New Britain herald., 1925-04-21
THE STORY so FAR

 Gloria's idea of marriage Is plenty of fun and expensive clothes !. but no children
 When Dick tells Gloria she must do her own housework, she has mysteries. So Dick borrows Maggie, his mothers maid, to teach Gloria to cook. Gloria refuses to learn.
 Stanley Wayburn, an actor whom Gloria once loved. calls on her, When Dick sees him leave the house, Gloria tells her husband that he was only an interior decorator.
 Dick is home i'll for few days. His secretary. Miss Briggs. comes to work there with him. While they are busy Gloria makes plans for a house warming. She invites Stanley Wayburn. Dick recognizes him as the man who Gloria has told him was an interior decorator.
 Glory becomes reckless an d drinks too much when she sees Stanley kissing Myra Gail, She faints away while dancing with Dr. John Seymour, whose wife. May. is in love with Jim Carewe.
 The party breaks up when Lola Hough "bawls" out Bill, her hus- hand, for betting" with May. Mag 1 gic, dskusted. leaves the house. The next morning Dick asks Gloria gie disgustcd, leaves the house. was Wayburn or not.
 NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Glory struggled in Dicks arms, Her soft and yielding body had be- come a bundle of steel wire.
 You let me aIono." she panted. q won't" Dick said stubbornly. 'T won't, until you've told me whether the fellow you had in this house that day was Wayburn or not!'
 Tt wasn't Stan Wayburn" Glory cried. And you know it. Haven't I told you a dozen times that it was the man about the lamp shades"
 Dick freed her.
 Glory saw that he believed her | lie.
 I'm sorry" he said slowly. But I would have sworn it was Way burn. You'll have to forgive mo, Glory. I'm so damnably jealous of you."
 Glory tied her head up in a towel. She began to lather her face with cold cream.
 q should say you are jealous" she agreed. If you're going to think that every interior decorator or bill collector who comes to this house is Stan Wayburn, we'd better separate right now"
 She walked into the bathroom.
 My bath waters all cold now, " Glory grumbled. T was ready to take my bath half an hour ago when you started this row! . l suppose I'll die of pneumonia if bathe in this cold stuff. Then may be you'll be sorry for the cat-and- dog life you've led me-"
 She closed the door.
 "Hey, give me a kiss before l go!" Dick called. He had put on his hat and picked up his brief-case.
 But Glory had locked the door and turned the water on in the tub, She pretended not to hear him. As soon as she was dressed, Glory closed the door of her disordered house behind her and started out.
 The employment agency on Wal nut street was kept by an efficient, looking woman who said she was sure she knew the very housemaid for Glory.
 "Hcr name is Ranghild Swan son." she said. "Ill call her on the phone and send her right up tc your house to see you. I'm sure you'll like her. Mrs. Gregory"
 On the way home Glory passed Lola Houghs shabby, rambling house.
 The twins were on the front walk on their kiddie cars. The baby sa in his white buggy on the porch watching them ride up and down Lola was probably drudginG away in the house, as usual, Glor! thought to herself.
 "Where's your mother?" she ask ed suddenly of Billy, Junior.
 In vee house. maxim cookies! said Billy, "and when dem is made Betty and me Is goin' to have one Go on in, maybe she'll giv you one, too"
 on a sudden impulse Glory ral up the steps. She rang the bell.
 Come out in the kitchen" Lol Hough said when she opened tn door, I'm doing my Saturday bak ing. Smell the cookies in tn oven" ."
 Gloria followed her through tn clean rooms of the house. Tn carpets were threadhare and tn furniture worn. But there were re geraniums blooming in all the wifi dows; and the house, somehow seemed a happy place.
 "I have the time of my life o Saturdays" Lola remarked in he brisk way. "The laundry and mend ing and cleaning are all out of tn way earlier in the week. s Saturdays my day for baking an marketing. Don't you cnJo going to market, Glory? l do-"
 She opened the oven door as sh spoke. A rich spicy odor filled th sunlit kitchen.
 Gloria stared al her There wei pink spots on LOla's face. Her blu eyes were aliEht. IL was plain 10 | seen that she really was "havin ihe lime of her life" bakin cookies.
 Do l enjoy going to market Glory repeated slowly. Are yo trying to kid me, Lola? Why, 1's ,,o,-r, ,,,orI-etrJ in Yov lifa an