New Britain herald., 1925-05-16
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 theater 10 hunt mo up, If you ro- member, knew what ailod you. You were bored with married life. You wanted something moro exciting -. more iaazy. You wanted q love affair with me. Now, be honest with yourself! Didn't you?"
 He leaned forward and took Gloria's glovcd hands In his.
 You're just n poppy young flap per. who got married too soon," he said "You1l settle down after a while, and be fine wife, Youll forget you ever knew me-
 'Is that what you want mo to do?" Gloria asked, Now that you're leaving town, you're perfectly con- tented not to see me again. aren't you? You want mo not to bother you any more, don't you? You're tired Of me-"
 I'm not going for two weeks or more" Wayburn answered. "ln the meantime, l want to see you just as often as you'll let me see you, Russet. And. let's not quarrel, any more. -. What's the use?"
 Gloria opened the door of the au- tomobile, and slipped out of it. Years afterward, when Stanley Way burn thought of her. he saw her as she was now her eyes full of unshed tears, her soft mouth trem- bling.
 T won't see you again" she said briefly. "Goodby. stan
 Wayburn watched her run up the front steps of the hospital, and dis appear within its swinging doors.
 Along about day after tomorrow she'll be calling me up again." he said comfortably to himself. T know womcn."
 He turned down tine brim of his | hat, turned up the collar Of his coat. and went away through the santing gray rain, whistling My flapper Wife
 The combined smell of ether and carbolic acid made Gloria a little faint and dizzy as she walked through the hospital.
 A fresh checked nurse led her tc bare little room at the end of a long hall on the third floor.
 As soon as they bring Mrs Gregory down from the operating room. I'll let you know" she said and went away.
 There was q pile of magazines on fumcd-oak table in the middle of the room. Gloria picked one up, and settled down with it, in an un- comfortable wicker rocking chair. She turned the pages idly. Then she took off her hat and tossed it onto the table. She leaned back against the chair and went to sleep She was awakened by the chatter of dishes and silver. Outside the door of the waiting-room was a large cart, laden with trays of food for the patients.
 Gloria glanced at her wrist. watch. It was tive-thirty. Surely il must be time for them to be bring. ing Mother Gregory back from tht operating room.
 At last, Gloria got mp and walket out into the hall. A few yards away from where she stood was another cart, From it came a tiny sound like the Chceping Of small hungry robins She walked over to the cart.
 On 1t, with their little pink hand, 1 waving in the air, were foul little babies tucked into a nest of sof' white wool. Gloria looked at then curiously.
 Aren't they the cutest things yol ever saw" asked a gay voice bo. hind Gloria. She turned to see the little tresh-faced nurse standing there.
 It's their feeding time. That's why they're hoWling," she ex. plained. 'Td let you hold one of them for a minute, but it's against the rules Of the hospital"
 Gloria shrank away from her. "Oh, I wouldn't want to hold one"' she cried. "I'd be afraid of hurting il! I don't know how tc hold ba aby!"
 The little nurse stared.
 A woman doesn't have 10 learn how 10 hold baby. She just knows how. the minute she takes it in her arms. It's born in her" she said.
 She gave GIorla a lue,r, puzzled look as she truI.u. 1 he baby cart away.
 That v. n's bor1 in V est wom en- she added. "Of course, there are few that don't like babies specially. But I think they're un- natural and ."