New Britain Herald Newspaper, January 15, 1929, Page 8

THIS HAS HAPPENED Ashtoreth Ashe, sitting on deck with her fiance, the rich and fa- mous Hollis Hart, receives a wire- less from Monty English, her boy friend from Boston. Ashtoreth has just gotten her- self engaged to Hollis, who is, without doubt, the most eligible bachelor in America. Before they met at Dominica (a little island in the West Indies) Ashtoreth had worked for Mr. Hart in his 13os- ton office. Taking pounding a typewriter. A rather humble, but excecdingly beautiful young stenographer, She was eruising Indies, following a severe illness, when, quite by accident, she met Mr. Hart again. From that mo- ment, Ashtoreth made the most of her opportunities. Hollis made love, and thrilled her to death. But it took a regular hur- ricane to make him actually pro- pose. For a whole day, and half a night, they were alone in a little house on the mountain, while the gtorm raged and howled. They are on their way home now. and planning to be married in Dos- ton. Sometimes Ashtoreth thinks of Sadic Morton, a friend of her child- %ood, who tried to blackmail Mr. Hart, and did, actually, succeed in sepcrating him from $11,000. She thinks, too, of Maizie, her dear, common-place mother. And of Mon- ty English, who used to be her aweetheart. But Ashtoreth can usually dis- miss unpleasant memories. She 15 planning her honcymoon with Iiol- lis, when a cabin boy delivers a wirelass. NOW GO ON WITH THF CHAPTER XXXIV 1t was a message from English WAITING AT THE DOCK UNLESS YOU RADIO NO BRIMMING WITH LOVE AND DEVOTION She handed it to Hollis. “Monty English 1s an old friend of mine,” she explained. “He's a darling boy, and I know yvou'd like him. But 1 don't think we want him waiting at the dock, do we, Holly?" Hollis was very reasonable about through the TORY Monty dictation, and | “Probably you'd like to see him,” | k he hazarded. “You mustn't think I'm a jealous old wretch, Orchid Is he a particular friend, dear?” | I | She hesitated. And remembered | | how Monty had kissed her before he | went away, and all the things he said. And the flowers he sent the boat when she sailed, with the | p; little note buried in their blossoms. |1 “Why, yes” she d honestly. s a “He is a very particular That is, he used to be rather in love with me, So probably it would | be just as well if us. |a Just b quiesced. | “But I can't just tell him | she reasoned. “That would be a fully mean.” | Hollis agreed that the mattey | called for some explanation. “Buat it costs so much!" nioaned. “If I'm nice and and save poor Monty's feelings, will cost about $5 | “Well, a Ito he worth Hollis. Ashtoreth flushed. you don't understand! He put his hand quickly pocket. | | “Please,” he said “let me pay for | D Monty's wireless. That's the least can do. Go in the writing-room, | dear, and get a message ready. T kim whatever you choose, and don't you dare to save any money on it.” | as you wish,” Hollis ac- 8 she | it | a that much,” smiled “oh, in his | h | st l | Ashtoreth looked perplexed. | “I don't like to tell him about she admitted. *“or that I'm Because I think mother {ought to know first. Besides, it ‘\\ouh‘l scem rather wretched, an- nouncing it like that.” | “It might be a mistake,” agreed | Hollis. “Even confidential mes- | sages have a way of becoming pub- | lic property. I shouldn’t mention | my name, if T were you. We don’t | want to be met down the harbor| by a lot of reporters and photog- raphers.” Ashtoreth looked startled. “I Keep forgetting,” she declared. |t | “what a famous man you are. Why, T suppose it's going to be like Gene |1 Tunney’s engagement! You know | they say, Holly, you're the lc!lgible bachelor in Amvrlm.? you engazed it o n hat Monty friena. | he didn't meet | Tunn besides. tacttul, | tabloids will friend’s feelings ought | they’ll smear as pa i Holly, | be like that. ging, scheming stenog white lie, | until after we're married.” “You don't care, “I think it's and the tremendous would surely feel. | Monty. Ashtoreth had acqui reth,” and felt a little guilty as she | most | read the message over. e———————————————————————————————————————————————————————— and by,” she rcasoned. *“And the She clutched his arm in terror. [most important thing now is to They won't chase me around like | keep Monty out of the way. There'll ‘olly Lauder, will they?” be time enough later for explanr- “I'm afrai he admitted, “that |tions. 1 simply can’t afford to take » a little excitement. [a chance of letting people know of course — the news about things. Heavens, I'd be on the [mobbed like that Washington girl vivate affairs of individuals. But |who married the man from India! don't know what we can do | It's just dreadful, the way the news- bout it." | papers chase people!” “You're lots more famous than| Hollis apparently shared her \e Tunney!” she moaned. dread of publicity. When they ‘O, he protested. “Mr. |reached New York, they went to v a world champion, and different hotels. Ashtoreth took a unique one, at that. An erudite train for Boston. And Hollis flew oxcr. And a handsome Hercules, |over by air mail. A self-made man marrying | “I'll go to see you immediately,” nd crashing the | he promised. DBut Ashtoreth thought she had Letter prepare Malzie for the in- itial meeting. “No,” she instructed him. “Let A me telephone you at the club, and have their fun with | make an appointment. I'll see you s, 1 suppose. You'll be Beauty, |the very minute I can. But I can't nd T'll be the Beast. I've no doubt | te]] who may be at the flat, or over their front | whether or not we'd have a mo- | ment's privacy. Besides, I want to break the news to mother.” “Will she be upset?” he asked. “Not when she knows how happy 1 am.” She leaned, and kissed him swifW; in the taxi that was bear- ing them uptown. *“Are you happy, Holly? Her eyes were gleaming like stars, and her skin was pale, and soft as the petals of the pure white orchids she wore. He thought he had never before seen a woman she asked. |so beautiful and so altogether de- we keep it a sirable. Il never be quite happy,” he whispered, “until you've married | me. I shan't dare be sure of you | until then, Orchid.” They drove for an hour through Central Park, and he held her in his arms, and kissed her as though he could never let her ®o. They 666 is a Prescription for :Colds, Grippe, Flu, Dengue. Bilious Fever and Malaria. It is the most speedy remedy known. folly!"” ates of the elite. you're a millionaire,” ‘and I'm a poor little s he admitted ruefully, “the | she | ste- | Oh, no” she protested, “it won't 'l be the gold-dig- | who trailed and did her T er millionaire boss, tuff under a tropical moon. e Cinderella, turned vamp.” » laughed at her “misgivings. “Then we woa't tell anyone,” he | roposed. “Send your Monty a kind, | And we won't tell anybody | it “You don’t mir core “As a matter of fact” he said, | a very good idea.” . He was thinking of his aunts, concern they Ashtoreth brea.hed a sigh of re- | ef. Tl be discreet,” she promised, ' as can he.” | Then she went into the writing- oom, and scribbled a wircless to It cost Holhs §34, and it cither of e them wonder where 4 that much noney. She signed it “Love, Ashto- ever occurred to would “But 1'lIl explain everything by S = A Bit Of History In Terms Of 13 175 years ago the New Britain Society was formed, founding the City of New Britain proper. . New Britain is therefore 13 times as old as The Commercial Trust Com- pany. Butin 13 short years “The Anvil Bank” has made up for its compara- tive youth. Almost overnight a com- plete bank with 16 different services has grown up here in New Britain. In contrast with the city’s age, consider the achievements of this vigorous young bank when next you nced financial service of any kind. s s 0 Build And Help ) e | YOUR NEW BRITAIN As a local resident you are one of 80,000 “stockholders” in the civic enterprise known as the City of New Britain. Be loyal to it. Patronize its merchants and industries. lunched at the Ritz. And, after- ward, Ashtoreth took an afternoon train for Boston. Hollis would leave later by plane. Ashtoreth had telephoned her mother from New York, and Mai- zie was at the South Station to meet her. Ashtoreth,saw her first, waiting outside the gates. The hap- plest woman in sight. 8he was wearing her best clothes — the pur- ple velvet ensemble. A little shabby now, and pulling at the seams. Her face was flushed, and wreathed in a broad smile. Ashtoreth, trailing a porter and wearing orchids, came down the platform like Queen Miarie of Ru- mania, with her head high and a sort of regal way about her. Maizie's heart beat throbbingly. Foolish tears flowed down her powdered cheeks. Arld, because she could not stop them, Ashtoreth came toward her through a sort of mist, like a vision of loveliness. Public exhibitions of affection are very vulgar—Ashtoreth always sald so. But Maizie couldn’t help it. She threw her arms about her daughter, and cried with joy and pride, kissing her loudly. And Ashtoreth did not mind. 8he cried a litty: herself, surprisingly. And folded her shabby mother in her slim, cool arms. Then she told the porter to call a taxi. When they reached the street, she gave him a dollar (Hollis had slipped any number of | bills in her bag) And, settling her- self in the cab, kissed her mother all over again. There was something about Ashtoreth that made Maizie believe in the goodness of God. To be sure, God had taken Joe away. And had | sent poverty, and any number of other things, besides. But—above all — God had given a beautiful daughter to Maizie. And for that especial blessing, she thanked him each night on her knees, that were getting stiff and a bit rheumatic. “Oh, Lamb!”. she cried. “It's grand, having you home again!" “Did you miss me, mother?” “Jt was like having the light go out of my life." Maizie threw a plump arm about Ashtoreth's shoulder, and drew her close in a convulsive hug. “Mother never knew how much she loved her baby,” she declared solemnly. “How did the work go, mother?” “Lovely, dear. Just lovely. But my lady got feeling better last week, and 8o she let me go I was just as glad. I got the flat all fixed up nice and clean, and did some cooking. Brownies, Ashtoreth! And an apple ple. And we're going to have chocolate pudding with whipped cream for dessert.”; “Mmm! You're so good to me, Mumsie.” Ashtoreth pressed grate- |tully against her mother. *“And now, darling, I'm going to begin {doing the nicest things for you." Maizie smiled beautifically. *“You're always doing nice things for me, honey. . . . Did you have a beautiful time, baby lamb?" *Oh, beautiful, mother! I don't know how to begin telling ‘you. You'll be s0 surprised!” “Speaking of surprises—" Maizie fumlded in her velvet bag. “I had a wire just as I was leaving from Monty. What do you think that boy's doing? You'd never guess. He'a flying to Boston, to sce you, Ashtoreth! In a flying' ' machine, from New York. I never was so | flabbergasted! You could of just about knocked me over with a| feather, when the Western Union bhoy came up to the flat. 1 was in the hall, and—" “Mother!” Ashtoreth clutched the yellow envelope. “Not tonight? | Let me see!” She read it helplessly: “ARRIV- ING BY PLANE MUST SEE ASHTORETH IMMEDIATELY MONTY ENGLISH.” Maizie was peering over shoulder. “I guess he means tonight all iright, dearie,” she said. “Ain't you glad? T should think you'd be real glad to see Monty—a nice boy llke her him, Ashtoreth.” “Well, I'm not!” 3 Ashtoreth drew away petulantly. “I sent him a wireless from the boat, telling him not to meet me. I should think he'd know enough to leave me alone, after that.” “But, Ashtoreth — honey—why you got to be so mean to Monty?" “Oh, mother! stand!"” Ashtoreth twisted her fingers nervously. She wondered about air- plane service. Hollis had said some- thing about trying to get over on the air mail. 8he wondered if there would be room for two passengers. If, rarhaps, he and Monty were fly- ing together. What a hateful coinci- dence that would be! “J thought you'd be so pleased,” Maizie was saying. ‘“I've got an- other little surprise—and I was You don't under- |ang: sort of counting on Monty's coming to take the curvq off this other sur- prise. I'm af: you won't be much pleased, 'Ashtoreth, but I didn’t know waat I could do. It what is 1t? Ashtoreth's voke was sharp and ry. “Well.” Maizie tried to bluster a little, defiantly. “Sadle's staying with us for a while. Poor girl — she didn’t have ne place to go.” “8adle! Oh, my God!" (TO BE CONTINUED) Sadie is always pad news. Worse and more of it, in the next chapter. ‘The irrigable are: in 1927 of the projects built by the government was 1,950,910 acres, an increase of 112,360 over that of 1926. 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