New Britain Herald Newspaper, November 26, 1928, Page 18

selt out of them, for all of me. I'm | went on. And then she told him all uot his banker!” With her flounces | the things that she had been think- rustiing like leaves in sutumn, sho|ing about him for twenty-six years. turned on her common-sense hecl| She told him that he had ruined and went downstairs to finish her | the life of her daughter, Rosy. She bridge game. [told him thal he had spoiled the “I wish you hadn't asked her for|lives of his three children. And she any money, Mother. 1 have the five | wound up by telling him that he dollars for my board, you know.”|had completely wrecked himself. Emmy said, and Mrs. Milburn took| “But you're not going to spoil my it without a word and hurried down. |life, Charlie Milburn!” she sald. stairs to the long-suffering tailor |bringing the flat of her jeweled from Cedar avenue. | hand down upon the table so that S M 0 et e {he dishes jumped. “You're not go- THE HERALD CLASSIFIED ADS Alphabetically Arranged fer Quick and Heady Referemce LINE RATES for CONSECUTIVE INSKRTIONS Yearly Order Rates Upon Application Charge a3 2 9 DIE IN PLANE CRASHES IN OHIO Aviators Believed Victims of, Season's First Snow (__announcements ) wria) Lo, Monwments » NEW BRITAIN MONUMENTAL WORKS, 123 Ouk 8t Moouments of all sises sud descriptiona Reasonabie. Phome 3633. Florists 3 BOSTON FERNS. Very reasouabie prices. SANDELLI'S GREENHOUSE. 318 Osk §t._Telephone 2181-3 low end Foond [ BLACK PURSE lost with bank book No, 9. If found please return to 107 ‘ranklin_St. Reward. Prepate a8 24 “3 1day . 3 days...1 line i days...} liug 1 line that it always did unless she fought he'll never go back to the Sinclair against it. Company now." She fought against it now. “Let| “What's he going to do _READ THIS FIRST: Over the poverty and discontent in | the little broods a home ~ quiet, yellow house mother's love, which transmutes the dingy home to a palace of love and Leauty. Emmy, the only daughter. is disappointed with her surround- ings, envious of her wealthy r tives, eager to try her wings. gocs te work at her first job. And there a mew man, Wells Harbison. | catera her life, very different from hard-working Robb, who -loves her, but who represents to *her only a moneyless, boring future. Sho decides to get away from dingy Flower street and live her own life i a litfle apartment of her own where she can entertain as she likes. So that Emmy will not leave, Mre Mijlburn decides to give up the little yellow house. and they can go 1o tive at Grandmother Pentland’s big mansion where things will be finer. Mrs. Milburn did not tell the chil- dren that in order to get the chance she had promised to do about all the housework, the servants at the | hig house having left. Emmy takes idictation from Wells, and when the .letters are finished he tells her he ‘wil walk down to the corner with her. 1t is Saturday afternoon, and Emmy goes for a ride in the coun- try In Wells' smart sport roadstes. Whg Emmy reaches home she n-a‘xmm waiting for her. He had just "returned from driving Mrs. Milburn down to the little yellow " house, NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY | CHAPTER XXXVI *“Robb drove me down to Flowes /street,” her mother said, when she opened the door. “Some people have inioved into our house, and they must be Tartars. All my bri wreath bushes—my bushes that I've | Pad for so long— were smashed against the fence! I could have cried when I saw them. And the dirtiest curtains were hanging in the win- | The place 1sn't any more like old home than chalk’'s like She actually had been crying. Her eyes were still pink around the lids, and there was a hint of tears in her gentle voice, “What do you go down there for?" Emmy asked, impatiently. “1 shouldn’t think you'd ever want to see that dump again, now that you're out of it at last - “ghe's homesick.” Robb said, when fie and Emmy were alone Emmy's eyes u’a ned. “For that horrible place? Robh, you're crazy!” Emmy told him. “Besides, really her home. She was born right here in this housc.” He shook his dark head. *The yellow house is home to her all the same, Emmy, just as it's home to me,” he said. It always will be home to me as long as therc’s a sliver of it standing. and T never go past it without wanting to wallk up | the front steps and knock on the door.” His eyes, steady and st Gladiator lamp. There was a end's pause. Then he told her his great news, “Emmy, I'm buying the little yel- tow house,” he saxd. “It's all rettled. Nr. Tello's going to give me five years to pay for i Emmy stared at him. Tehind him, like a fricze on the walls of the sewing room. she scemed to see the woolen mill and Flower street, wita ity wwirl of brown smoke, fts grime, and its poverty. What are you going to do with 1t7% she wanted to know. not: going to live in it, are you?" { He nodded. That was exactly what he was going to do. “Fix it up and Mve in it he said, cheerfully “It's the only place on eurth ever has scemed like home to m-, and T'd rather own it than own the Taj-Mahal. Besides, it's near the mill—" He broke Fusky note, and table fo her. He put his hands on her shoul- Acrs, turning her <o that she had to face him. $he looked np at him, a4 his nearness filled her with the vague, aching tonging and weakness see- came around the this 1a dfast | met Emmy's above the pink-shaded | You're | that | off on a deep | me alone, Robbh.” she said. irritably. His hands tightened on her shoui- | ders. Emmy. everything's so—so sort of footless and empty without | yon." he said quickly and jerkily. *1 want you back—-" She knew that he ask her to marry hin she had his answer m hefore he put words. | “Well, 'm not coming back, so | iust Keep on wishing for me all you | | want to!" Her voice had a ring like | precious metal. I'm not going to be “Sally-in-our-alley’ for anybod Robb Hollis. Yow've known all| along just how T feel about Flower| | street, T've told you nd told vou | |that I'd rather be dead than living | in it, and then, by jinks, you buy | the yellow house and ask me to set- tle down there! You must think 1 don’t know my own mind. But just | let me tell you that 1 do! And I'm | through with Flower strect and [everything that goes with it, for- | ever and over!” “Including me.” said Robb. Yes, including you!" Emmy | wrenched herself away from him | then, and walked around to the oth- | er side of the table, “You don't h Emmy,” Robb s: going to! gain. And | ady for him | his question into | wi to and flush we that, t] you don’t want me to." Without taking his eyes from her, he picked up his cap and turned to go out. “But just keep this in your mind: | if ever you neel me and the house, we're there,” he finished. “We're there—for you.” That was just it. He was 8o o lastly “there,” waiting for her, the thought of him was no lon exciting and thrilling to Emmy. It was only when he was near her that she felt his strong attraction And she missed him because he had been a part of her life for a long time, she told herself. “I'll never need the yellow house. | Robb,” se told him airily, “I may need a ot of things before 1 die, but the yellow house will never be one | of them.” | She heard him go down the stairs; not the kitchen stairs, but the front stairs. He opened the front door and went down the front steps. Then the struggle-buggy be- | zan to pant and cough, | 1t started, just as v began 10 | think it never was going to sta The oddest melancholy swept over her as she listened to the sound of it dying away on the still night air. “I haven't a thing In the world to be blue and sad over” she thought. But she was both sad | and blue, nevertheless, Mrs. Milburn came back into the room. “I declare, 1 don’t helieve Dan ever would wash his head if T didn’t hold him and pour the shampoo soap over his nead,” she said, rol- ing down her sleeves and button- ing them. She sat down beside the | table and drew her mending basket itoward her. Well, Emmy changing, “Perry separat:d at last.” “Left each other for Emmy to believe. Her mother nodded as she filled a darning needle with gray cotton | and picked up a socl “Yes they have, I'm sorry fo sav. Perry came here to tell w this afternoon. They had s rbout som~ dance or other, TLovey told him to gct ont of that house. T tcld him never have gone . He should have home, cyen if it ha rooms in an ntti “Where is he now 2 ask [trying to picture Lovey Pomeranian dogs and her in two rooms in an attic. wn in Flower street—at 1 s, Brainard’s hoar=ding house,” | Mrs. Milburn said. “He had to go | some vlace wh could live next to nothing, he didn’t [ have very Naturally. t she said. her tone | and Lovey have * Tt was hard | had his own wardrobe he hroaus much money. POOR PA BY CLAUDE CALLAN “Qur church hasn’t col- lected as much for charity since they quit publishin’ the of contributions, so » ¢oin’ to hegin pul in' i' vrain.” “Ma says she tl son Jim ought to get ger apartment, he eould |tor a month or two and do all this |some of the pictures that he was | doing months ago—the over his face. “I won't touch you if | over be successful and happy |it. but vou he shonld | fhere in the first | d heen only twa, for | Mrs. Milburn put her head to one side with that quick bird-like move- ment of hers. “Well, I'll tell you what T advised him to do.” she said. “T told him to live down there drawing that he'y been wanting to do for so long. Hg'll never be happy until he tries it, and T have a feeling that he'll make good. I'm he will.” She picked up a magazine that lay beside her on th: table and began to turn its leaves, *“Just look here'" she said, when sne found what she vas looking for. “See these pictures of Chicago buildings? They aren't 1alf so good as some of the thingw that Perry does, are th Emmy did not know. Music was the art that she understood—or half understood—an 1 loved. “Well, they are better—Perry’s drawings—whether you say 8o or no Mrs, Milburn answered for Vier, closing the book. “I've told Perry (hat he ought to finish up dry docks and the art museum and that pic- ture of the High Level Rridge— and take them down to New York to | this magazine. Tt might huy them. and it would start him off on the career he wants. The only one he'll in. I'm sure. A little smile flickered | over her mouth. “If he's successful Lovey will take him back. T tfold him so0.” “Hi Fmm Her mother shrugged her frail little shoulders. “Youw'll see,” she said, snipping off a piece of wool. “You'll see.” CHAPTER XXXVIT The door of the room was flung violently open, and Grandmnther Pentland stood on the threshold. looking more like herself than she had looked In months, “There's o man downstairs to see your heautiful Charlie!” She fairly snapned the words out of her mouth, “He's a tailor from Cedar avenue, down near Flower street somewhare, and he's trying to collect a hill for some clothes that Charlie Tad made fifteen months ago. Fif- teen months ago! Tt's criminal to let a bill stand that long!™ Mrs. Milhuen reddened and then went white. §he had been trying to pay a hill at Pash's grocery, too. and Grandmother had found out about that the dav hefore. Grandmother had no patience with people who couldn't make hoth ends meet. She zlways had had plenty of money to pav her own bills, and she made it perfectiv| clear that she thought anybody who | not do it must he slip-shod, careless. ! and midly eriminal. “T don't know what afls you peo- nle, Tosy!” she said now with in- dlgnation. “The way bill collectore come to this house makes me begin to think you all must be a lot of T don't iike to speak of haven't paid me vour Voard, this weak cither—not all of it. at any rate. It's not losing the money that T mind: it's the prin- ciple of the thing!” She was strong n wrincinle, always Mrs. Milburn got slowly up from her ehair. “T'll have to go down and sec this man, T suppose.” she sald. und Emmy could see that she was trying to pull herself together. “Mother, you couldn’t lend me a | five-dollar hill for him. could you? Charlie will pay you when he gets home, T'm sure. “Well, I'm not sure, if vou are!" | |Grandmother Pentland’s thin, firm | mouth hecame thinner and more | firm. “I shan't lend you a five-cent I picce for him. He gets himself into these messes, and he can get him- do you know?" asked dead-heats. Cleveland, 0., Nov. 26 (UP—Three Count 6 words te & line. {him what he > |ing to disgrace me by staggering up $hat nisht srospect street at ten o'clock Sun- dny morning with a string of fish in our hand! You're not going to have an army of bill collgctors comiing to my house, let me tell you. e | You can right-ahout-face now, and T don’t want you ever to set foot on ny doorstep again, as long as 1 live! Understand 2 Her nostrils quivered and a white lcok came around her pinched lips s her anger mounted. She was In 4 fowering rage Mr. Milburn stood up. Once mora he spread his hands to express the emptiness of everything. “We should never have come here, Charlie,” his wife told him. “You said it was a mistake, and it was. Oh, my dear—" She went to him, |and put her arms around him. She held him close as if she wanted to shicld him from everything that could hurt him or touch him. “We should have stayed where we were happy, shouldn't we? In our own hittle house.” He did not answer he. He pushed her gently away from him, picked up his hat from the floor under his | chair, and put it on at a swagger- ilng angle. Swaving a little, he walk- He did not come heme until ten | o'clock the next morning, when th family were at breakfast in the din ing room, with its silver-white table. cloth, its bubbling percolator, its piled-up fruits, and its air of gloom He made no attempt to explain o justify his absence. He simply breezed in, carrying a string of fish which he handed solemnly and si lently to Finch, the new and unsmil- ing butler. The family could think | what it liked about him—that was | his attitude. In his own mind he| doubtless thought that they would | pleture him as having spent the | uight alone on Lake Erie catching fish. Mrs. Milburn's gaiety was quenched for once. She | broke up her toast, carefully but- tered each piece, then carefully lald each one down again. Her eyes lifted, dropped, then lifted once more and met Emmy's in a look of utter wretchedness. Grandmother, remote as a dow- ager Empress, drank her tea in aw- ful silence. Presently Mr. Milburn laughed. Tt | a strained, shaky sound. Well, Rosy,” he said to his wife. “I lost my job yesterday. T lost my job. Had it twenty-five years, anl now it's gone.” He looked down at his empty plate and spread out his hands to show how empty they were. Everything gone. 1t was Grandmother Pentland who answered him in a voice that sound- ed like the tinkle of ice in a frosted pitcher. “And you've been out cele- brating your misforfune, haven't you?" she asked him. And then: “What are you planning to do, now that you haven't any salary?" Mrs. Milburn’s hand were clench- ed at the edge of the tahle, “Please don't talk to him now, Mother!"” she begged, in a whisper “He's not—quite himsclf.” Tt wua the nearest she had ever admitting the truth about her hus. band. If Grandmother Pentland heard her she gave no sign of it. “I should think you'd come vour senses pretty soon, Cha Milburn!” she rapped onut at “Here you are, facing old age with- out a job! Without anvthing, o as T can see, but a lot of debts! Whe do you think's going fo take care of vou when you haven't any money? If you think I'm going to. you're barking up the wrong tree! canse I'm not! Mr. Milburn turned his bloodshot eyes to his daughter Emmy. wa mmy'll take care of her caddy | in his old age. Won't you, ter?” he asked, thickly. fah! You won't have any old age If you keep on doing what yon are doing!” Grandmother Pentland told him, darkly. Then he looked at her. “And what am T doing. Madame | Pentland ?* he asked. He was very | daugh- dignified. He laid down his fork and | | waited for her answer with a great show of patience and politeness 1t came. | She told him what nobody hefore | had told him about himself. She told sure nobody cver had known about him. “You're drinking vour: grave. That's what you're doing!” she said. delib rately. Her old voice | quavered, but it carried force with it all the same. Mr. Milburn pushed hack his high carved chair. He looked at his chil- dren and his wife, "ou heard what she sald 1o me, Rosy?" he pathetically. “You heard it. drer “Yes, and T've something to say Grandmother Pentland chil- unquenchable | come to| him. | I'| whole hoiled cgg Be- | Af into the " asked | sidewalk, pist the large, high-roofed | houses and wide lawns of Prospect | street. In the dining room the silence was like a pall. Ggrandmother Pentland broke it. se remember one thing, Ro: E said. 1 didn’t ask you to come here. You wanted to come, and | take out. 1 knew it would never Work But 1 let you come anyway, be- sult 1e went upstairs and locked her- self info her sitting room. | “Where will we go now {Dan asked, cheerfully. Flower stroet?” Mrs. Milburn nodded. Her face still ashen, and her blue eyes 1ooked unnaturally hig and bright in |it. “Robb's hought the yellow heuse,” she said. dully. “I suppose an rent it from him. And the “Back to we o | turniture is in storage. We'll take it {out.” Dan grinr | “Gosh, T'll be glad to get back, he waid, popping a into his month. “This place is a regular vault. | don’t dare whistle in it or call up a | {girl on the 'phone—and Emmy can't even open the piano. We have fo | £ncak around to the side door as ir | we were the hired help. | stopped for a moment while Finch | brouzht in a rack of fresh toast. If we'd st hav Ta and joined the | navy.” he added. when the man was | | gone. “T certainly can see now why | Martanna ran away and married | that sap of hers Anything must | nave 100 with Grandmother all her life.” His mother gave him a disapprov- Yow. Dan. that's not anna was perfectly happy id. and then she gave long. deep sigh. “T wonder wher your fathor's gone." Dan snickered “He gone some place where there's something do- ing. You ean bet your last dollar on " said young Dan. The wor:: on. (TO BE CONTINUED) { AUTONOMY GRANTED Shanghai, Nov. 26 (®—The text of a new treaty between China and Norway, which was made public 're today, grants fhe principle of completc autonomy in the matter of national tariffs subject to the !usual most favored nation clauses |Fhe treaty annuls the provisions of previous pacts. JUST KIDS LOOKIT -1 GOT ed out of the house and down the | | don't forget it! T knew it was a mis- | cause of Emmy. And this is the re. | Mother?" | "Ho | 1 here much longer | °1 good to her after living | “1 In modern 1 S | we 14 lines to an inch. Minimum wpace 3 lines Minimum Bouk charge, 38 centa aviators and two pussengers were ! |killed in week-end plane crashes, | | probable victims of bliniing snow | flurries in Ohio's first storm of the season. Edwin H. Basset, a pilot for the | Universal Air Lines of Chicago, Mrs. | Bassctt and Glen R. Butt of Cleve- | land were found dead in the wreck- | age of an eight passenger monn‘i Telephone 925. Ask for six time Herald will not be rewponsible for eriors after the firm inmertion Closing time 12:30 p. 1n. daily; & m. Saturday. GERMAN _POLICE DOG lost, Grayish Lrown. Last seen going toward Willow Rrook park. Reward if returned “w Bro vark .Reward if returned to 79 w RI lost in Main 8t. or near post office. Finder please ecall LOST, brown pocketbook containing sum of money and driver's license on Meri- den-New Britain road. Call Meriden Reward. Personals [ plane near Edgerton, O. The ill fated 'andi.g ended Mr, |and Mrs. Bassettis ~lans to celebrate | their cighth wedding anniversary in Chicago. Boy trappers found the body of Tilden Johnson, a novice pilot, in a | marsh near West Lebanon yester- day. Johnson, an employe of the | Continental Air Lines, was en route {to Cincinnati from Cleveland with 1100 pounds of mail ‘hen his plane | crashed. DIES IN PLANE WHILE - MOTHER AWAITS RIDE William Lang and Two Fricnds A Crash to Their Deaths When Motor Stalls 800 Feet Up, cSekonk, Mass, Nov. 26 (P — While his mother waited for a rromised ride, William, Lang, old owner and pilot of a plane he had purchased two weeks ago, crash- ed to his death here yesterday carry ing two youthful companions with him, The others were Stanley D'Am- bra, 20, and Francis Clancy, 18. All were of Providence, R. 1. The tragedy occurred less than 15 minutes after Lang's plane had taken off from What Cheer field at Pawtucket, R. I. Earlier in the day he had taken his father aloft and it was while the latter had gone home to accompany Mrs. Lang to the the field that young Lang decided to give his friends a short ride. Edward L. Cole, 17, of Pawtucket, the only’ known witness of the ac- | cident, said that the plane was at an | apparent altitude of 300 feet when suddenly the motor stopped and the Burned (o Death | Lawrence H. Garrison, a veteran | pilot for the Natio al Air Transport | company, was found burnéd almost beyond recognition near Bristolville, | 0., after fire enviloped his plane. He | was en route to Cleveland from | Bellefonte, Pa. | Garrison’s mail found. It was bel loverboard when his plane became | unmanageable in the storm. John- son's mail, however, was found in- tact. Johnson, who cai > was mot ed he threw it had nearly 2,000 flying hours to his credit, learned aviation at St. Louis where he was |a student of Colonel Charles Lind- |bergh. He had ben carrying the mail for the Continental Line about three months. Garrison had flown approximately L000 miles. The severity of the storm forced most air mail planes to remain in | “ hi shed to the ; their hangars yesterday. g SIEToUNg, Chicagafl' iliations ; Of Rothstein Probed| , For Game With Army, 3 4 o San Francisco, Nov. 26 (®—Hav- | ago, Nov. 26 (P—The Chi-|jng injshed their coast conference | affiliations of Arnold Roth-1 . gon with a final flourish that saw | |steln, slain New York gambler, were oy play California’s Bears to a | [under scrutiny today following the [ 1315 Ha¥s, (irgay Stanford's Car. | seizure of narcotics valued at $llv\l.-‘d"“”s g b i York] b0t thosarncsbiol 12 1igh: _ {today for their inter-sectional battle | | A raid on the flat of Weslie Tewis | G (0 S ¢ turday, | {disclosed the narcotics. Although | ™ oy "eivne players, accompan- | Lewis denied conncctions ~ With o4 1y Head Coach Glenn Warner | Rothstein, it was the belief of W. D. | «nd two assistants, boarded ‘"',} Allen, chicf of the Chicago nar- gy nrord Special early yesterday. A | cotics bureau, that the shipment had | g 200 B0 0 o was on the | come from Neyw York. |same train. Charles Smalling, regu- | | Federal agents (last week seized) e packfield man, was left behind, v trunkload of “depe’ WhICh| (o of an attack of influenza. cen traced, they said, from | “ppe gtanford team completed the | ew York syndicate whose members | o5 rorence schedule with four vie- | | were reputedly allied with Rothstein. \wrins, oneldefealiond ona tit: | Officials of the narcotic bureau be- licved the sh t found yesterday | came trom the same sourcer - (New Haven Club to Get | Eastern League Pennant | The amount scized here, | pointed out, would cost at least $75,-1 New Haven, Nov. 26 (UP) — The | 000 e Xork, 1928 Kastern league baseball cham- pionship will be formally awarded the New Haven Profs tonight at a | banguet and league business meet- ing here. Ernie L who bought Chi; | cago Lynn Blast Vietims | Reach Total of 20 { 5 » 26 (R—With the week-end of John [James Coleman, an employe of the Preble Box Toe Compuny, the toll of victims from the explosion which | destroyed the company’s factory lire ovember § reached | Bl the nin |vietim to di | Blaney, whose house adjoined (he | ctory, lost his wife and four of his | cight children in the blast and en- | | suing fire. | Chureh collections various churches i benefit of the four survivin [ ckildren amounted to $3.000, dgraf of Allentown, Pa., | the franchise of the pected to attend the meeting for the first time as a club-owner. BROWN VS, COLGATE Previdence, R, T, Nov. 26 (UP)— Brown will begin today its final cam- iign of the scason to gr ape for Thursday’s holiday game with Colgate. For three years, this annual en- counter has ended in a deadlock, but | the Liruin, having scorved seven v tories in cight starts, expects to d Colgzate this season. Link Fogarty. 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