New Britain herald., 1918-08-19
1Ks For 7heafer8oery and Women Readers

aifnost a ball at the
 Inst substituted myself
 Marion had burrowed
 and body like a fuzzy,
 bEn, never waking. And
 Nquietly enough for al
 r.S Then, to my dismay-
 3Sch fear of her waking to
 sDr and grief-she had be-
 Zggle from me. I had feared
 Aer, in fact, even to move,
 6r two or three essays, all the
 sound asleep, she had reached
 Dresent resting place. Moving E1xiously, I had drawn a coverlet eer her, inch by inch, and had lain 1uietly watching her and waiting for +her mothers return.
 Lillian's quick eyes spied her as Apon as she entered the room, and I saAw a look of relief flash into her
  turing anxiety. Shell be all right now" she said in a low tone When Marion curls up like that she is safe to sleep sound ly for hours. Will you please come into the other room ?"
 l knew the tidngs Lillian brought even as I followed her into the white and crimson living room, but l didn't ask a single question. Lillian was in a. most perturbed mood, and I knew better than to bother her.
 Lillian Is Perturbed. !. Well, it's all over, Madge", she said at last turning to me, and ! was surprised to see that there were { traces of tears on her face. Surely she owed no grief to the poor old creature upstairs the mother of her first hus- band, who by her cowardice and weak sentiment for her son had caused Lil- lian so much misery. Then I recalled the many instances l had known of my friends royal soul, and wondered no longer. There simply was no room in Lillian Underwood's being for betty resentment. Poor. old soul" she unused. "How she adored Maroin, and how the child loved her. I'm at my wits end what to do, Madge." Her voice became staccato, worried 'When that baby awakes and f~lds her grandmother gone forever-Pm so afraid"
 Her voice broke, and I saw that for perhaps the first time in her life she was unable to arrive at one of her quick unerring decisions. Thankful indeed, was I that I had cut the Cor dian knot, although I feared Lillian might be displeased when l should tell her how I had taken affairs into my own hands
 There was no use delaying the reve- lation, however, I took my courage in both hands and spoke quietly, yet with a certain emphasis. 'Why tell her?"
 l Lillian looked quickly, shrewdly at me
 1 You mean get her away from the house as soon as she wakens? I've ] thought of that, but Tine sure she wont go without demanding 10 see Ifher grandmother. And while Marion ' is obedient i'll most things 1 simply cannot manage her in one of her : emotional outbursts, such as she must have had before we came in last l night"
 1 But think Robert Savarin could" ] I returned quietly. Don't you re- member how we used to. smile at Marion's intense admiration for him ! last winter:''
 Robert tsavarin!" Lillian demand ed feVerishly. Have you taken leave of your senses, Madge?"
 Sit down, please" l pulled chair ] forward for her, land I'll tell you all about it. There's nothing to be per turbed about. ''KceD It Up" She sank into the chair obediently but with a curious expression on her face I knew what it meant. This sudden initiative of mine took her off her feet q bit. She had been accus- toned to decide everything for her self and everyone else for so many years that she hardly knew how to play any other role
 ] wasted no words in telling her of what l had done, simply reproduced { the words of my telephone cOnversa- ton with Mrs. CosgroVe. There was no need to go into my motives or req sons for doing what I had done. That Lillian would understand l was cer- tain.
 She listened quietly until I had finished. Then she sprang to her feet with an excited exclamation.
 The milk train! Why Madge, he { will be here in couple of hours!"
 I noticed that she said "hc" not "they," although I had told her that Robert Savarin's sister, Mrs. Cosgrove was coming with the artist also