New Britain herald., 1926-05-06
rned into

{ his bedroom. Q There was a telegram from Mir.
 Sunshine at Morton's office next s morning,
 What shall I do with this chorus do We put on our production or has l the young lady quit please answer ] quick. A. Sunshine" he message read.
 Morton rubbed his ear collectively. Take this telegram" he said to Parrish. It's to Abe Sunshine. New York. Will let you know in day or two. Meantime better keep them rehearsng'."
 Parrish paused. with his pencil upraiscd, waiting for further orders.
 Parrish, said Morton, when you start any place, driving 8 young filly you've got 10 count on at least one runaway. having the dashboard kicked out, getting into the ditch once or twice, and en- toying q lot Of excitement en route"
 "I know that" agreed Parrish. "I've broken a few colts myself. Are you going 10 buy a lilly, sir?" I Morton's eyelds quivered, but he i suppressed his smile.
 "I was just thinking" he said and pursued the subject no further.
 Toward noon, a woman caller was announced. Morton frowned as he was told the name.
 "All right--Show her in" he said with something like groan. Rising, he greeted his visitor. She sat down. He remained standing. as if to convey the thought that her call should be short. She was the woman who had been waiting for him at the door of l the building, a month or so before.
 My dear Mir. Norton" she said now, how glad I am to see you! I saw you coming from the station with Audrey-dear little Audrey! 1 How is the child?"
 Morton's answer was impatient. "Quite well, thank you. What did you want to see me about?"
 She drew her chair forward, beaming into his face. This is very confidential" she said. Morton drew back, and sat down. Sho dragged her chair after him.
 Its about Charles" she said. Hes been acting dreadfully, and I want 10 ask your advice" But I'm not 9 lawyer" he pro- tested. "W-hy don't you see an at torney?"
 1 She looked at him coyly, through 1 lowered eyelids. But, she said, its about YOU"
 About me? What has your hus- pand to do with me-" She leaned over, and tapped him on the sleeve.
 You see. dear Mir. Morton, he's ! jealous of yOu," | He leaped to his feet, with an e1- clamation. Why in the name of all that's holy should he be jealous of me-"
 She simpered. Perhaps it Is be- offered. You know all of us girls talk about you!" Morton walked up and down the room, running his fingers through his hair. perplexedly. How far has this thing gone? What does he say? What is he going to do?"
 His visitor smiled, with visible satisfaction.
 He says he's going to sue for d. vorce, on account of you!" Morton sat down, heavily. With intent eyes he studied the woman before him.
 T wish you would explain this nonsense" he said, slowly.
 She drew a mirror from her hand bag, and with pencil i'm proved the line of an eyebrow.
 T was afraid he would come in here and raise an awful scene" she told him. T wanted to warn you"
 That doesn't explain anything" he said. What have you beer doing, anyway-seeking a thrill?"
 She leaned forward. and smiled at him.
 You ARE thrilling, you know, MT. Norton" she confided.
 "Poppy-cock!" he said. Look here, Mrs, Carver, have never seen anything of you. except when I met you at a dance, and the two or three times you've been at this office. You came without my in v!tation. What idiotic nonsense have you been telling that husband of yours, anyway"
 The lady drew herself up.
 Tt won't be 'popy-cock', as you call it, when my husband sees you" she said. coldly. You can't trife with my affections without paying the penalty"
 She arose, and started for the door. "A man whose life is & scandal in this community, bringing women from New York and putting them up at the hotel, hasn't much defense when he tampers with the life of an innocent married woman"
 She raised her handkerchief to her eyes, and fumhling for the knob, turned it, and took her departure.
 Well I'll be-" said Morton to himself.
 He leaned back in his chair and considered, rubbing his chin from time to time. At last he thought fully returned to his work. He said nothing to Parrish about his wom- an visitor, but kept the young man engaged in making entries in his small private account books,
 He did not leave the office for luncheon.
 Bring me a sandwich, or some- thing" he told Parrish.
 When the latter returned from his own lunch, Morton told him that he was not to be disturbed for the remainder Of the day.
 But, he said. T have an idea a fellow named Carver is coming up