New Britain herald., 1925-04-22
THE STORY so FAR,

| gling lawyer. Her idea of married life Is good times. good clothes, but no children!
 Gloria has mysteries when Dick suggests that she do her own house. work. lio borrows hts mothers maid, Maggie, to teach Gloria to cook. But Gloria won't learn.
 Stanley Wayburn, an actor with whom Gloria had been in love, calls on her. Dick sees him leave the house. Gloria tells him that the. man was an interior decorator.
 Gloria invites Wayburn 10 a house warming. Dick instantly rec agnlzc' him.
 During the evening Gloria sees Wayburn kissing her friend, Myra Gail. Becoming reckless, she drinks too much, and faints away while dancing with Dr. John Seymour. whose wife, May, is in love with Jim Carewe. The party breaks up when Lola Hough "bawls out" Bill. her husband, for indiscriminSte betting" Then the disgusted Mag gie quits her job.
 Gloria hires a new maid, Rang hild Swanson, at SIS n week. Mother Gregory calls to scold Gloria for giving drinking party. While she is doing this Dick comes home.
 NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 As soon as Dick came into the room Mother Gregory rose to go.
 She gathered her furs around her shoulders and adjusted the veil on her imposing hat
 T just ran In to have a little chat with Glory" she said smiling as pleasantly as any afternoon caller. But l must run along, now. Perhaps you'll come along and tuck me into my car, Richard?"
 Gloria watched her tall husband and his mother walk down to the curbstone. They stood talking be- side Mother Gregory's car.
 About me, I'll bet!" Gloria said to herself.
 Why had Mother Gregory stopped scolding her the minute Dick came into the room, Glory wondered. Was it because she didn't want to upset Dick and his delicate stom- ach by a quarrel?
 Or was 1t because she didn't want him to know that she was interfer- ing In Glory's affairs . in the running of her house?
 If that was the case, Glory made up her mind that she'd tell Dick just what Mother Gregory had said to her. |. She's let him know that his mother couldn't come into their house and try to arrange their lives for them.
 The very idea of her trying to tell Glory whether she was to serve hard liquor or lemonade at her par ties. It was none of her business!
 Your mothers just like the mothers-in-law in the funny papers," she said when Dick came into the house. She's been trying to tell me I shouldn't have had cocktails at last nights party. Gosh, I'd hate to sit through one of her bone-dry dinners. They must be ghastly."
 Dick didn't answer her. He stood watching her futile efforts to wipe some stains from the hall mirror.
 Here, give me that duster!" he said finally. You ehinny upstairs and make the beds. I'll clean up, down here. |. I'm the worlds best parlor maid, If you only knew it."
 Glory stood watching him for a minute or two.
 In his own way Dick was quite good looking, she thought.
 He was tall and thin. And there was an eager look in his face |. in the quick movements of his body that made him seem splendidly alive.
 or course he wasn't hand some, Ike Stan Wayburn.
 Gloria knew every detail of Stan Wayburn by heart. The cleft in his chin. his polished black hair, his ice-blue eyes and his thrilling way of looking at you. Dick came toward her across the living room, showing the vacuum sweeper ahead of him as he came. He left broad dusty streaks on the rug behind him.
 Glory laughed.
 Gosh, but you're doing a bum job of house cleaning" she said. Dick dropped the sweeper and caught her in his arms 10 kiss away her laughter. NO! No" Glory cried. With all her strength she pushed him away from her and ran upstairs.
 Stan Wayburn had held Myra in his arms just that way last night! =. The very thought of him was like a knife twisting in her heart.
 What was there about Myra Gail that made all the men fall in love with her, Glory wondered. Myra, with her sullen gray eyes, wasn't even pretty. She talked very little in her drawing, husky voice. She did not try to please any one, particularly.
 It must be her clothes that made her so alluring |. that turned the trick, Glory decided. For there was no doubt that Myra had wonderful clothes. She bought l them in Paris.
 =. Glory stopped making beds and opened the door of her clothes closet.
 i With a new scorn she surveyed the dresses hanging there. A few weeks ago when she had bought them for her rousseau she had