New Britain Herald Newspaper, October 9, 1928, Page 18

"SVHIRLX THIS HAS HAPPENED | Sybil Thorne, Boston soclety girl, | surprises her sister-in-law at a road- | house—drinking cocktails and mak- | ing love with Bybil's own husband! | In all fairness to Valerie (the sister- | In-law) 1t should be explained that | she had no idea the man with whom she was actually planning to elope was her sister-in-law’s husband. Valerie aid not. as a matter of fact, even know he wus ma He had made love ardently, and prom- ised 1o get her in the movies. Mu riage with Tad Thorne had palled. and Valerie, a selfish and frivolous girl. was ready to escape boredom through any avenue. Sybil, learning that Valerie was preparing to desert Tad, determined to stop 1t if she could. She had no fdea when she hurried to the road- house where Valeric was spending the evening that she was going to encounter her husband. | il's marriage with Richuard Eustis had been a secret atiair, It lasted onty two weeks, and only two of Sybil's frivnds had met her hus band. 8he had never used his name, nor spoken of him to Valerie. At first it was difficult to convince Valerie that her lover was her own brother-in-law — husband! But his own craven attitude revealed him in his worst light. Sybil tukes ‘Valerie back to Tad ) Sybil regards Val with a sort of pitying contempt, and becuuse pity | is akin to affection, she grows (o like ! her a little. Final rie begs | Bybil to divorce Eustis in order that she may gain undisputed custody of her child. Eustis has never heard of the birth of Sybil's bab nd Valerie | is afraid that when he learns of it he | will seek to assert his paternity. She predicts legal difficulties, and per- suades Sybil to sec a lawyer, 1o whom Sybil tells the strange story of | her marriage. | NOW GO ON WITH TH CHAPTER XXXVII | Mr. Peterson beat a gentle fat too with his spectacles on the bridg. | of his nose. “Mm-m.” he said. “A most un- usual case. And the defendant, liv ing in New Haven, is ignorant of the birth of a child? You have no mutual fricnds—no acquaintances ? “fhe situation is almost incompre- hensible, . You realize, of course, that it will be neecssars to apprise your husband of the existence of a child ? You wish complete custody. mmflf rate support, perhaps | “No—no. Sybil interrupted cagerly. T don’t want any money | at all, Only Teddy. I don't even | care about m freedom, except for | Teddy's sa 1 only: want the | right to my own name, and the right for my child to be known as Edward Thorne. “He is called,” she told the crusty old lawycr simply, “for my father. 1 should like to perpetuate his memory through my son. There are Thorne traditions — Thorne pride. It would be idiotic for my son to carry on for the Lustises. He means nothing to them, noi they to him." 5 STORY | Mr. Peterson smiled. “Jurisdiction,” he informed “recognizes no sentimentality. 'nm‘ child’s father has a legal right to| dispute your fitness as guardian of his minor son. He can, If he chooses, bring various unpleasant affczations. He can contest your suit for di- vorce, and defend himsclt publicly | against your charges. | “However, judging from the cir- | cumstances of the—er—romance. I think we need anticipate no trouble from the young man. You are quite sure, madam, that you have omitted no important detail of your marital life? You have not seen your hus- band in the last 21 months? Not since you left him in Havana?" Sybil hesitated, “Yes, 1 have — once. T didn't think it necessary to tell you. It was for only a few minutes. 1—I surprised him. It was in a public place. In New Haven—at a road- house. He was with another wo- man.” “You talked with him 2" “Yes." Ter, | thing like t | might call it. | ban doctors, “And what was the of that conversation “I—I upbraided with a girl 1 knew. planning to elope.” “How did you planning to elope “Oh. 1 KNOW they were, “And you know the woman? We night subpoena her. Had you wit- nesses to the affair? And this woman's feclings toward at this time?” Sybil threw out her hands. nature him. He was They were know they were you “Oh, Mr. Peterson—you don’t un- derstand. 1 shouldnt' have men- tioned it. 1 couldn’t possibly drag anyone into this—particularly this —this lady." “Who is she, madam? And what have heen her relations with your hiishand? Has there been an open liaison 2" Hideous questions! Horrible man! Sybil shuddered. “Really, Mr. Peterson, T must de- cline to answer. 1t secms hardly nece " The old man smiled My dear voung woman, 1t is' MOST necessary.” he explained indul- zently. “Surely you do mot think T am vulgarly curious. 1 man old cnough to he yenr father. You have come to me, presumably, he- cause you trust me, and wish me to help you. You must be abselutely frank with me. 1¢ you wish fto withhold certain facts, I must de- cline to accept the case™ patiently. Mr. Peterson peered through tor- | at his finger na of 60 toise-shell gla: and, for the s while he appraised them thorough- lv. you could have heard a pin drop. Then Sybil broke the throb- hing silence “I beg your pardon.” she said “Let me begin at the beginmn tell you everything. Then you will unde hle it i to bring the have in mind.” Gravely he hea when she had finished, she cluded hopefully—"And now see why I want so fearfully to the divorce on some respectable ground -— incompatibility, or some: at."” Mr. Peterson inclined his head. “That would be nice,” he con- ceded with grim humor, “only in Massachusetts we don't do things that way. There are seven grounds tor divoree in this state. Most of them ugly. Incompatibility is not one of them. Non-suppert is “hat you might calt the most ‘respecta- Lle! In your case we might fall back on ‘gross and confirmed habits of intoxication,’ or ‘crucl and abus- ive treatment.’ “On the other hand, your hus- band might bring a counter charge, alleging desertion. He might even allege cruel and abusive treatment. You left him, you sce. sick and alone, fn Havana " “But, Mr. DRUNK!" “He might the contrary. ace charge 3ot And con. you 1 her out. Peterson, he was produce cvidence to Tropical malaria, he Affidavits from be arranged.” “But I have Moores." “Mm-m—yes. Well, we'll see, 1 shall prepure the papers for ser- vice immediately. The case will be listed with others on the divorce docket. We must wait until it i3 called. The law moves slowly. 1 doubt if we can get heard before the September session.” Sybil clasped her hands vously, remembering Tad's predictions, “There won't be any publicity, Mr. Peterson®” she inquired. “That,” he told her gravely, *“is something we never can tell. If n arrange for an uncontested action, probably not. If Mr. Eustis contests, 1 should say there would probably be a great deal of it. Headlines, you know, and pictures. And all sorts of innuendoes and in- ferences. “The American public loves scan- dal. Divorces produce vicarious joy. However, let us not he apprehen- sive. Once you make up your mind witnesses — the ner- dire POOR PA BY CLAUDE CALLAN “i guess I'll maie money on that lot 1 bought. The salesman said he was makin’ a specia! price to a few prom- inent men to get the sale started.” (Copyright 1928 Publisyers Syndicate) Houses, AUNT HET BY ROBERT QU1 “Ma gets after our mar- || ried daughter for talkin’ so |] eross to her husband. She's || 2ot so she snaps him up just \ like Ma docs me.” ] 1958 P (Copyright here Syndivates Lote and Buriness >ropariiz For Sal- COMMERCIAL COMPANY INSURANCE REAL ESTATE Commereis! Trum Company Baildine what are | seconds, | stand how absolutely impc §i- | Cu- | hotel clerks—it could | NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, TUESDAY, OCTOBER 9, 1928 IND EANOR EARLY |to do & thing, there's no good vacil- 1lalinx. You're going through—or | you're not. The declsion is your ow Sybil squared her shoulders. “I'm going through,” and placed her hand in his. When she had gone, the old law- yer rang for the junior member of the firm, and ranted harshly: “What's the young generation ! coming to? Answer me that, if you |can! The foivles of innocence! License and immorality. You're all going to the dogs. You've gone | crazy—crazy as loons. Such carry- ings-on! Little girls and marrled women. Flask-sucking lizards. 1 {don’t know what the world's com- ing to. You're going to the | devil . % | The irascible Mr. Peterson paused ; for breath. { The junior member smiled. “Yes, sir." he conceded good-nat- uredly, *1 supnose we are. You old fogies are to blame for it.” | The summer was full of confer- {ences. Richard wanted to see Sybil. First one emissary and then anoth- {er pleaded his cause. | They hinted at possible reconcili- ation, and a settlement out of court | Defiance followed on the heels of | conciliation. There were veiled | threats. 1t Richard had a child. |then, Ly the lord Harry, he rro- | posed to see him. Panic stricken, Sybil refused to let Teddy from | her sight. Richard’s lawyer., a smooth young man witk a face like a fer- | ret, glibly submitted unpleasant in- nuendoes. Did Mr. Thorne know | of his wife's friendship with Mr.| 187 No? Ah! Probably Mrs. Eustis would not wish to have him informed of that—er—regrettable little affair. “Don’t call snapped Sybil. “But it is your name!" {lated the ferret, and continued avely. “Of course, Mr. Eustis would be loathe to resort to such tactics. But, really, Mrs. Eustis was proving quite unreasonable. Now, if Mr. Eustis were permitted o see the child. . . ." “Never!" Sybil shricked her de- fiance. “Or if Mrs. Eust her hushand. . . .** “I'd die first!” she assured him. “But consider your husband's| feelings. The child is his." “The child s mine!" Sybil's out- ged maternity flared hotly, "Teddy's mine, 1 tell you The ferret smiled suavely. “Yours? Oh, yes. But you sa he interpolated xmoothly, “that it is also his” Oh, the hateful insolence purring voice. Sybil sprang to her feet, and her open palm shot swiftly through the air. Full on his cheek he received It, and when her arm dropped like lead to her side, there was a livid mark across his face, “You—you Teave my house! she screamed. “Get out. Quick! Or T'll call my brother to beat you. You . ..yghm, . She was pointing a shaking fin- gor toward the door, like a tragedy queen in a melodrama. And the palm of her hand itched for further contact. The ferret fondled his cheek. “You shall pay for this indig- nity,” he told her, fuming angrily. “The courts protect men from the tantrums of female tigers. 1 shall get a warrant for assault and bat- tery.” He leered at her evilly. “And what a story that will be for your swell friends. Gettin' dragged to pollce court like a common rowdy. 1 guess that will make ‘em laugh— the high and mighty Miss Sybil Thorne up on an assault and bat- tery charge!” Muttering darkly, he took Lis derby and departed, like a “villain™ me Mrs. stis!" | expostu- | would meet of that JUST KIDS LISTEN o THIS - SARAR - INHABITANTS WAS BEEN WASHED AWAY BY THE SEAD THAT AR\~ 152 she said, |them the end *of A SMALL \SLAND WITH TS on the stage. Then Sybil. appre- hensive of the trouble her temper might cause, hurried in town to re- late the afternoon's developments to her lawyer. Mr. Peterson listened gravely, but she saw thé twinkle in his wise old eyes. “Good girl!” he approved judi- cially when she finished. “It takes an angry woman to handle a musi- cal comedy detective properly. You needn’t worry about any warrant. He wouldn't let anybody know you struck him, for all his cheap talk. He will keep that right under his tin hat—and he) He his head off about the mark on his face. But. after this, refer all rats to me. 1 don't want you talking with them at. all. CHAPTER XXXV Mr. Crandon was always interested in divorces. They furnished proof of his contention that Sex was at the bottom of very nearly everything. Mm-m-m,” he said, and nodded gravely, as Mrs. Thorne |the latest phases of the situation. Sybil,” he continued ominously, s at a particutarly dangerous age. The Reckless Age 1 call it: She has outlived the diftident and bashful perjod of girlhood.” But 8ybil was interrupted Mrs. bashful.” Mr. Crandon silenced her with a polite glan “Girlhood 18 always shy," tormed her. “Jazz and gin, and all that sort of thing” — he raised his cyebrows 1o indicate repugnance of youth's follies— ‘they are nothing but gestures of defiance and inde- pendence. As 1 was saying. your daughter has outlived the shyness of girlhood, and has yet to achieve the prudence and circumspection of middle age. Women of her age are always rash. They see ahead of never diffident,” Thorne, “nor sends them hurtling down the prim- rose path. “Your daughter, very craves the love life that circum- stances have denied her, and is pre- pared to cast aside all the inhibi- tions and repressions imposed by convention. Proof of the strength of her desires lics in her willing- ness to flaunt the tale of her mar- riage in soclety’s decorous face.” M ab 1 am sure” primly, “that not crave a ‘love lif “Unconsciously, unconsciously,” Mr. Crandon as sured her. “Women are alwa torn between the cravings of the primitive cgo and the restrictions him does she corrected my daughter Mrs. Thorne— “Oh, dear. Oh, dear.” Mrs. Thorne drew a black-bor- dered handkerchief from her little black silk bag. and pulled the rib- bon strings together nervously. “I don't know what I'm going to do,” she faltered. “Sybil never was one to listen to her mother. and now with her poor father gone — Thank God, Mr. Crandon, that my dear husband never lived to see his daughter disgracing us all.” Mrs. Thorne wiped her eyes, and her thin little nose. Mr. Crandon waited for a proper nterval to clapse, for the consid- eration of the departed Mr. Thorne and his probable reactions to Sybil's impending divorce. Then clearing his throat, he made a gen- tle suggestion. “If you could only persuade your daughter to be analyzed,” he haz- arded. “Suppose you try, dear lady.” Mrs. Thorne hopelesly. “It wouldn't do any good,” she predicted. “I've hinted at it before this, but 8ybil only laughs.” It annoyed Mr. Chandon to hear of people who luughed at his pow- ers. Shrugging his shoulders, he dismissed Sybil with a wave of his hand, and launched into a tech- nical contemplation of egos in gen- eral, and a Reckless Woman in par- |ticular. 1t always amased Mrs. shook her head hour helped like n book| Presently her was up, and Mr. Crandon {\vsnv THAT TERRIBLE recounted | @ he in- | vouth, and that! likely, | 5. Thorne fidgeted uncomfort- | put upan those cravings by the con- | | ventions of society." Thorne to her him talk so esactly |t ber on with her wrap. That 1\yht at dinner, against her own best judgment, she broached the subject to 8ybil. “Mr. Crandon is s0 anious to meet you, dear,” she said, and tried to sound very casual about it. “He feels sure he could be of great help to you in all your perplexities and —ecr—emotional upsets.” Mrs. Thorne hesitated delicately. “Mr. Crandan?" 8ybil crushed her napkin, and rose indignantly to her feet. “Now, mother, that's rather the last straw! It's not enough that everyone in Boston's talking about me —but my own mother—" Mrs. Thorne flushed. “It's part : course, Sybil.” She defended self lamely. “1 tell Mr. Crandon | everything that disturbs me. Nat- urally I would discuss you with b ) Well, of all the idiocies! Tad, |can't you make mother see what ect fool she's making of her- od or goodness' sake,” she don’t let Crandon in on this. He's utterly unscrupulous, He'll be selling a story about my {#g0 to the papers first thirg we | know. Oh, Val, why did you ever {bring mother to that man?” brother, Mrs. Thorne pushed her roast beef | plaintively away, and began to ery softly Sybil flung from the room, and | upstairs. They heard the door of | her room slam, and then the whole large house seemed strangely quiet, “Go up up, Val” suggested Tad.| { “Mother and 1 will have our coffec {in the drawing-room. See if you {can't persuade Sib to come down. Valerie brushed the top of Mrs. { Thorne's head with her lips. | “Don’t feel badly, Mother Thorne" she consoled. bil s fearfully upset, and she doesn't know what waying.| Just wait till I tell her e're having strawberry shortcake | for deser Valerie ran blithely up stairs, and opened Bybil's door quictly. She lay |across her hed, with her face buried lin the pillows, and the taffeta bed- | spread dragged to the floor. “Sybil." Valerie touched her lightly on the shoulder. “I'm awfully | sorry about Mr. Crandon. Maybe it | was a mistake—taking your mother to him. But, honestly, Sib, T think |he's done more good than harm. He | may be a feaud and all that—1 don't | |know—but he's saved Mother Thorne | from neurosis. | “She was simply pining away, Sy- | bil, and right on the verge of a nervous hreakdown, when Mr. Cran- don began feeding her egos and things. She perked up on inhibi- |tions, and took a fancy to complex- s Now she absolutely eats up pay- cho. though of course she hasn't the vaguest notion of what it’s all about. | But it's been awfully good for her, sib. And I think you ought to give her little fling with poor, decrepit lold Crandon. As for selling a story | |to the pupers—why, Sybil, he| | wouldn't dare.” Sybil raised a ftear-stained face. “Oh, 1 suppose he wouldn't.® she | admitted. ‘It's only that Mother | |drives me simply crazy.” | Valerie laughed. “Your moth [ put up with a lot from you, Sib, |she said. “And I guess it's your turn {now. Things work out that way | sometimes. But, listen, Sybil— | here's the thing I really want to talk to you about . . . put on some | powder, and sit up. . 1 want to | talk about Richard.” Valerie pressed her crimson lips | [ firmly together and all the soft pink | faded from her cheeks, leaving them | white as the frock she wore. “That contemptible cad is holding his affair with me over your head." she said. ‘I know he is. It would be so exactly like him. And 1 had | | rather make a clean breast of the | whole business, than let Richard blackmail you. 1'm going to tell Tad everything. Then we can fell Richard to go to the devil.” 8ybil raiscd herself on one clhow | from the rumpled nest of lace and aficta pillows. s wrathfully to her |tightly. say?” Valerie's face crimsoned. “Oh, he’ll say plenty,” she admit- ted. “But that's my funeral 8ib.” ¢ s Sybil sat up, and swung her feet over the side of the bed. Then, bending impulsively, she put her arms ubout her sister-in-law, and kissed her. It was the first time. Shamefacedly both girls wiped away quick tears, and, because they want- ed to cry, laughed instead. “You're a good egg, Val.” approv- ed Sybil, and cleared her throat be- cause she was profoundly touched. “But lay off confession. A few more fireworks woulda't help things a bit. And Tad sure would pop. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Re- sides, T don't believe Richard really intends to tell.” “Then he has threatened?" inter- rupted Valerie quickly, “Oh, he's threatened all right,” admitted Sybil. “DBut what good would it do him? He'll never tell, Val. He'd be afraid to. Tad would ply murder him." “Hey, girls, come on down. Craig's down here, Sybil.” She powdered her nose hastily. “I haven't seen him." she told alerie, “since 1 started suit. But | of course he's heard about it. I wonder what he'll say.” Downstairs she greeted h'm gaily. “You're just in time, Craigie Come see Teddy before he goes to sleep.” Teddy in his crib bhegged to be taken up. and begged so irresistibly Sybil, smothering him with took him in her arms, and, sitting in a nursery chair, rode a cock horse to Banberry Cross, i °d then, prettily disheveled, tossed him over to Craig. “He's such a handful! Rough him up, Craigie. He loves it." Teddy pulled Craig's hair and his necktie, and laughed until big fat tears ran mirtiffuly down his baby cheeks. And when the excitement tired him, and he fell into fragrant slumber. (raig lifted him back to his little white bed. and tucked him gently in. “You know, S§ib, Dolly, Weston says Teddy looks like me." il Jaughed with heightened color. “Yes, T know. Funny, isn't it?" “It gives me a great Kicl They stood there awkwardly. shoulders fouching as they bent above the sleeping child. Loath to | dismiss a golden opportunity. Em- barrassed to embrace it. Waiting cach for a cue, one from the other. PN “I wish Teddy WAS yours, Craig- | Lots of people do. ie Yo you m-an that, Sybil?" Miserably she nodded. | “If T could only be sure of you!" “Oh, Craig!” “But, my dear, you're such a| will-0'-the-wisp ] “I know, Craigie. T know. But I DO love you. I've missed you fearfully all this year. 1—I NEED | you. I—I'm awfully unhappy.” “But it John Lawrence were alive | you wouldn't need me. You wouldn’t be unhappy then. Oh,.8y- | bil,"—Craig flung out his han “I'm damned if 1 can make H to a girl who's in love with one man, and married to another—By the way 1 think you might have told me you | were getting a divorce.” “I didn't know you'd be ested.” | “You knew very well I'd be inter- i ad’s step on the stairs startled inter- . you two! Mother says she'll port you to the Soclety for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children if | you keep Tedds up any longer.” | Craig’s hand slipped from Sybil's shoulders. “I never tried to make love to u girl in my life,” he com. plained, “that someone didn't butt in. “8h-h, dear.” “Oh, shushed.” He kissed don’t let Tad hear you. | Hell! I'm always getting | | her burnished bob 1 do think, though., you * she said, and raised her cyebrows, “And what would Tad | i \\1'5 TIME FoR SOMEBODY ) KNoW Te Ge T RED might have told me. What do you know about that, Tad?" Here's Bib, | striking out for freedom—and all | know about it is something I heard at the club. Aaybody'd thisk 1 was a rank outsider.” Tad scowled darkly. “The whole thing's a mistake. 8ib ought to have let well enough alone.” Therg'll be a lot of acandal not This modern mania for wash- ing soiled linen in public gets my everlasting goat. What does 8ib want a divorcy for anyhow ?" Craig laughed. “Don‘t ask me. 1 anything about it!" *“Oh, please—PLEASE!" “Sybil threw out her hands be- secchingly. “Tad, DON'T make any more speeches. If you and mother don't | stop nagging me, I'll go crazy.” BShe buried her head on Craig's shoulder. “Anybody’d think to hear you two | talk that I was just DOTING on the thing. Oh, Craig, they all make me sick! You'd think my own family would stick by me—with every hen | in town gossiping. She flung from the room angrily. “You make me tired—both of you!" ow what did I do? " demandedy Craig. And her voice from the foot of the stairs, commanded him petulant. Iy: “Oh, keep still! Come down here before you wake Teddy.” . . s But when he reached the library, she was nowhere about. “Sybil has one of her headaches.” | apologized Valerie. *She’s gone to bed.” He took his leave shortly, and with scant grace, vowing inwardly ! that he had been made a fool of long enough. 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