New Britain herald., 1925-12-16

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 The music room was an apartmcL IT the cast wing Of the house. Brurc found Lydia at the piano, a Chimes lamp throwing a glow upon her cop i per hair She was playing some bit Of old Italian melody when he en tered
 Ile seated himself on hassock mar the piano. The light from th. Chinese lamp fell on the backs ot some old books stacked on a lac QUerad table Lydia's Persian cat lay o1 q black satin cushion at her feet There was a bowl of yellow roses on the window sill, and th. curtains wcro closely drawn against the night
 i The music went on and on. Lydi. dil not turn to look at Bruce. Shq might have been alone in the room 90 little sign did she give of noticin2 his presence.
 The cat rose and stretched itscl.. rubbing against 1.ydia's feet At las '' III ONt Vi lIlt' IpOHl. | h the middle of bar, Lydia lands fatege1 and dropped from the , keyboard. No use" she sighed "lmpcrtcct music" She turncJ about 10 look at Bruce. "Sometim, l think that all Of life is imperfec, music, chord with q wrong not Or a missing note"
 She moved restlessly. Bruce smiled. Your life should be perfect music, Lydia. You've beauty, wealth, friends--cverythin it takes"
 She rose impatiently and paccI th, floor her long fringed shawl trailing across the Chinese rugs. She m2l> a gesture very like wringins l CT hands, Everything except the on' thing that would make me , 1apny. Bruce she said. "a gift. If l could paint or sing or write or dance Or do some one thing perfect ly, But all I can to is try to help those who can. And I don't like that kind of second hand satisfaction
 Bruce smiled at her. "Nonsensa. Lydia. Just being what you ar should be enough Isn't ii anythins 10 ho beautiful and rich and roung?"
 Lydia shrugged and gave him a wry smile. Don't f!atter mo, Bruce. You don't do it well, You're not even thinking of what we're talking about right now. l believe Miss Hawlcy mas Nampcd you" Her tone was light, but her eyes were questioning. Bruce made no answer. He wa: pulling at his cigarct and looking at the yellow roses,
 Lydia made a sudden movement and seized him by the arm. Com, en- she said. let's write the state mcnt for inc Telegraph about my connection with Vale Acres. want 10 send il down first thing tomor. TOW"
 Look here. Lydia," answered Bruce. Are you sure you want 10 put so much money into it? You mustn't let friendship sway you toe much, you know. It's rather a ven ture, and if anything should happen to our plans, I'd rather you didn't iose heavily in it."
 Lose" cried Lydia. Nothing I'm connected with ever loses. I'm q lucky penny and you'd better <, glad I'm going to take hold of your enterprise. What shall we say about it?"
 How does this go? Mrs. Lydia Stacy today announced her intention 10 invest large sums of money in the Vale Acres Development project sponsored by Manners. Stone and Reynolds.
 Mrs. Stacy will buy large tract Of land which will be plotted and built up according to the plans Of Bruce Reynolds, a member of the firm, and Giovanni Gignelu, Italian architect, whose presence in New Britain was the occasion for a large reception given last night at Mrs. Stacy's home.'"
 That's going to look well in print. I'll call Barbara Hawley first thing in the morning. and read if off to her"
 Give it to McDermott instead" said Bruce. "Itn get better atteq- tion"
 What have you got against Hawley girl?" asked Lydia sudden
 thought she looked at you V adoration in her eyes"
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