New Britain herald., 1925-04-09
CHAPTER I


 endless job.
 Poor Mother! How hard she worked!
 There was nothing for her but housework and her family, year after year. Ye gods, what life! A woman was either a slave or a doll.
 But if she was slave, it was her own fault. And that's all there was to 1t.
 Gloria had made up her mind that she was through with hard work forever, last week when she had said goodby to her typewriter and her job In Elm street.
 Gloria lifted the old wedding dress from the bed, and put it on clothes hanger in the closet. But the silk was heavy and the dress slid or into head on the floor.
 "Mother!" Gloria called down. sairs, Twill you come up here right away? I want you to help me with this tricky dress. It keeps falling off the hanger"
 | Gloria Gordon's mother was small brown wren of woman. Al her life she had "babied" her beau tiful daughter.
 Now she hung the dress neatly Il the closet. Then she turned dow Gloria'e bed, and put a hot wate bottle between the sheets.
 Dear me, Glory" she fretted, " don't know how ever you're goini to get along without me to take car of you, when you're married an gone."
 Don't you worry about me-" tn girl answered, 'I'n be taken car of all right. That's what ] mean today when told him I didn't wan to learn anything about houseworh You see, if don't know how to d | it, Dick will have to hire a maid 10 lime right from the start"
 She set her lovely mouth in a firr red line.
 "I had different ideas when wa a bride" Mrs. Gordon said quietl'
 q thought 8 woman ought to hel
 her husband"
 T know you did. Your idea
 married life was to take care of you
 husband. Mine is that he is to taR
 care of mel" Gloria shrilled. "WheI you ran a carpet sweeper I'm goin to run an automobile' i've made up my mind that IT going to be Dicks sweetheart . , not his housekeeper. I'm going stay in bed every day until noon. ar keep my looks and my husband!
 She crossed the room to her dres ing table. She leaned forward ar studied her face in the mirror. She knew that she was beautitl She had ed-gold hair and dark ey and lasheS Her skin was smoo'
 and white as gardenia. And u forces that had modelled her featur had made them clear and fine. But behind this sweet and wor anly mask, she was vividly al t contented and eager for life. Al
 Nfe-with a capital Twas begi e ming tomorrow with her weddil
 day! e Tomorrow she would burst Tor s like a butterfly from its cocoon, al = fiy away. Away from this shab d house, and the alarm clock that h. '- wrenched her from sleep at sev l, every morning for the last t' d years. Away from the necessity e working six days a week as typ 'f for a real estate firm on Elm ~re
 And mixed up with Gloria's 70 IS for Dick Gregory was an enormo le gratitude toward him for taking ! 70 away from all thus to life of ca 5 with him.
 At least, Gloria intended that 10 should be ease -. and luHu Id too. She was tired of penny-pinchi i'd and hard work. Dead tired. i'd A job and a business career VI ot all very we'll in their way for g
 who weren't beautiful and desira iy girls whom men didn't want ks But with face like hers le Then she turned out the lights ao' he the dressing table. he She climbed into bed, pulled nd covers around her shoulders, to sleepuy kissed her mother g' li- night.
 ey Two hours later she sat up Int bed wide awake, with the feel D. that someone had called her.
 She listened. No sound in is- darkened house.
 nd Then suddenly she heard a n- Bob White" whistle out of doors ne Dick!
 -as She swung her feet over the .ae of the bed, and flew to the wind
 There he stood down on the moo