New Britain herald., 1925-06-04
THE STORY so FAR:

him. But he spurns her, telling hel he has just married his ieadinl woman. Then Gloria tries to get 8 place as a chorus girl. but fails. When she comes home Dicl takes her into the house, but not al his wife. One night while he is work ing late with his secretary, Susar Briggs, the house Is robbed. Mex morning Gloria goes to Mothe Gregory to complain that Dick lief her alone half the night while h. was out with Miss Briggs. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 T don't believe for a single sec ond that Dick was out half th' night with Sue Briggs or any othe woman" Mother Gregory said witt spirit. "I'd have to see that witt my own eyes to believe it."
 Well, then, where was he unti two or three o'clock last night?- No place where he had any bushes to bel" Gloria cried. He certainl wasn't working until then! Don't try to tell me that"
 Mother Gregorys fin. black eye flashed.
 Why don't you ask, him wher he was?" she asked quietly.
 Gloria laughed unpleasantly.
 That's just 1t, He didn't siv me a chance to ask him anything! she answered. He sneaked ava, this morning before I woke up."
 My poor child" Mother Greg ory's yocie was soft with suddel pity. Cant you trust your husbant out of your stght? Don't you know by this time what sort Of man Dicl is?"
 Gloria shook her head.
 T certainly don'ti' she said. :" thought I did once. But Dick. changed so, lately. He's getting {, be a regular crossword puzzle. cant make him out. What do yo, suppose he did the night I cam home from New York;"
 Tell me-"
 He put me out of our room !, Gloria said He moved all m things into the spare room. H doesn't want me for his wife an more, I suppose. And that was hi gentle way of breaking the news t me"
 Mother Gregory knitted he brows, This was more serious tha she had supposed this breac between Gloria and Dick.
 My dear" she said. How di you happen to go to New York i the first place? There's a stor around town that you went ther with that actor of yours. Wha was his name: Westfeld? Wake field?"
 "Wayburn, Gloria helped her ou, But l didn't go to New York wit him. He went two weeks before did"
 But did you go because he wa there" Mother Gregory asked.
 Gloria was all ready to say No But she had feeling that Mothe Gregory's eyes could see right dow into her very soul!
 "Yes," she whispered. Her lin quivered.
 Mother Gregory sat down heayiI on the edge of her great four-post CT bed, The springs creaked unde her weight.
 "A--ah!" she said, "and then yo expect Dick to take you back wit open arms? When you've show him you love another man?"
 T don't love Stan Wayburn, Gloria answered sullenly.
 You don't love Dick, that sure'" Dicks mother said,
 And he doesn't love mel" Glori came back at her. "Tf he did h wouldn't leave me alone in th house all night to be frightened f death He doesn't care a dar for me any more!"
 "1 hope he doesn't, Gloria Mother Gregory said solemnly. .'I' hate his marriage to wind up th way poor John Seymour's did. la, night"
 "Dr. John!" Gloria cried. "Wb, what's happened 10 Dr. John?"
 A cruious, cold fear seemed f take hold of her heart f squeeze 1t. She could hardly breath, Mother Gregory's voice seemed f come from long way of, when sb spoke again.
 3Didn't you see the morning ps 1 per?'' she asked.
 With a great effort, Gloria shoo her head. Her thoughts flew 10 Ma, What terrible trouble was she in what had happened to pr. John
 He shot himself" Mother Gre, ory said. There was a long silenc, Then Mrs. Gregory arose and caIIe down the stairs to Maggie,
 Maggie, bring up the pano please" she asked. Tn a minute sh came back into the room, shakin out the rustling sheet.
 "Dr. John Seymour ." she h, gan to read. But Gloria sscppe her.
 NO. no" she said. Don't req It! I must go to May! She hasn anybody but me. ."
 She ran down the stairs. and 0, Info the street. A trolley car VA coming. She ran to catch 1t. i Oh, it wouldn't be true! Ther must he some mistake! Things lik that didn't happen in this warr sunny world with It's blue sky an It's June roses .everywhere!
 And that 1t should happen to Ma Of all people! Careless, carefre May who was like yellow butter fly that did nothing but dance i the sun. j But May was a. butterfy -erushe on the wheel when Gloria saw he that June morning.