Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1925-07-29
A Piece of
Bric-a-Brac
BY MARGUERITE 3. ALLAN
90. 1925. Western News pa per Union.)

(Cl 1870. w eStern newspaper OnlOnJ
CHE settled herself back In the car
~ riage as the train pulled out OF
the station, and she had a last glimpse
Of her husband waving his hand. .
Thank goodness, Edward had consented
to her going to New York at last. even
If it were only for three weeks. She
felt that she could not have tolerated
the humdrum monOtOny of life in that
suburban village any longer. Some
women couldn't stand monotony. And
marriage was monotonous. Strange
that once she had thought home and
husband the most desirable things on
earth, and now-not that Edward
wasn't good. She looked down at her
wedding ring and slowly, very slowly.
removed it from her finger and slipped
it into her handbag. Size was going
to forget that she was Mrs. Edward
Williamson, and use her old name
Amy Cutter-again.
In New York she found a room at
second-rate hotel whose gariShnesS
seemed to her the height of luxury
she llkpu llc DuSllc anu IDl,ts iiO iSb
plush covered chairs, the Gilt carvin&
in the dining room. When she went
to bed at night she LEFT the electric
light burning for long time, taking
childish pleasure in what Edward
would have considered waStefulnesS.
The following evening there was
knock at her door and a tall red-haired
woman burst in. She was wearing Il
low-cut blue satin evening froch.
Rows of huge pearls swung from her
bare throat. 81 say-will you hook
ME up? I've rung for the maid but
no one answers"
Amy Edwards complied, her fingers
trembling with excitement Here WAS
radiant creature from another world
who was disposed to be friendly
I'm bit early for my engagement,
went on the woman. MAY ! sit down
and smoke cigarette with you!
Thank you" She jerked her shoulders
and moved away.
I'm I'm afraid I've smoked
all my cigarettes" said Amy pretend
ing to hunt for the box.
That's all right. Come on into my
room--Tve plenty. My name is Flo
Wright. Have the room next to
yours"
She led the way, throwing a Ques
ton to Amy over her shoulder: You
in the profession too, dearie"
Amy, not understanding, murmured
no. elo ,nthinu a
Same here" said Miss Wright She
settled herself in chair and lit
cigarette. Her room was in great dis
order-dresses spread over the bed,
and dirty satin slippers strewn about
the floor. On the dressing table was
formidable array of jars Of rouge and
powder, their tops missing. 81 hope TO
goodness something will turn up pres
emily. I want to play tragedy just
know l could make a hit in the leglti-
mate"
An actress then! Amy looked at
the woman with the flaming bobbed
hair and crimsoned lips She seemed
a fascinating creature. How Amy en-
We'd her. She longed to question her
about her life, but just then the te!e
phone bell rang and Miss Wright shout
ed into the receiver, AL right-tell
him I'll be down in minute
She snatched up cloak. Come in
and breakfast with me tomorrow. I've
got to rush now"
So their friendship began. Miss
Wright poured into Amys attentive
ears the tales of conquests past and
present; the descriptions Of supper
parties and dances at which 1t APP
peared she was in great demand, and
Amy's heart was torn with the desire
to live as she did in this atmosphere
of pleasure, where there were no re-
sponsibilities, no worii les, no perma-
nent husband to cook and Save for.
At last she decided to ask her new
friend to try and get har job on the
stage, too-she could sing and dance
To her surprise Miss Wright turned
upon her in a fury. What do you
want to butt in for-aren't there
enough of us struggling as it is?'
Amy flushed, and Miss Wright's tone
softened as she asked, Are you hard
up, too?"
mo. I'm married. .
l don't need to work, only-Im sick
of my quiet life; want excitement,
you're married?" Miss Wright
paused in the act Of applying de-
cayed powder puff to her cheeks.
Then you're little fool. L want a
home of my own--a man to love me.
Listen-the only man who ever really
loved me was fellow in a suburban
town where I once visited an aunt OF
mine. That was in Laurelville, nine
years ago. But / turned him down
because | wanted to see life.' as they
call 1t. See life believe me, I've
oil 0f Do