New Britain herald., 1926-06-26
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chum, FAY SHIRLEY.
 Hcartbrokeu, Sylvia gives him up, much to the satisfaction of her
 AUNT AGONY, the shrewd old
 maid who reared her. Aunt Agony
 say Rauny will never be true to any woman for very long, Her opinion of him seems to be correct, too. For suddenly he drops Fay and Syl- via marries him, after all.
 Their married life is not happy 10 start with. For Fanny hates 10 be tied down, and gradually he returns to his old Misunderstanding love af- fair after love affair, and gambling with his old cronies. He spends so much money on himself that Sylvia
 has to give music lessons 10 keep things going.
 When the baby is born, Sylvia has 10 turn the dark little break fast room of their tiny flat into q bedroom for him. And when he fin
 ally dies, Sylvia has a nervous breakdown-rc-using ever to go into the flat again, and refusing to see Fanny. But he finally convinces her that he loves fer, even though he was having a love affair with q girl
 in his office at the time Of the baby's death, and couldn't be found
 for hours. And she comes back to him, and they make Q fresh start.
 With S2110 that Sylvia made writing : - they begin payments on the ]. hite House where the second ' girl, is born. Ranny settled do. ... business in his fath, or's firm oI HANSON PHELPS & SON, and everything goes well until BABS DELANO comes to town.
 Babs, a librarian, is a guest at Sylvias house while she hunts flat. Failing to attract PETER WILK, a bachelor who once asked Sylvia 10 marry him. Babs turns her attention upon Ranny. One night she tells Ranny that Peter is in love with Sylvia, and Fanny puts him out or the house. The next day Peters old sister MISS SARAH WILK, who has known Sylvia from sends for her and tells her that Peter cares for her, and asks her not 70 have him at her house any more. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY)
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 All the way home in her taXicab Sylvia thought over what Sarah had just told her.
 Of course, she herself had always known that Peter was half in love with her. She had grown used 10 the fact-just as she had grown used to the fact that grass is green and sunshine warm. II meant very little to her, one way or the other.
 She had known it long before Fanny had pointed it out 10 her by his insane jealousy of Peter.
 She had known long before Babs had giggled about it ill her catty way.
 She had known about it long be- fore this morning, when Sarah had told her that sC metimes Peter walk ed the floor for hours after he came home from his visits to the Little White House.
 It was hard to believe. Somehow, Sylvia couldn't imagine Peter, the staid and the matter-of-fact Peter losing sleep over her or any other woman.
 But she knew that it was true, or Sarah never would have sent for her to tell her about. Sarah wasn't the kind of person who imagined things.
 But why in the world couldn't Peter have fallen in love with Babs, and married her?" she asked her self. as she paid the taxi driver and turned toward the Little White House, "She would have made a of a wife for him. Both of them crazy about books and pie lures and things"
 Then she stopped thinking about Peter and Babs Delano, as she halfway up the front walk, to admire the Little White House. Her eyes passed over tbe windows with their dotted muslin curtains and the window boxes filled with tiny evergreens to the door with it's brass knocker and the fan-light above it.
 She loved the little house almost as if it were alive. Its friendly walls, with the sun shining on them. held all her earthly happiness. Fanny and the baby, and her love for them.
 "Oh, but l wish Babs would find a flat and go." Sylvia thought for the hundredth time, as she fitted her key into the lock, and opened the door.
 She liked Babs. of course in way. But she had been here for nearly two weeks, now and was fast wearing out her welcome.
 For one thing, she never helped with the work. And Sylvia and the little maid got up three elaborate ! meals a day for her. That took time. i not 10 mention money.
 She was sloppy, too. She scattered 1 all over Sylvia's room, and i she had taken all the finish from the top of the dressing table by spilung d bottle of perfume all over f. She Jeff her nightgown and on the floor every morning for Sylvia 10 pick up and put away,
 Her brush, full of fluff and hair, decorated the bathroom shelf from morning 10 night; and she always had a bowl of clay face-pack on the kitchen window sill
 "Irs q wonder to me that Ranny doesn't mind having her around" Sylvia thought, as she stepped noise lessly in 10 the vestibule of the house. and began to take off her ovcrshOes.
 Then, suddenly, she heard Ranny l and Babs talking together in the liv- ing room at the left of the hall.
 "Yes, you're right. l wasn't made ! for a business man." Fanny was | saying "But what's a man to do l when he's married, and has wife l md family? It keeps his nose down |
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