New Britain herald., 1926-08-04
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OH!' She gave a soft little cry ( surprise, and her eyes widened { they fell on someone standing the doorway of the dining room.
 Cabby turned M his chair an
 saw who it was, too.
 Muriel Kaufman was standin
 there, smarter and more strikin
 than usual in a plain black sui with a fresh gardenia pinned on he shoulder.
 It was the first time Merry ha seen her since the house party a the Crows Nest.
 "Go and get her. Cabby," sh said. But before Cabby had tim to push his chair back and rise Muriel was gone. With a very red face Cabby slic back into his seat. He looked ex tremely uncomfortable. Hmm! I should have known bet ter than to come in here" he nut tered, more to himself than tS Merry. "Muriel knows that she car usually find me here If I'm out ot | the office. l often slip in here al odd hours for bite. She seemed tc be sore as a pup. didn't she?" Merry blew cigaret smoke from her dainty little nostrils, and gave a little sneering laugh.
 Why are you upset?" she asked pertly. You're not tied to her apron strings, are you?"
 T would be if she had any" Cab by answered, looking miserable. I'm engaged to her, you know. Her folks haven't announced it yet, but I am, all the came. Gosh. I'll have some party squaring myself with her. won't F"
 Merry shrugged her shoulders.
 She's awfully jealous of you, isn't she?" she asked carelessly. You know, she hasn't spoken 10 me since the house party that Cassie had, over Labor Day. And We used to be awfully good friends - Muriel and l."
 She got up to go. It was no fun sitting here with man whose thoughts were busy with another girl.
 "Bye-bye, Cabby," she said, shak- ing hands with him when they were out on the street once more. After I'm all squared up with Les Pur- cells wife. I'll go around and square myself with Muriel."
 II surely do get into more hot water" she thought as she started back to the beauty shop. And the worst of it is that I try to behave myself all the time"
 That night Cassie sent her car oyer to Chester street for her.
 q wonder what she wants with ne" Merry said to her mother when Forbes, the chauffeur, gave Ter Cassies message.
 Cassie had had a chauffeur for nore than a month now. And not ,nly did she have car and chauf- eur, but Morley 'ras building a new louse for her, too. She was one of those clever Wom- n who know just how to work" a nan for everything there is in him. There are not many women like her n the world. Most of us struggle along, trying | 0 make both ends meet, trying to | eep a husband happy and family l ealthy and well. Most of us are hankful for two new hats year. roof over our heads and sewing lachine to make the children some CIV school clothes.
 But not Cassie Locke Kaufman he wanted the whipped d-cream of | fe for herself, and the rest of he people were perfectly welcome ) the dregs. She knew how to md a soft spot for herself, just s kitten instinctively knows that lere is a warm corner behind the ,ove.
 Merry found her curled up in ne corner of lowered damask ofa before the living-room fire in CT luxurious flat. She was in a green silk lounging { 1be that matched her cats eyes, nd her feet were stuck into green { jules. { She had book in her hand, but | ut it down when her sister walked ( ito the room. -+ .F
 Take off your things" she said, joking at her with direct un- niling gaze. T want to have a < ng talk with you - about your- f ,lf." f Merry tossed her coat and her ] ew fall hat down on a chair by \ le windows. She took cigaret t om a silver box beside the chair Id lit it. Then she sat down on s foot-stool that stood in front of | e grate. I
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