New Britain herald., 1925-04-18
THE STORY so FAR

she recklessly drinks too much. She faints away in the arms of pr. John Seymour whose wife, May, is in love with Jim Carewe. Dick car- ries her up to bed. |
 Lola Hough spells the party when she "bawls out" Bill, her husband, for making love 10 May Seymour. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 Glory listened to Lola and Dick go downstairs together.
 Then, in a little while, she heard Bills voice calling to her from the lower hall.
 "Nighty-night, Glory" he bawled at the top of his lungs. Sorry Lola grabbed your party!"
 Glory laughed.
 "She didn't crab 1t every body ought to have a hot time at a house warming, anyway" she called. Good night, old timer! Good night, Lola!"
 =. Then she heard the sound of Bil's wheezy old car backing out Of the driveway. Asthma" Bill called his car.
 What nice old thing Bill was in spite of his drinking and his card playing!
 After all, 1t was probably Lola's fault that he acted the way he did! . A pretty woman who knew how to "vamp" a man could make him do anything under the sun that she wanted him to do. =. But Lola had lost all interest in "vamp- ing" Bill or looking pretty for him So of course she had lost him.
 No man wanted to sit around q house alone while his wife spent every minute bathing and feeding and rocking three children, either. .. What poor simp Lola was!
 Half asleep, Glory went on think ing. ...
 Stan Wayburn's good-looking face fioated into her mind, She wondered if Stan had kissed Myra Gail to give her thrill" or because he had wanted to kiss l her. =.
 Myra wasn't so awfully alluring, But she had way with her, at that! And she knew lot about books, and plays and things. -.
 Glory fell asleep.
 | She was awakened by Dicks voice.
 Glory! Wake up." he was saying. "Maggic's having a brainstorm down in the kitchen. Says she's going back to Mothers house to- night. Have you said anything to hurt her feelings? If you have, 1 for the love of Mike, go down and beg her pardon Glory. Glory"
 He shook her again. But Gloria was fairly drugged with sleep and alcohol.
 Dick shook her again. She opened her topaz eyes.
 What in the world are you screeching about? Leave me alone!" she said grossly.
 Dick lifted her out of bed and set her on the rug in her bare feet.
 Put on your slippers and kimo- no and run down to Maggie" he said. Shes going home tonight, she says. If you want a maid, you'd better go and stop her!"
 Glory went downstairs.
 In the kitchen Maggie was strap ping a buIging suitcase. She had put on her hat. Her coat was thrown over chair.
 Now where do you think you're going in the middle of the night ? Glory asked.
 Maggie glared at her.
 That's my business" sht snapped, But I can tell you on' thing. Mrs. Gregory. :. . I'll not bt stopping another night in a hous' like this! Women drinking anc smoking and carrying on right il front of my eyes. Look at your self. Hardly able to stand" It was true that Gloria coulc hardly stand She was still fain and dizzy. She leaned against tn cold stove.
 ' i've always worked for decen people and been decent. my l self" Maggie went on. I've kep myself to myself for forty-fve years
 and no cheap actor Is going t , chuck me under the chin, my lady | Let me tell you that" . "Who chucked you under tn ] chin?" Glory asked swcetly. } "Oh, that actor that MI : Smart Aleck. the one you cal : stan" Maggie answered. Sh | tossed her head.
 7 "Oh Maggie, it must have bee l accidental! I'm sure he didn't mea , 10 do it" Glory said. She laughe I in spite of herself. The thought c l Stan Wayburn chucking the elderl I Maggie under her fat chin was to
 funny. Y Well, anyway, I'm going <. and I'm going tonight" Maggie dc r 1 clared.
 3 She began 10 put on her coat.
 "Oh. Maggie, you wouldn't leav p me 10 clean up this mess of hous $ all alone, would you?" Glory wa ] on the verge Of tears.
 The kitchen table was filled wit
 sticky glasses. The sink was pile
 high with plates waiting to | . washed. Some salad dressing va " splashcd against the wall, u And Gloria knew that the rest ( h the house was filtered with cigart S ashes and stubs, with wilted Howe
 petals, and all the rest of the sordi
 souvenirs Of a wild" party.
 "I'm sure it's not my fault ihs a the house is mess. II was as nes t as a new pin this afternoon
 and should be. now" Maggie sai