New Britain herald., 1925-12-09

snowy night. The frown had IT.. turned 10 his face.
 \ picture ot Barbara Hawley stool on his dresser, On the study tab" lay pile of blueprints, and som architectural plans and models.
 Bruce shuffIod through the pic picking out several sketches. On tol, of these he laid the picture of Tar bara, Then he opened tho door c the little coal stove that stood in corner of tho room and thrust tb whole pile in.
 The stow had stopped fal'i, when Barhara awo'2 the next d"} She saw that it Mas nire o'clcrk. three hours later than her usual rls, ing time. But she on'y turned oNr and lay still q moment.
 Her mother came into the room The office caIl"1 anl gaiI yo" needn't report iii! noon, l}ahs," sil said. That's why I let you sle,p You looked SO tired when l came + 10 wake you"
 Barbara rolled over again 10 To" at her mother, "Why is it." r1' asked, that whenever fate gets m into an awkward situation, it bring, Bruce Reynolds aroun1 % gloat o>cs me? Why did Bruce haye to be il inc Lighthouse Inn last night, when Sinbad Sullivan was pl1king a foo, oc himself" On, I could die, when j think of Bruce sitting there looking at mo while tho whole crowd laugh cd" She lid her faco in the pillow.
 Mrs. Hawioy went on stirring IT, tA" legs for a fitP.
 Those things do happen, Dab" to she said. "Nou'll just have 10 for get it."
 But Brucc had the insoIonce I" tell me I had no right 10 b. in th' inn, mother. He tried to tear h. away from the place, before ha. covered the suicide story. And thor' wasn't any otor man there to tah" me home" Then, quichly--"not thai needed one, but it hurt to hay Bruce sec mo without an escort in that place, and Sinbad drunk on tl' table"
 No usc thinking about it, Barbara dear" H"r mother came over to h.. bed and stroked her daughters han, Jump up and I'll give you waffl6. for breakfast
 The Telegraph office huzzed wito the Houowell suicide story that day.
 You and Bob certainly do gral alI the luck" said Jerson, the fen turo writer Imagine being rigii on the scene of story like that. An' me at home taking care of teeth. ing baby. I told the wife we ought 10 break our necks to get to tha' party"
 Wells called Barbara 10 the desk You gave US good protection las night at the Lighthouse, Miss HaW- lev. Think we owe you a day off o' something, for unearthing that clut to the unknown woman companion of the dead man. Added just in touch of color needed to make 1t ar Al story.
 "McDermott tells me he asked vol to see Mrs. Stacy today about her ,rip to Europe. They tell me she l' interested in architecture and sucl things. Might ask her what sh' thinks of the Vale Acres project o Manners, Stone and Reynolds"
 Barbara winced at the name "Very we'll" she said. litelessly.
 She put on her hat aad coat an( left the building. A Plainville cal car took her to Grove Hill.
 Mrs. Lydia Stacy's house was on of a row that stood among heavil! shaded lawns.
 Barbara found the house ant walked up a Jagged path. As sh' went, a motor truck whizzed up th' driveway past her, and she turne' her head idly, to look at 1t. | "Parisian Dry Cleaners" said tn sign on the back.
 The driver sprang out and ran u' the steps to the servants door at tn side of the house. Barbara watchet him. After moment th- door open cd and a servant handed him re- garment of some kind loosely wrap ped in sheet
 Barbara went up the front step and rang the bell.