New Britain herald., 1924-12-31
\ Possible Marriage worries
 Marion Greatly


 If there ta anything more naively sweet than Inc serious concern of a young s.r. about the affairs ut her elders, 1 do n0' know what it ls.
 NaMons t!rs trMufuL long lasncd were aImost wlsttn), fearful as 'h"y met mine, and ] nude tAo mcnta, comment that the o.d-'ash- toned vr.,ro n. tho N!orpraa ,rI were moi s1 far Ur.rr when lhry compared eyes lho tlIs Winsomo childa to 'nan>los dreochod in dow"
 pg nor III d 'ow chair beside t'e hr, and drew anolh"r up opro~ k.tr to '.r du ngr cuJ'e her HIS i ordinarily weu'l have done, for i"<'ncrysly l 'rt that in her a'- fra7s toward her mothrr's problem, at least. II was not a ritlo girl who faceI me. but a woman, immature, gropinE, hu, sincere and meaAt 70 offer her tre courtesy ol grown up' treatment.
 I'm a,rald my adv-e won't be wor'h much, dear" I said, "sspect- ally about Uncle Robert Savarln, hut I'll do the best I can What Is it that troubles you espccially?"
 She hesitated looking at the rug pattern In an attitude that reminded me irreslstibly of her mother.
 T don't know just how 10 tell sou, Aunua Madgs. T. goes away hack 10 the time when I was a weo hit ct 4 girl and didn't have my mother. You knoT."
 4 Tragic Recollection
 Did I know? An, I looked at her with eyes that suddenly saw some thing far beyond the room in which we were sitting. I saw her mother and myself facing each other in the wonderful brown-toned library of Lillian Tndervood's New York apartment and heard Ltllian's voice, raucous yet wonderfully con- troued, revealing the tragedy of her life with Martens father, Tom Merton.
 Because she had been too high minded 10 drag an innocent boy, Dicky. into the trap set for him hy tss unspeakab1e cad who called her wife. she had taken the alternative given her by Tom Morton, and given the custody of her idoliZed child to him,
 I could. gee Lillian crossing the room to a wall safe, and taking from 1t the miniature of an ex- outsite little creature, Marion in babyhood, and with my contempla- ton of the agony that was hers in heinz shut away from her little daughter, I had surrendered every bit of prejudice against Lillian scknowledgtng that not even to keep faith and honor clear, could have made similar sacrifice.
 Witness of her long immolation away from the child, it was also my privilege 10 ts present at the won dcrful reunion which Tom Morton's death, and his belated con esston ot his treachery, brought to the moth CT heart SO long berett, And almost all of the time since that day, had been able 10 watch with Lillian over the child who by the kindly intervention of Fate appeared to be all her mothers, a duplicate in miniature of keen brain, beautiful soul, lovely face and body, with no trace of her treacherous father in her.
 With a start brought myself back to. the 7ide-eyed girl facing me.
 '.Forglve me, Marion" said contritely. You took me back years. Remember, I knew your mother when she did not have you,
 "Then you know how she sui tered," she said quickly, but don't believe anybody can ever know how bad I used to feel as g little tot without any mother. J used to cry and cry. I've been thinking a lot about that old time this month. l suppose it's because she's never been gone 50 long be fore that 1t brings back that o-d lonely time. And I've been think ing - you know how when Ta' smaller I used to love Uncle Robert savartn so. and want Mother 'l marry htgn. so I'd have really truly father like other girls"
 ''Yes, Marton," I answered scr.H because she paused for an answer