New Britain herald., 1925-05-14
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.by Beahice Burtpn Q l0ss NEA sER

Proper, In a jealous mood, was much easier to deal with than Dick the Model Husband. Gloria under stood him. -. She had learned all about jealousy from Stanley Wayburn.
 She went over 10 Dick and laid her small hand against his mouth.
 "Hush!" she said. You mustn't get excited like this. You1l make yourself sick! . And you know that what you're saying is crazy nonsense, anyway"
 Dicks senses ached with the long ing 10 take her in his arms. The warm nearnoss of her made his head go round. But he clenched his hands at his sides, until the nails bit into his palms.
 I'm tired" he said. q think I'll go to sleep for a while. Perhaps you'd better go."
 And to his relief. Gloria went Dick heard the door of her room close, and the bolt inside slide into place.
 That night Gloria sat for long time before her mirror.
 How long am l going on like this?" she asked her own face, as 1t glimmered at her from the silver depths of the looking -glass.
 She couldn't go 0 nbeing Dicks wife. Not while she felt as she did about Stanley Wayburn, at any rate. That much was certain.
 She found herself facing prob lem that women have faced since this world began.
 She was chained to one man. And she was sure she loved another!
 What was she going to do about it? Wasn't there some way out of 1t? There must be!
 She knew Dick would never let her go without struggle.
 Of course, she could always go DdCh lO Nbl h'
 But she shuddered at the thought of getting up at seven every morn- ing, of gulping down cup of cof- fee, and dashing downtown 10 ham, mer her fingers off on a typewriter all day,
 Ugh, she had had enough of that! It was worse than housework.
 That wasn't what she wanted to do. Not by long chalk! i There was verse pasted on her mirror. Gloria raised her eyes to read 1t, although she knew 1t by heart:
 life is but once,
 Drink the cup,
 Wear the roses,
 Live the verses, That was Glorias creed, She be- lleved in getting all the happiness there was 10 the last drop She simply was not going to he har messed 10 hard work and dullnes! if there was any way out! She wanted laughter, dancing music the jazz of life. In he1 mind, Stanley Wayburn stood fol those things.
 When she thought of Dick sht thought of meals to be cooked socks to be darned. bills to be paid long dull evenings, by the living room fire. He stood for Marriage. And Gloria was sick and tired of married life.
 If I'd only known what it wa like, I'll bet a hat I'd still be sin gle." she said to her face in the glass. It looked back at her witt brilliant, unhappy eyes.
 Gloria was struck again with the fact of her own good looks. 1 Why. she didn't need any man Not Dick, or Stan Wayburn, either
 Her face was her fortune
 Why should she be a household drudge. or an office hack. either Wi'h face like hers?
 She could carve out q future fol herself just as Kit Cameron had! On Broadway. That street O stars!
 Gloria snapped out her light ant went 10 bed.
 Against the darkness of her room she seemed to see her name in cleo tric lights above the doors of ( theater Gloria Gordon Greg ory,"
 Yes. if worse came 10 worst, sh could go on the stage to earn he own living . Kit was in Ne7 York She could show her th' z ropes,
 |, Gloria smiled as she closed he , eyes and dropped off to sleep. , The next morning Dick was no so well.
 , Something seems 10 have upse him. He'd better stay in bed all da and rest" Mrs. OHara said [ Gloria at breakfast. This is tn day have my afternoon off duty too. So perhaps you'd better si with him this afternoon, Mrs. Greg ory"
 Gloria had come downstairs hat , ted 10 go out. She drained her cot fee cup and stood up. Alright, I'll be home early" sh answered. I'm just going to I'll z over to Mrs, seymour's for littl '' while.
 . She found May having breakfaE ' at one end of the dining rooI :. table. The morning paper wa propped against the coffee pot. An
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