New Britain herald., 1925-07-30
THE STORY so FAR.

heHNllN NelIed, so as 10 escape recognition, May comes late one rainy fall night, 10 the home of her lawyer. Dick Gregory, and Gloria, his wife.
 She tells Gloria, who is her close friend, how the story of Dr. Johns suicide has followed her every where. And so she has made mp her mind to convert everything she has into cash and go 10 Europe. where no one will know hor and where she may be able to 'land' 8 husband,
 Dick promises 10 sell her hold ings for her.
 Next morning she goes to see Ulysses x, Forgan, q wealthy wid- owor, who is in the real estate busi- hess, to ask him to sell her house. She breaks down when she tells him why she wants to sell the house and leave town for good. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 In his time Ulysses x. Torgan, like many another man, had seen many a woman cry.
 And the sight of tears had come to have no more effect npon him than the sound of laughter. The passing years had made him hard - hard. and cold as Besscmer steel.
 His dead wife. Sarah, had always cried when she wanted her own way. His only daughter, Sally, had always cried when she wanted her own way. Ulysses was used 10 tears. For thirty years his life had been dampened by them.
 But the weeping of tho slim woman who sat beside his desk at this moment, was not like any other weeping that Ulysses had ever wit messed.
 For one thing, May made no noise when she cried. She did not, as Ulysses put it 10 himself, "blub- ber." Her nose did not swell. Her eyes did not redden.
 The tears simply rolled from them down upon her ivory checks, and her scarlet mouth trcmbled. She cried beautifully, dabbng her eyes with a small handkerchief.
 There, there" Ulysses found himself saying in the soothing tone a father might have used to calm his crying baby. Don't cry. Don't cry"
 May drew long sobbing breath. All right" she faltered, Il won't
 She raised her eyes to Ulysses in an April smile. Then tho smile faded from her face, leaving 1t very grave.
 You, Mir Forgan" she said, as if d sudden, arresting thought had come to her, "are a man of iron. l saw that the minute l laid eyes on you. There l said to myself, is a man of iron.
 Ulysses moved uncomfortably In his swivel chair. It was years since q woman had taken tho trouble to talk to him about himself 10 tlattcr him.
 It's true" he answered stiitly. "that life has made me more or less stony, perhaps, Mrs, Seymour"
 "No, mo-" May shook her head, stones crumble, sometimes. Iron doesn't. You're iron! You wouldn't care if people said cruel, scandalous things about you, You wouldn't feel it, would you? =. And cor- tainly you wouldn't be cowardly enough to run away"
 Ulysses took off his horn-rimmed glasses, and looked sharply at May.
 "Is that what you're doing? Run ming away" he asked, 'ls that why you want to sell your house? So you need never set foot in New Britain again?"
 May nodded. She pressed her handkerchief 10 her eyes. once more.
 q can't face them Q. the peo- pie in this town" she sobbcd, You probably know what they said when my husband shot himself - that it was because I was in love With Jimmy Carewe ."
 Tears choked her voice.
 Ulysses leaned back in his chair, frowning. Somehow CT other the thought of this Mrs. Seymour hay ing an affair with Jim Ccrewc or any other man was most disQuiet- ing 10 him.
 No fool like an old fool!" he re- minded himself scornfully. But was fifty so very old? Rather the peak of life, wasn't it?
 He looked down at his hands Hard, strong, calloused ones they were. tanned by many suns and winds Not the hands of an old man surely!
 He pressed them with quick downward movement on May's shoulders, for just an instant, He heard the little gasp of surprise she gave. But she said nothing.
 There was a long silence fin the office. broken only by the sunny buzzing sound Of a blue-botue fly.
 Ulysses got up, presently, and walked over 10 the window. He stood with his hands in his pocke 8 looking down into the monday hustle of Main street.
 Now, about your house, Mrs Seymour" he said in an ordinary tone. pulling himself together. "Ot course, I can sell ii. if you've really made up your mind 10 get rid of it Although I think you're foolish not to hang on to it, for a while. .'
 He stpped abruptly, Wheeled, and sat down at his desk again.
 Look here" he went on, "why do you run away like this? Why don't you stay right here in your own town, and face all the talk and scandal? You've been away for a year. Have you been happy all ot that time?"