundle at her side wailed monrnful - wail. Such a_funny little bundle. Sybil cradled it~ on her arm, poled timidly at the white cloths that swaddled They fell back, revealing a small red face, with a bit of nose in the middle of if. There were fight little wrinkles that would undoubtedly disclose eves lat and a noisy, husy mouth that seemed large for the rest of the features. The head was covered with soft black hair. A nurse appeared in the door- way, pleasantly professional. “It's the most I've ever seen,” absolutely perfec| Sybil smiled palely beautitul!™ she 4 worshipingly on her sof “Your hrother is here, nounced the nurse hriskly may come in for just a it you'll promise not to talk. Tad came on tiptoe, after the tushion of mea approaching re- | cent mothers. Tic held a brown Itetl hat awkwardly, rollng the at last, it was over. hospital. a haby “And Jjust and g [brim, and seemed quite distralt ja 1 cinbarrassed His fac was “IIIMIV».L and he applied his hand- | — WNAY VO YuH THINK t cor E\GHT Y- !ElGHT aN' T xm SHOW IT TO YUH \N ARITHMETIC —MOM —2 e g | THATS VERY GOOD —~AND WHAT DID YOU GET IN SPELLING? 1 GoT N head. 8ybil ug! came to the side of her bed. “Meet the boss, Taddy!” the cried, and drew the sheet gently away. “S8ee um's uncle, Bv\ee!)unl"' Tad kissed her and took her hand. “Well, 8ib?" “Oh, Tad!" s0 happy! Tad!" Then Tad bent and inspected the little bundle, and poked fit, and tried to think of something to say. “Great little kiddo,” he said, and wondered !f Bybil expacted him td" say it was good looking. “Isn't he beautiful, Tad?" “Beautiful!” he echoed sol- emnly. “He's tol & mice head. “And ear she cried. “Did vou ever see such beautiful ears in all your life?" ulured her grave- Beautiful ears." Thb‘n the nurée came. “You've stayed long enough for today, Mr. Thorne.” she told him. And Tad took his hat gratefully and departed. white forehead, | “F'm him, she whispered. Just look at Two weeks after Sybil left the hospital, she wanted a christening party. “l know they're old-fashioned,” she admitted. “But this is some- thing special.” She bought a christening robe two yards long. and borrowed u silver brazier for a font. Craig was there, and Tad, and Mabel with Jack Moore. It was an eve- ning when Valerie was playing bridge, and Mrs. Thorne had gone to church. Sybil wore a brief little dress of woodsy green, with violets at her waist. And the baby, over his baptismal gown, wore a daisy chain. Mabel held him, and 8ybil, ping her fingers in the sprinkled his fuzzy little head. “I baptize thee,” she cried, “Edward Thorne, in commemora tion of my father, and to honor his memory. And I renounce for thee, thy father—and claim thee for my own alone. Edward Thorne, son of Sybil Thorne. . . ." | Tip- font, The lighted candles that flanked the brazier flickered, and burst into brighter flame, so that they held the baby's big-eyed stare. And he waved his little arms, and smiled his first amall smile, and cooed in triumph. Sybil caught him to her and kissed him wildly. “God love him,"” she murmured reverently. Then they passed him around, and each of them, like fairies at | a christening, made a wish for him. Luck, and love and gold — until Craig handed him back to| Sybil, and she cried, like the bad | witch in an Irish fairy tale, “Bad | cess to your father—and may _you never set your beautful eyed on| the face of him!" | Then there were cocktails, and | a toast to Edward Thorne, sccond. who, short like an inebriated | host. grew sleepy. and. noddin, a ! bit, dropped his chin to his chest —and slept, Everyone agreed it was strange Sybil had never heard from Rich- ard. | “It's as if the earth opened and swallowed him,” declared Valeric incredulously. | And o Tad she expressed open disbellef. “I don’t know what Sib takes us for. A hunch of dumb bells, T guess. And of all the big simpletons T cver knew, Craig Newhall is the biggest. Hook. line and sinker, hxs swallowed that story of hers." Tad had come to treat his wife with scant courtesy. “Oh, keep still!” he exclaimed now. “Your chatter gives me # pain.” Whereupon Valerie packed rags, and left for New Haven, leaving the conventional note on her pillow. .. . If you're sick of me, there are lots of people who aren't. her | 1 cor EIGHT Y~ WHAT DO YOU GET v IN HISTORY GPELLIN'- g 1 WOULDA GOT MORE ONEY ON ACCOUNY OF A / (] COUPLA WORDS® SIS NEET o Iy stick-in-the-mud. . . It won't co you any good to come for me stay as long as 1 please. . (To Be Continued) (Craig and Tad talks things over —8ybil's marriage and the chances for a divorce. Craig shows his hand in the next chapter—Valerie stays in New Haven.) HINDENBURG IS 81 YEARS OLD TODAY President of Gorman Republic Cele: bratcs Birthday in Seclusion and Eludes Callers Berlin, Oct. 2 (M—President Von. Hindenburg celebrated his 81st birthday today in seclusion. He cluded possible callers by leaving Berlin quietly yesterday accom- panied only by his son and a valet. While no statement was obtain- able as to his whereabouts beyond the president is somewhere out in the country near Berlin, it was gen- erally assumed he was sojourning at a little hunting lodge on Lake Her- bellin about 40 miles north of the capital. This 10dge was set aside by the republic to afford the chief executive & quiet retreat and former President Ebert and President Von Hindenburg have often spent the week-end there. The president’s seclusion, how- ever, was penetrated by his grand- children who arrived at the hunting lodge at Schorfheide accompanied by her parents. Presidential dignity was cast aside and the chief executive hecame merely the head of a happy family when his off-spring con- THE HERALD CLASSIFIED ADS Closing time 13:30 p m dally; 30 + m Saturday. ‘I'unu.u-tllutnw ‘or errore after the upon him. 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