New Britain herald., 1925-04-16
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'6y Beatrice Burton

is going to back the Barrymore brothers right off the boardsl =. {. Come out in the dining room. Stan, and I'll give you drink while mo- bodys looking"
 Dick watched them as they went.
 Glory could feel his angry. eyes upon her.
 There was sick, shaky feeling at the pit of her stomach.
 She was terribly afraid that Dick knew now that she had llied |. '.
 She was sure that he suspected that Wayburn and the "lampshade man" were one and the same per- son!
 Suddenly something she had heard her grandmother say long ago flashed into her mind. ... You can lock up from a thief, but you can't lock up from liar!"
 On one end of the long table in the dining room' was huge punch bowl filled with iced fruit-juice and gin. ..r
 Gloria filled two glasses with the bitter-sweet stuff.
 q call this my Indian Guide cock tail because it'll lead you astray, Stan!" she cried recklessIy. And drained her glass.
 Then Gloria went on in 8 low tone.
 "Whatever you do, don't pay any attention to me tonignt:" sne ea!d.
 Stan raised his eyebrows. "Why not ?" he asked.
 Because have the most jealous husband in the world" Gloria an swered. And he saw you leaving the house the other day '. or thinks he did. Here comes Myra Gail! Give her thrill. .. she's not having a very gay time"
 Mrs. Gail traied into the room. Behind one hand she hid a tiny yawn.
 "Myra, dear" Glory said loudly, here's a nice little boy friend for you! Mir. Wayburn's just been tell ing me that he's dying to meet you.
 She was filling three more cock tail glasses as she spoke. She emptied her own, and left Wayburn with Myra.
 fyIo,;o,- Lo,d r,as uoip1 arnund and around. There was singing in her ears. She kneW she had had too much 10 drink. Much too much!
 Gloria started up the stairs. She wanted just 6ne thing in the world to lie down on her own bed and go to sleep!
 But the stairs seemed to be made of rubber. She couldn't stand or them.
 Suddenly plate of sandwiches appeared before her.
 Here, cat a blotter!" came. Bil Hough's voice. 'It'll soak up some of the gin you've been drinking. Better sober up, old girl, before Dick sees you.' =
 But Gloria pushed Bill and hi. sandwiches away.
 She swayed into the living-room The jazz band was playing "Oh ] Peter.." But nobody was dancing. On the davenport May Seymour . and Jim Carewe were sitting close . together. blowing smoke rings a the ceiling.
 ; Gloria crossed the room to them
 "Why don't you get up ant dancer" she asked. Bands playini | o, Peter.' Mos wonderful music il the world. ."
 May Seymour took one look a 1 Glory's white face and starry eyes : "Sit down here." she ordered "Gloria, you've had too much t drink. Make her sit down, Jim" . But Gloria drifted, away. Tn room seemed to be filled with gold en fog. She was very warm an' , dizzy. She reeled a little.
 'I may have had too much t , drink, put I'm Stlil gong Soou. sH } said to the world at large.
 You certainly are!" It was Dick 7 voice. He and Lola Hough seeme' r to swim before her eyes. s Here, take her out into th . kitchen, Lola" Glory heard Die l say, "and tell Maggie to give he some strong black coffee. See if yo t can sober her up. . If Myra Gai and the rest of the women see he t like this they'll tell 1t all over tow tomorrow"
 '. The next thing Gloria knew sh u was sitting in her own whit }. kitchen. She didn't know how sh f had got there.
 n Through the golden fog she coul