New Britain herald., 1921-07-15
CLIPPED WINGS By Rupert Hughes. story of wife and successful star
 entrancingly told.
(Copyright, 1916, y Harper & Bros.)
(Continued from Yesterdays Herald.)

She shook her head and answered l with foolish solemnity: II thought | I was going to once or twice, but l never did" That's just like me. I've never l really loved anybody, either.' | There was such unqualified juven- | ility in their words that they recog- nized it themselves Sheila> could not l help laughing. He laughed, too, like a cub.
 l You're too young, ,"she said, ito love anybody, and I haven't time yet. | I've got far too much work ahead of me to waste any time on love- | I've got a lot ahead of me, too," | said Winfield. You have D. said Shei1a What is your work-doctor, lawyer, merchant chief?''
 I'm a-that is my father is-we are Winfield's Weighing Machines | She took this so calmly that he gasped: God gracious, didn't you ever hear O. Winfield's weighing machines?" T never did, said Sheila. Well, anyway, my father is one of | the biggest manufacturers of scales and comptometers and such things in | the world" You're awfully rich, I suppose When the markets good, dad makes a pile of money. When it's bad-whew! And it's expensive fight in; the trust.' 'Is it anything like the theatrical trust?''
 ''Is there a theatrical trust?" "Why, yes, and both sides are try- | ine to get Reben in'' 1 ''Who's Reben?' You don't know much about the theater, do your" 1 "No,'' he laughed, "and you don't know much about weighing machine .' | No" Then you'd better be hurrying home"
 That's so, suppose"
 They deied the counsel of the night by primly shaking hands Sheila sr oke as If she were leaving for nal reception.
 Thank you ever so much for the loVely ride. And-er-wel1, good night-or rather goodby, for I SUD- pose you'll be leaving tomorrow"
 T ought to-" he groaned dubiously Good night! Goodby!"
 The next morning Sheila woke with less than her yester joy, and to flight off her new loneliness decided Ito go shopping. As she set out she saw Bret Winfield's car Ioafing in front of her hotel He was sitting in it.
 You didn't so,' she said brillia nt- ly.
 "No."
 Why not? ?"
 1T couldn't" %
 What was on your mind?"
 "You!"
 His words filled her with delicious fright. "0
 He finally said: Which way are you going?" Il have some shopping to do."
 "Oh! Too bad; I was going to ask you to take little spin.'' l They span. Winfield did not leave Clinton till the week was gone and Sheila with it. He took her to the train in his car. As they reached the station his agony ': leaving her wrenched from him a desperate plea. | Won't you kiss me goodby?"
 In the daylight among the unro- mantle hacks, she laughed at the thought.
 "Kiss you goodby? Why, haven't kissed you how-d'ye-do yet!,
 CHAPTER VIII. | In Deep Water. l When Sheila reached the horne of her father and mother she spent her first few days getting acquainted with them. One morning, in the sun Hailed surf. she grew weary of the digging crowd of rope dancers. Seeing that one of the floats was empty, she swan out to it. climbed aboard with difficulty and rested, staring out to sea. l Presently she heard someone else swimming up, then a voice with all the morning in it.
 Good morningu' .."
 Bret WinfeId!'' she cried, as she whirled on one hip, like a mermaid.
 "Sheila Kemble!" he laughed.
 Where did you come from?', l Home. l just couldn't stand it." | Stand what?' | Good heaven!" | Its been the other place to me"
 "Really?'' | told Dad l needed a rest: that something was the matter with my mlno. He admitted that, but blamed IL to lack of use. Then I ducked. Got here yesterday. Been hanging round trying to find you alone. Swell | chance! There's a swarm after YOU all the time, isn't there ?" 1 'Is there?"
 Are you glad to see me?"
 Oh, yes The more the merrier."
 He stared at her with a wistful. helpless look that she liked in so powerful being. He felt relieved when she said with charming incon sistency:
 | Hang it, here comes somebody" i It was blistering day, and before long the float was crowded like a seal rock Sheila felt a longing fo. the outer sohtudes, and she struck out Tor the open sea beyond the ropes "ihieid followed her gayly, and for a time they reveled in the life of mer- man and mermaid SuddenIv sb, roo.