New Britain Herald Newspaper, July 10, 1929, Page 16

WIVE _ SERVICE . INC. VAL 1929 & N - tis scol was relivin precious drawn her her shoulde emba ment, n Curtis’ TH John lawyer. beautiful suspect that Nan tery is in love ing a fine sense o resign but postn becauss she particalar nee fense of a Crawiord, in ment. On th Morgan's litt 1y places in N parently take handbag reveals plans over. ( ately HAS HAPPE tis Morgan NED minute close, that Morgan had out ening that amazing n hurled room. Wh thinking? not listening Curtis complained, but his was dragging Wwith drowsi- ‘Can I go to the hospital to Little Pat? «An take Cop? Can 1, Nana? Can I i Nan promised rashly. his hand was drag- 1y, she knelt down aind laid her hot his pale cheek until supposed again, h to and | John Curtis Morgan, she had never sunk to before. G heard the what cemed conversation had no inclination at all found Willis and ange- | overwrought | gan not broken- that, he should Curtis, in Morgan Nan stays izes the houseke father and son hoard he ca fo child her ping on ciga to the ot was s v comforting girl, 'f honey he all tly heside Wil- climbed in- as n | Wil | Oh 5 what fool T've t an nped | 1 be- | and comfor i loves b T other. gratitude he does n him. When Na short trip to t took bar examin: with the terrible Curt has been in ar (NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY) CHAPTER XXV weart stood still. Her ith Will Morg illis chal- “Oh, you 4 you myself, ed gruffly. “Just | I wanted you | in love with me as| It happens always | Morgan | ‘—you | “ho, | —if you And I've weakened | Willis, e me Nan sobbed Why didn't I said I'd m often W Todd answ po rry re news s * accident neve Nan's black me now. what or that privileged the person about ro- too ts are me there y me —drive “So youn grim Tigh what hat in- | senti- seems I O'Brien with the po mor t sticks, 80 th the street dashed dog. L. Cu aft to take when corner too to co Oh gickly It tle Pat amply tis out Jven ces, [ me to b At- tween t that th ithe old man honored the younger |yo: with a visit to his offices, and some- ur lawtul, wedded wife Nan Carroll did not look at the vator carried them from the third to the street floor of the City Hall. | vi | enough. | rumbled |news to be upsetting, for he con- As the car descended, Nan drew on her new brown French kid gloves, the fingers of her right hand man who stood tall, stiff and straight by her side. In an ef- how Nan received the impression, after a quick glance at her em- ployer's face, that this was not a|fort to realize the unbelievable— ¢ at all, but a professional con- |that she was actually being mar- |trembling violently as they ltation. And yet—there was no|ried to John Curtis Morgan—the |smoothed the leather over the third ase in Morgan's office at the time |girl concentrated all her attention |finger of her left hand, which was that seemed to call for Judge Jen-|upon Justice of the Peace Doheny.|now loosely encircled by a narrow nifer's well-seasoned advice. In|What a round, red, jolly face he band of dull gold. ct, the old man, grown weary of [ had, though he was trying his best| yyhen Morgan, in arranging de- criminal law, had been devoting |to look as solemn as the occasion |iajls of the marriage the day be- himself almost exclusively for sev-|demanded. | fore, had nervously brought up the years to the less objectionable | «ls he going to say. ‘No. no!|subject of the wedding ring, Nan of divorce suits. It's all a mistake! T've already [had settléd the question swiftly: “It he conference—if such it was—|got a wife, from whom no court | you don’t mind I'l wear my moth- sted until almost noon. Oddly|in the land can divorce me! I ers I know she would be glad. Morgan did not accom- | promised to love and cherish her|What she had really meant was, “I pany his old friend to the door, did |until death do us part. I can't|know you'll be glad, you poor dar- not. in fact, emerge from his pri- |make the same promise to an-|ling, not to have to go through the \ate office. Judge Jennifer came |other woman'—?" The thought agony of purchasing another, re- out 2 and stopped before Nan's | zigzagged like lightning through |membering all the time vour pride desk. |Nan Carroll's mind as smd h;l«: gnd joy ‘\?en !)'on bought a wed- ool ial = - " | her breath for the few seconds that |ding ring for Iris.” M ‘:‘”\h ;,Z;,{d{:“h:]‘_\',m,;”,m seemed like an eternity before the | Tris—always Iris! 3 : John tells me you're going|answer came, in deep, vibrating 'a;::‘_vl:iirh?:;;‘ifiiazg;_fl;y“:;5 jeneliint HeRn YRt O o | ghost of the woman whom Nan still ;.-1':\',{‘[ ";n'v:l: ;oy.l;mazrm:fm_\"';i | Was the answer more emphatic | thought of as John Curtis Morgan's ce're proud of you. but— and | because he had hesitated those few |wife? If only he would say some- LR A L ! ceconds? But the justice of the | thing, anything! Of course this he lowered the rumble to A Busty. | Mace was going on, his merry blue |was no the -time or place for him BlnRelvaR R Enlllcanc DU s e whichg?nugm not look solemn, [to draw her into his arms and itake anold man s aduise Ao e o ipon the pale-faced, | murmur, “My wife!" That, please these airty criminal cases to the( BUUTCE Nitle sirl whose head |God, wowd come ater, But— L 2 A (1h nuttel renohithe shoulder of | “A fine day” John Curtis Mor- to meddle with the law, but—Ileave | the man she was marrying. 8 ‘K:fl fo:)sflr\ed rmxhpavn”p ey e " | this man— | S =2 el W voung faw-| Nan appeared fo be listening in- |shine. He took her arm, h‘lll_‘gge(h:( ver for a husband, Judge Jennifer, | tently, but a roar as of rushmg{ulose M,’atl]nst his & o and maybe Tl take your advice,” | watersfilled her ears. Her brown |scended the long flight irty G 5 | eyes, fixed in a trance-like stare|white marble steps. “I hope. Nan Nan retorted flippantly, but she |eyes, fixed n bl S oo had an uneasy susplcion that Judge |upon Justice Doheny's face, be-|dear, that this floo chletne e Jennifer knew exactly what her hot|came aware at last that the hu-|a good Ehd for—the vytur[ . blush meant {morously puckered old lips were | He said h:' future, s S “That's a bargain—remember,” |0 longer speaking, that the justice |future.” But Nan lifted her hea the old lawyer chuckled from the Of the peace, with cocked head and | gallantly. smiled up at him bril-| doorway. [quizzically raised eyebrows, was |liantly, through a sudden mist of | |awaiting her answer. She felt a\;oarls grsdnflusnch kn:w SI\et;‘\:ts ight movement of the man who | hurt. adn’t she known that, 00d so close beside her. Suddenly | things béing as they were, every| alization swept over her. day, almost every hour must bring Yes, I dol" she gasped. and |its hurts? And hadn't she elected surprised that the words|to be hurt rather than not have him ged from her cold, stiff lips as |at all? le more than a tremulous \'\h\swi “Thank you er. she began 2 A corner of the broad mouth Above fthe rushing of mighty |twitched and drew down in the waters the girl heard the faint, far- | quizzical smile she loved and away \fon(rflhnf vl:; gomxf;l old e ‘;::c(}::lwrg;nfl a::un:a;:::\g“drra:t[:‘! ce of the ce; in right | et o : 7" gan’ nonsense,” he told her with Because she still staring | mock severity, while the fond light fixedly at the justice, Nan's right |deepened and glowed in his black hand wavered blindl until it | eyes. was enfolded, almost crushed . . gl T'\ ‘;H:Y\Pd. shakily. “How thin his fingers are!”|lantly he was trying to Nan thought, as she gvlmwd her [She mustn't fail him now. “You've oves for a moment and lst her |Dbeen my boss so long it doesn't body sway dizzily. “I must fat-|Seem possible to call you—John. I'd ten him somehow. He “or'ks ‘«‘oo\f”}: :’l):\:‘)g;:r:: ;:xuncrkrlmdcn;m = hard—" It did not occur to he er e }h”,i or ,,‘,v,:fldm fhat it wis cad | samiliar sevd was rich with genu- that her only conscious thought as|ine amusement. “Then we'll pre- again the ceremony was being com»mr}cd"fnd”l;:\ ;nnhymud hqs‘sh a{\d |‘ha1 The buzzer at last. Nan caught | Vas for the man who was herommx‘lc‘r’r:‘mpn‘dam“-‘: firflle m‘(\ Ih T! a 1;10[ notebook and pencil and has-|her husband. She had always |’ AT tened Into the private office, but | thought of him first. |1os: me M. Morgan " again. those tools of her trade were nm} rI pronounce you man and‘ e e i needed after all. | wite | s f 2 3 “Have )g,‘als,,qu vet, Nan?| It was not auntil those words had ‘nO\.d]"ad had not hpenv hovering Then I wonder i youwd go|been spoken that Nan wrenched her |over them, Nan would have retorted me T—want to talk with |¢Yes from the merry. fat face of the | gaily : I mon‘nsm.iwm love, honor Morgan said, not looking up, |iustice and forced them to look up and oL ey dlfinl I ;\s it was, M’\vr he were unable to meet her|into the face of the man she had fanswered with exaggerated meek- married. To her amazement, John |ness: Yes, sir—I mean, yes— Curtis Morgan was smiling. An an- John.” ; y | swering smile bhegan to flicker over | T hx\(' sllmnflr( Y]car\ T her own pale face before she dis- [going to be a—to be very docile, fn\r;?pdnu\pm! his was only a ghastly | her new-made husband applauded. imitation of a smile, which could (h"H” “f?",‘*rmgh lnrzmoulx: use e A spread his mouth, e word, n's heart waile or- :Qd““,,’?{"m‘\?\,‘\‘,‘cm his deep-set |lornly, but she was grinning at him black eyes, in which there was such |With her gamin-like cheerfulness, tragic pain that the girl involuntar- [as she fjlcnl:zed into his ‘:nrgniflr 2 ik trons AT car now! was a new one. Iris ”)ni}:m ;’us“?:;n‘ strong fingers |had never sat by his side on these closed more tightly over her cold | taupe velvet cushions. | little hand. She felt herself drawn n Piled h;( tdhefoionlnhrauh “et;r-’h;::;r card him, saw his head bending. [bags. packed for the bri y- ;?:a:\lsngomg to kiss her! In % [moon which Morgan had insisted thousand day dreams she had pic- |upon. Curtis, now seven years old, tured herself in his arms, his black | as to be left in the motherly care head. sprinkled with silver, honding‘;’{ Ma:d; OIB‘r\fin.0 '1{1‘9 ndew 5;:!_15?! closer and closer, his lips finally |term had started on Monday. Little touching hers, gently at first, then |Pat and Curtis were still the clos- crushing hér mouth with fiercely |est of friends, the younger child exultant passion. But in none of her |glorying in hemnubosswti b{ th”fl 31(14 dreams had a fat, bald man with|er one, apparently not at all dis- obscenely merry eyves lockeda:n, ap- l"f]““{‘] by lhokfw that his hero was lauding. only the cook’s son. 7 I’r\dr‘xar\d a determination to go Why, you're going to the office!" through the farce as gallantly as|Nan came to herself with a start, her husband, made Nan lift her |a8§ the car lurnf‘d down the familiar face. She wondered if his lips|block on which the Sanderson wouid be as cold as hers. For a BL{{L“!"g was located moment black eyes gazed deeply in- So we are to brown, and the :m-s h,.”‘l ‘gave |agreed, smiling. “Plenty of time to a sudden throb of joy as she saw rvm-r_\ our train. The—the ceremony the imitation smile become a real | didn’t take long. did it? one—tender, whimsical, fond Fhv"h"‘llf T\" hour altogether. osed her eyes and in a moment it | 0'clock now.* f\lv‘, over. His lips had brushed her| Wondering a little and hotly em- o TAleal. ! barrassed at the prospect of fac- “Well, sir, this is a proud day| for Aloysius Dohen I never thought it would be my luck to tie the knot for the biggest lawyer in the state—and the prettiest girl!” The justice of the peace, gleefully chuckling his pretense to solemnity, shook hands heartily with the couple he had just united in mar- the petition can he heard ‘in|riage. “All over now but the shout- | hambers'—no publicity at all, of |ing eh? Well, let me the first to course. My—she will be sarved hy | Wish you both a long and happy publication, since I don't know |Mmarried lite” where she is. Tt should all be over| ' Thank you, Doheny,” John Cur- month, Judge Jennifer tis Morgan anawered gravely, “Shall Over . . ." he repeated. we go now, Nan?” B . “Whoa!" The justice stopped them with a jovial bellew of laugh- ter, “Ain't you forgettin' something? T'll bet the missus wants the cer- tificate, even if you don't. Won't take mé a minute to fill it out. Let's whom he probably would alw see . September 12th, ain't it. But shé loved im too much to | Reckon that's ene date you'll nev- ze the joy of the first hope she : er forget. eh, Mrs. Morgan 2" ad ever had any real right to feel,| Mrs. Morgan! Inveluntarily Nan I toward him. ,and her|Startéd guiltily and glanced over SRR R Al hér ghoéuldér, halt expecting to see E the real Mrs, Morgan—Iris Morgan. Then $hé rémémbered. She—Nan Carroll—was Mrs. Morgan now! | Mrs. J8hn Curtis Morgan! Iris was now only Mrs. Iris Morgan. PR l Nan was startl flections by a bhallow thé séund of a fat fat thigh. “By golly a kick out 6f wWatching ‘em when they first hear their néw namé! All right, Mrs. Morgan!” He repeat- ed the name with gléeful eémphasis. You sign right here, and Hubby | here! 0. K. Now you two are mar- ried tight and doi’t let mé hear of cither one of you trying to get out | |or it The bundering, good-héarted jus- | the peace must have reals | ed just a second too late that John | rtis Morgan had heen divorced from the first Mrs. Morgan only two | months before, for his jolly face was | scarlet shook hands again | with V16180t heartinass ‘ Nan and her Hughand apoke not a word, nor did they lodk at aacni er: ype Would they tion to be . an hour there was no | the private office of Nan forced herself to go on working at high | pressure, but three times she made | typographical errors in letters she was Wwriting—an inefficiency record .. For nea und from was i Mr. Morgan, I— . . e Something was afoot Jennifer—divorce. . poured in. Iris, of course! She had written to Judge Jennifer, as her attorney, had asked him to ap- proach her husband on the sub- ect of a divorce. Of course! Oh, poor man! Yestarday Curtis’ ac- | dent, which might so easily have been fatal; today this new blow, killing the last stubborn hope the | deserted husband had clung to. ... For six months she had fought | to give him peace and to help him | banish the devils of despair which | had taken possession of him when Iris had left him. Now the battle would have to fought all over | was iv ¢ How gal- play up! be with 2 you,” as if eves The had never lunched together ocially’” before, not even since an had worked herself into curious post of long-distance house- keeper of his home. and as she | walked beside Morgan into the big, rather magnificent dining room of the Traylor Hotel. Nan felt ri- diculously self-conscious. Morgan tried, rather awkwardly, to make an occasion of their | lunch in the matter of food. but Nan chose a single dish and firmly refused everything else Nan knew that he expected his| scientiously gave her plenty of time to eat before plunging imn} whatever it was that he had to tell her. When he did begin it was abruptly, even harshly: “I'm go- ing to apply for a divorce, Nan.” Nan felt for a moment as if she were on the deck of a tossing ship. Her hand groped for her water glass, found it, brought it so jerk- ily to her lips that a little of the water spilled on the cloth. Thought. hurtled and clashed through her mind. . Not Iris who wanted a divorce! Tt was he! Why? What did it mean? She could not speak. “Judge Jennifer be—done very Morgan went on in a| harsh monotone. “The letter, you know He still could not bring himself to utter name, ““And—desertion. Tt heen six months—all “that our vorce laws requite under the cir- cumstances. The letter makes it T never thought—" His voic broke, thén he cleared hi throat sternly and went on: 3ut her husband Only 11 sures me quietly that it can very casily,” strained 18 At love the for height, 8h to ha pain in his voice Nan's| im rose to its greatest | would have been a fool | ve suspected why he was | vorcing Iris, whom he still loved, | i price is the last word in Morgan don’t nto this if nt to do it." lips jerked into a “Rut until—that's done do something else that to do. and that Curtis | vants me to do. It isn't | you, Nan, and I've sworn to | a dozen times T wouldn't let | u do it even if you were willing, | it—I'm afraid you've encouraged | elfish, Nan, dear! Before | ad with—with Judge Jé ns 1'd like to know if vou T won't do it, Nan—no let you anyone t is marvelous ! sort | 1 out of hér re- of laughter. hand slapping T sure gét Srant Until you actually see and hear the amazing new 1930 Boach screen grid models, | | I I go a these most modern receivers, over even the famous Bosch of a year ago! Mr. Morgan, floundering 1y words v want Nan spoech interrup her jon't an mé “we tice of we? iz drawbacks to gtod short space of tima. CHAPTER XXVT ) you take this woman to helolher as the creaky, smelly old éle- artifically | Less than | you can hardly realize the tremendous improvement of It is only natural to expect radio to be perfected year by year, but you will be wonder stricken that so many of the radio reception could have béen overcome in such a Such past diffi- CUItIes A8 1A hum, avoldable noisy re- ception weakened performance and ing Evans, Blake and the stenog- rapher she had hired on Monday to take care of the work during her and her husband’s absence on their wedding trip, Nan walked perkily entered the elevator of the Sander- son Building. “Seventh floor, please,” he star- |tled her by saying to the operator. | Where were they going? Why? | Their offices were on the ninth | floor. He was still smiling and there was a flush of excitement on his lean, austere face as he took her arm and marched her down a long | corridor. A man in painter's overalls was ! standing before the door of Suite| |718. He did not look around, but | with frowning intentness kept on | with the delicate job on which he | was engaged. | “Nearly finished?” Nan heard her husband ask briskly The painter stepped back, sur- veved his work with prideful eyes. “Yep. Pretty good job, if I do say it myself! “The best job you ever did in | vour life,” Morgan answered with | curious solemnity, his hand clos- ing tightly over Nan's. Nan could hardly read the new- made sign, because of the tears in | her ey I “Morgan & Morgan, Attorneys-at- Law.” “Partners, Nan! Is that—good enough?” a deep, husky voice asked. Nan did not dare look at him as she nodded; her heart was too full of joy and fear. What did he mean—is that “good enough?” (To Be Continued) BOARD SHUTS DOOR ON'FALK COMPLAINT ‘Considers Matter Closed Uless| Alderman Attends Meeting The letter written by Alderman beside John Curtis Morgan as they | at 99 Myrtle street was heard and was held over for inspection. The present building on the site will be torn down and the station is to be erected in accordance with the wishes of the building inspector, |the owner of the proposed station, A. Rosenblatt, said. Some time ago a tree on the pro- perty of Andrew Larson of Lake street was cabled as there was a large split down the center of it. Last night there was a petition be- fore the board, that the tree be re- moved. The matter was laid over [ for inspection and the tree will be removed if it is found that it is a danger to passing cars and pedes- trians. A hearing will be given on a pe- tition that Queen street be accepted by the city. This has been before the board several times but as yet there has been no hearing. The placing of curbs on Corbin avenue from West Main street to [Lincoln street was referred to the common council. At the next meeting the city en- gineer will report his finding on eliminating the grade on Corbin avenue at the lower end. Several residents of that section have stated that they will be glad to grade the atreet at their own expense if per- mission of the city is granted. Special Notice After this date I am no longer responsible for any bills contracted by my wife, Grace W. Bardwell. Signed ROBERT J. BARDWELL. BOSCH RADIO Sold and Serviced By BLAIR & BRODRIB 170 Main Street | Walter R. Falk, and published in |the Herald last Friday read at a | | meeting of the board of public | works last night., caused no little | commotion. This is the first direct | communication received by the board and in view of the fact that the alderman refused to attend the meeting of the board last week, | {members voted to write to him stat- | ing that inasmuch he did not show | proper interest in the accusations he had made, the board would con- ider the matter closed until such time as he saw fit to attend one of | the meetings. City Engineer Phillip A. Merian stated that he would gladly explain iall matters that were spoken of in the letter to alleged extravagance |and concerning hauling of sand and |dirt for longer distances than neces sary, as stated in the letter. He add- ed that the statement made by the alderman that the board of public works did not show the proper co- operation with the public, was not true. Mr. Merian said that on several occasions Alderman Falk had been in the office and had received in- formation requested to the best of | the ability of those in the office at the time. Members of the hoard voted that the matter be closed as far as they were concerned unless the alderman came before the meeting and made the accusations before the hoard, which was the proper place for such matters. Chairman George Dobson | stated yesterday that Ald. Falk's| criticism would be ignored. Upon the suggestion of the city engineer, it was véted to hire a truck from the Gilbert Tree Co. to on the survey of the sewer system in an effort to discover where storm water is sweeping into | sanitary sewers. The truck will be | | filled with a mixture of brick dust | |and water, which will be pumped into the stormwater leads of each | house With a hose, saving much time and expense over the method of carrying it to the house by pail- fuls An extensive program has heen | mapped out by the board whereby | the leakage from each street and house will be kept in fahulated form. Tt is estimated that $5000 will be apent in the survey. | BOSCH RADIO Sold and Serviced By ANDERSON ELEC. 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