New Britain Herald Newspaper, November 6, 1928, Page 18

“Emmy! Who was that man who br ought you home?” READ THIS FIRST: Over the poverty and discontent in the little yellow house broods u mother's love, which transmutes the dingy home to a palace of love and - beauty. Emmy, the only daughter, Is disagpointed with her surroundings, envious of her wealthy relatives, eager to leave. There is quiet, hard- working Robb, who loves her, but who represents to her only a money- less, boring future. She decides to get away from dingy Flower strect and live her own life, in a little apartment of her own, where &he can entertain as she likes. Mrs. Mil- burn, after a talk with her husband, decides to ask Uncle Bill Parks, who owns the house, if he will give it to them, since they have paid rent for 25 years. Uncle Bill says to wait un- til he feels good enough to get down town to his office. He will then de-| cide. Mrs. Milburn discovers her husband has taken Dan, the son, about 14 years old to a pool room. Emmy decides to give a luncheon for mome girl friends at the little yellow house. Her father promised to pay | for an extra woman to serve, but he did not come home all night. Charlie Milburn had been drinking, and came home during the girls' party, much to the embarrassment of Em- my and her cousin, Marianna. Emmy and Marfanna go skating at the - Elysium. Emmy falls down and a good looking man picks her up. ‘When she is leaving, Emmy finds him waiting for her outside. (NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY) CHAPTER XVII “Let. me take you hcme.” It was the voice of the man who leoked like Robb, once more. ‘He had come out of the building behind her and was standing close to her. He had on a gray Lat now, . and .3 raccoon driving coat. For an instant Emmy hesitated. 1l right,” she said. ‘Why not? What harm could there " Pe'in driving home at dusk with a | ‘’man to whom you had been talking Sor halt an hour? And besides, it was adventure in a way to do ft. ::Emmy thrilled to adventure. His car was low and dark green and open. It went like the wind down between the buildings of Eu- clid avenue. “I don’t cven know whether I'm taking you in the right direction,” “"he said suddenly, when they had gone west a good mile without a word. He laughed. “Am 17" Emmy .nodded. “Flower street— it's off Cedar avenue.” All the windows of the woollen mill were alight when they turncd POOR PA BY CLAUDE CALLAN “May's been sorter blue ever since her youngest daughter married. Just when she was gettin’ to be an expert match maker she run out of daughters ™ (Copyright 1925 tuniisneo Syndicate) I WONDERFUL APARTMENT SITE WEST MAIN ST. |the corner. and Emmy groaned in- wardly. The street did not look half 50 poverty-stricken when the mill was in darknes: a like to you again,” | unknown man said, when the car slid to a stop before the little yel- low Touse. | Emmy shook her head. This ad- venture was at an end. | Please let me—please. And tell me your name. I don’t even know | your name,’ he said, holding the door of the car so that she could not open it. Emmy's instinet told her to be cold and dignified. But wasn't it rather | lly to be cold and dignified to a| man who knocked you down | upon the ice an hour before? who | had saved you from a three-mile ! walk home from Wade Park and | the skating rink? | | So she laughed instead. “Oh, ves, | that's a habit of mine—telling | strangers my name! What's yours?" | He thought for a moment. “Jim | Spaulding.” “Well, thank you ever so much, | Mr. Spaulding for bringing me | | home. Good night." | He saw that she meant business | | this time. He sprang out and opened | the door of the car for her. From the top of the front steps. Emmy watched his car go down the street. The tail light whisked around | the corner. Then she saw a figure coming along through the twiligh’ that lay in a dark purple ‘stain on the snow. . Robb, on his way heme from the mill. She wondered if he had seen her come driving up lin the long green roadster. She hoped that he had. It would give {him something to think about. She went into the little house. Mrs. Milburn was watching for her |from behind the crisp curtains in the bay window. “Emmy!” She spoke coming into the little where Emmy was wraps. my, !brought you up to now?" Emmy gave a start. “Jim Spauld- Nz She blurted out the name. “And who is Jim Spaulding? Y never heard of him—never heard | |you speak of him.” | Emmy cleared her throat. “I met | him this afternoon when I wes out | |at the rink with Marianna.” Not | quite the truth; not guite a false- hood! She started up the stai But at the turn of the landing her {mother’s voice stopped her, coming the sharply, | dark hall | taking off her | who was that the door just | NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, TUESDAY, NOVEMBER. 6, 1923, my, sometimes when you're out of the house. I've been on pins and needles for the last hour wondering it you were all right.” “You knew I was-at the rink with Marianna! knew 1 was all right!” Emmy was exasperated. 00d heavens, Mother, I'm almost 19 y old. If I'm ever going to be able to take care of myself. I'm cer- tainly old enough to do it now!"” “Yes, I know. But 1 was worried anyhow. Something came over me —" She tried to put into words that uncanny second sight that came to her sometimes when her children were out of her sight. “T suppose I'm foolish,” her soft, unhurried voice went on. “I you're almost a woman, Emmy. And the boys are almost men—Perry is a man. But I never get over the feeling that I've still got to take care’ of you.” She laughed and went on: “I'm like the hen in the story, I guess, 1Zmmy. The hen that hatched ducklings, you remember? And ow worried she was when her babies swam away from her on the mill pond? I'm like her, I suppose. 1 watch you swim away from me, and all I can do is stand on the bank and cluck—" She stopped and struck a match to light the hall gas jet. “I &till don't understand how you happened to come home with a man 1 never heard of, when you started | and went around saying ‘prunes and hes, tin of talcum, shaving !y out with Marianna,” she said, sounds all mixed up to me.” Emmy pretended that she did not hear. She went on up the stairs to “It | her own room. She was curiously excited by her jadventure with the man named Jim Spaulding. Now that it was over she was more excited by it than she had been when she was with him. And yet far down in her heart she knew that she should not have spoken to him or let him bring her home. Late that night she could see his face clear] pictured on the dark ceiling of her room as she lay try- ing to go to sleep. She remembered his voice and the way his eyes crinkled up at the corners. She re- membered the way his hands had felt on her hands—hard and firm and strong. He smiled at her, out of her mem- ory, and his smile, was like Robb's JUST KIDS from th ows below. “I got so worried about you, Em- AUNT HET BY ROBERT QUILI se folks th rop re- marks about v i silk pajamas is the very ones that slept in their under- clothes until they was arown.” (Copyright . COMMERCIAL COMPANY INSURANCE REAL ESTATE Commercial Trust Company Building Tel. 6000 know | Y e e e — smile—a quick, friendly smile, that tilted up only one corner of his mouth. Sie remembered all the things about him that had reminded her of Robb, without realizing that those were the only things about him that attracted her. And when she woke in the morn- ing to a Thanksgiving day of snow and sunshine she found herself thinking of. him again. “What's the matter with me?2” she wondered. ‘I can’t get him off my mind, it seems. What's happened to me?" What had happened to her was a thing that happens to many a girl. She had fallen in fove with Robb and had deliberately put him out of her life. But she could not put him out of her heart. and so she ha become infatuated with the first man who came along and happened to look the least bit like him. It was very simple. But it was not at all simple or clear to Emmy. She made up her mind that she must be a very fickle person. “Wild ahout she said to herself, bath in the chilly little hathroom “nd thrilled to pieces now about this Jim Spaulding man! If I'm go- ing to be like this, it's a good thinz 1 didn't get myself engaged to Robb. all right!” She found hersclf wishing that sho had told Ji aulding he conll sce her n if he really wanted to. She wished she had told lim her name. What was the use of being so prim and proper, anyway” With all the blindness of inno- conce, Emmy could see no use at all in it. Nobody was prim and proper any more, . . . The girls at the mont School of Business made cyes at the young men who were students there. At least most of them did, and there quite a bit of flirting | went on in the big bright classroom high above Euclid avenue. So far !Emmy had held herself calmly !aloof from all this. | Marianna's crowd certainly {not the pink of propriety, either | Emmy went on thinking as. she | brushed her har and twisted it into | a flat gleaming coil at the nape of | her slim neck. They all smoked and ted and, it what Marianna said true, they took and gave care- less kisses, and thought very little about it. Theirs was & free-and- | easy, light-hearted code. Robb last month, taking an icy was toilet glass hung an article tlat Mrs. Milburn had clipped from 2 magazine and tacked there fully a year before. It was a little sermon women and its title was “The Bloom on the Peach. Emmy knew the opening paragraph by heart, “In these ncew times of ours when Sweet Sixteen goes with her skirts knee-high, her face thick with paint, and the brassiest of slang phrases upon her young lip: we seem to have been swept away from the ol ideal of modesty in womanhood—" Emmy gave it a Thalf-amus half-scornful glance now frem her gray eyes, put out a hand, and torc it from the wall. “I wonder who wrote that thing she said to herself. “Somebody as old-fashioned as Mother, I'll bet! 1t a girl wore long skirts these days to young prisms’ somebody would catch her and-put her in a museum She tore the offending paper into Lits and stopped at Perry's room on her way downstairs to toss them into his waste basket. Perry was a solitary sort of crea- ture, and he often got up early in the morning to go for long. lonely walks—especially on Sundays and holidays. And so it did not strik Emmy as peculiar that his was empty, although it half-past seven. But just as she was going out of the door, she saw that his bed hal not been slept in. The counterpan lay smooth and white as a drift of virgin snow, and some pajamas were neatly folded across the foot where Mrs. Milburn doubtless had them the night before. Emmy's eyes flew to his Nothing seemed to be m it. Brus room was only laid dresser. sing from mirror were all there. 80 were his few plain dark ties. . . . Perry was not given to personal adornment as his father was. Through the door of the tiny clothes closet Emmy could sce his old gray suit upon its hanger. Perry possessed only two suits, and he had been wearing his new blue one every day since he had met Lovey Sin- clair. All of his socks and linen seemed to be in his dresser drawers, too, when Emmy pulled them out and looked into them. “But where's Perry?” Emmy ask- ¢ herself, going slowly down the white-painted stairs. In the neat warm Kitchen Mrs. Milburn was putting three little pumpkin pies into a basket for the three McMyler children who stood |in a row watching her. They were small, neglected things, and IMrs. Milburn never did a baking without n ing them cookie-boys or cur- ranty cakes. The smallest of the three—Joany, aged six—was @solemnly reciting a Thanksgiving poem that she had learned at school: “Over the river and through ihe wood, Now Grandmother's cap I spy. Hurrah for the fun! 1s the pudding done? Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!* Emmy waited until the poem was finished. Then she spoke sharply to her mother: “Whatever ails the men in this family? Now it's Perry that hasn't been home all nigh! The minute the words were off her lips she wisned she had not suid them in that short, sharp way. For Mrs. Milburn’s face hlanched and her blue eyes darkened with fear and pain. Perry was her main- stay as well as her firat-born and her hest-loved of all the children, and Emmy knew it. As they stood there, facing each other in shocked puzzlement, there came a loud pounding upon the front door. The doorbell was out of order as usual, and as usual there was a little sign above it that said: “Please Knock, Bell Does Not Ring." (TO BE.CONTINUED) * City Items Notices of marriage licenses were filed at the city clerk's office by the following: Grace M. Atkinson, teacher of €9 Church street and Russell D. Knex, accountant of Springfield, Mass.; Lucy Koldorfer of 205 Curtis str ot and Frank Holtzman, factory employe, of 267 Glen street. Laurel Court Sewing Socicty ‘will meet Wednesday from 10 to 4:30 o'clock at the home of Mrs. Stephen Sautter, 114 Maple street. New RBritain Assembl the Rainbow for Girls regular meeting tonight Order of 1 hold a at 7:30 o'clock at Masonic hall. 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