New Britain herald., 1925-06-18

at last that she loves DICK. when she goes back 10 her parents home. her mother gives her letter from Dick.
 NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Glorias heart beat fast. A tele- gram coming in the dead of night couldn't have startled her more than this letter from Dick. What was in it? What did he have to say 10 her?
 Her fingers pressed the envelope. There seemed 10 be several folds of paper within it,
 But without opening it, Gloria slipped it into her apron pocket. She could feel the eyes of her father and mother watching her. She knew that they were waiting for her 10 open the letter .. to tell them what Dick had written. But, somehow or other, she want cd to be all alone when she read that letter.
 There was just q wildSchance that Dick was asking her to come back to him, in il. And If he wants pe I'll go home this very night" GIo- ria promised herself. l She raised her eyes to the cuckoo clock that hung above the side. i board. Half past seven! . In an other hour or two she might be ir Dicks arms, again!
 With an effort she went on talk ing: "I saw May Seymour thii afternoon, Mother. Shes goint away from New Britain. Says she'l never come back here as long al she lvcs.'
 Goris's mother forgot all abou the letter in this exciting piece o news.
 Well, l should just think sh' would go away. l should thinl r she'd be ashamed to show her fac' among decent people, anywhere! she said, with spirit. q always tolc you she was no good, didn't I? What was the name of that maj she used to run around with, righ under her poor husbands nose?"
 Jim Carewe," Gloria answered And what do you think? He's go ing to be married to some little gir just ont of school next fall, Tn engagement was announced in tn paper the other day"
 An expression that plainly sai T told you sol" flashed across Mr. Gordon's face. She was "Mr' Grundy" herself, at that moment,
 T never saw it to fail 10 hap pen," she cried, Men will I'll around and have d good time wit women like May Seymour. Bu when they settle down, they marr some girl who still thinks tn moons made of green cheese"
 Gloria laughed.
 "Mother, you amuse me-" sh said. Nobody thinks the moon made of green cheese, any nor Flappers of seventeen know moi than their grandmothers knew seventy"
 Mrs, Gordon shook her head. "( c course, if you think that knowir how to shimIny or roll cigaret knowing anything, you're right she said. but we old-fashionC women weren't so slow. When j. was your age I could run hou all myself . washing. ironin baking. Eyerything!'
 "Yes, and she used 10 make ( my shirts, too," Gloria's fath added, mildly. And your lit dresses, Glory. Remember how GU she used to look in those pil gingham dresses, Mother?"
 Mrs. Gordon nodded. Her hl eyes filled with tears as she look across the table at Gloria. This " a terrible thing for her .. '. Il breach between Gloria and Die Like 8 death in the family. almo That this should have happen 10 her httle Glory! The little daug tersfor whom she had worked a prayed for twenty years. -.
 Gloria read her mothe thoughts. She carried her disf into the kitchen, and then ran | stairs 10 her tiny bedroom.
 With shaking fingers she tC open the envelope.
 She shook out the paper that V in 1t -. a double sheet. fold
 around a check. A check for <
 That was all.
 There wasn't a word written
 the paper . not A word. Just
 money the check. As if mor . were all she wanted!
 50 that's the letter I've bt
 having chills and fever about,
 the last fifteen minutes! No
 ing but a measIy check" she s5
 rucfully.
 She sank down on the edge her bed. turning the slip of pa ! over and over in her fingers. TT she looked into the envelope O
 more just to make sure { ] there was no letter from Dick I 1t. But there was none. 4 Gloria tore the envelope into zI pieces. and flung the check dc 4 on her dresser. That hit Of pa d .... It was the death blow to 1 hopes.