New Britain herald., 1923-02-05
Mhs nid nEkF Heed Claire rasteF
 and Nal Madges

l felt my old distasts fer Clair
 Foster sweeping over me al her jest
 ing references ta Tom chesieF's lik
 ihg for me, and her own admiration
 for him,
 The allnsieRs were in the wars possible taste, l said 10 myself and could not help adding them ta thf list Of offsnses against the ean0Rs Of good breeding which the girl had committed ever since arriving at the Hiss apartment Had my recent es- timate 0f her as a crude, metallic rather interruptions modern piece si feminity heen the correct aRes Had her apparent FemaHse for her esea' pade and her desire 10 atone, been merely cunning suhleFfuges 70 ans peaso the wrath which she knew many women would have directed against hers
 With . weary little sigh dismissed the problem of Claire Fosters queer actions from my mind, l had too many other things 10 puzzle over, Her mention Of Tom chester had Fer minded me that within n few days must return home. and knew only too well what would he nieky's re- action when he found that the sick young soldier was being cared for at our home. Dr, Pettit's probable ae- tions. also, were source Of keen worry, I must get in touch with l.il- lian at the first possible moment.
 4 silent Breakfast
 As l finished the preparation of breakfast and wheeled the wagon containing the dishes into the living room. perfected my plan for inc day
 As soon as possible after breakfast l would go out on shopping tour to| match the etched glass Claire Foster had broken. IL appeared never toI have shoudcrc1 this task. Intead, have shoulderoh this task. Insteaw. she had asked ndiffcrently how much thought the thing cost. and pro- posed leaving the money for il in an envelope when we left.
 But first Of all l would get into communication with Lillian. With q little feeling of panic I realized that had been without news of my baby boy for twenty-fonr hours. since I.il- Hans wire warning mo of Dr: Pettit's journey with it's reassuring addenda that all were well.
 Breakfast was comparatively silent affair. Dicky is always gum until hc has had his matutnal coffee. | l found speech Of any kind an effort. | And Claire Foster, slonchy, almost re- pellant in her soiled negligee and her kid curriers', confined her remarks to coquettish little sallies, to which | Dicky replied gallantly, indeed, but with papable effort.
 "Ie Won't Go to the studio.''
 What are you girls going to dol with yourselves today?" Dicky asked when we had finished. "You'll have to entertain yourselves. for I've got to i been neglecting.'
 I couldn't help quick, furtive glance upon his face to Claire Eos 1 ter's to see if upon either there was 1! the consciousness of the recent dll- i iance which had caused Dicky to ne- glect his work, but both faces were nonchalantly clear, and l voiced the . alarmed thought which had come to me at Dicky's announcement.
 Surely you're not going to your studio.'
 Dicky shot a savage glance at me. He knew, of course, that I nad vis- on of Dr. Petit hunting him, and I 'ealized that he resented my hinting before Claire Foster that he would tvoid the enraged physician.
 Surely am," he rejoined Lrucul- ,ntly. Now, don't start one of rour--'