New Britain herald., 1926-06-04

| Aunt Agony, tells Sylvia he has come for the fifty dollars she had promised to lend him. Aunt Agony steps into view and tells him she wants to talk to him about it.
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 CHAPTER XVI | Sylvia knew that there was no earthly use in trying to stop Aunt Agony now. No use to say a word. And besides, her voice seemed to lave left hcr--seemed to have been carried away by the hot waves of air | that drifted mp from the sun-baked street below the open windows of The Nest.
 She watched Fanny come in jauntily from the hall, his hat in his hand and a ring of perspiration around the dark gold of his hair. How wonderful 10 look at he was. she thought-Iile some Greek god brought down into this twentieth century and dressed in a pale-gray suit and a blue necktie. He came over to her and kissed her once on the mouth before he swung around 10 Aunt Agony.
 "Yes, Aunt he asked, and impu- dently planted the same kind of sa- lute on her colorless lips.
 Aunt Agony flushed. Don't you kiss me, you young deyil!" she said sharply. Don't you try to get around Ime with your soft-soaping and pal Iavering, because you can't do it, I'm on to you-and your tricks"
 She took a clean white square handkerchief from her handbag and rubbed her lips with it.
 Fanny had always "kidded' Aunt Agony and that was one Of the req sons why she hated him as she did, land Fanny knew it.
 His blue eyes twinkled now as he looked at her Wont you give mo just little love, little kiss" he asked. Come on. now, he big heartcd, for once"
 But Aunt Agony pushed him away from her.
 But Aunt Agony pushed him away .from her.
 You sit down. you" she cried, you with your one-way pockets! Borrowing money from your wife money that gave her." Words fail cd her and she gave that snort Of Iltcrs that meant so much more thaa any words.
 The twinkle died out on Fanny s eyes and his face was as hard as flint as he turned it towards Sylvia. "So you've been boo-hooing to your aunt because I wanted 10 borrow a little money from you just to tide me
 over til tomorrow" he said to her and he WAS scornful.
 She's been doing nothing of the
 kind" snapped Aunt Agony. "You
 gave yourself away when you opened
 that door" She pointed dramati-
 cally to the door of The Nest and then went on;
 You gave yourself away when
 you came in an daslIed Sylvia to lend
 you her fifty dollars-do you thinl,
 I'm deaf? l heard you!"
 Ranny was speechlcss, Sylvia gave tuHt IDOh dI HIS IlNt fIi Itu "
 him. She knclt down beside his chai
 and drew his head down 10 hel
 breast.
 Aunt Agony" she said, looking up at the tall, gaunt woman whC , was the only mother she had evcl , had, Aunt Agony if you're goinE
 to say things like this to Fanny , must ask you not to come here tt I this house any more. cant let 7 you or anybody-talk to him tn . way you just talked 10 him." Aunt Agonys old face seemed l. r grow years older as she stood thero ) trying to take in the meaning 0 Q what Sylvia had just said to her | There was look on ii that the gir < never forgot--a look of surpris = mingled with unberable pain. Q It slowly cleared away, like r storm passing over a town. and Aun l Agony was once more her alert = keen self.
 v She started for the door, and o Q her way she picked up Sylvia's littl
 embroidered handbag and took th k fifty dollar bill out of it. . "Very well!' she said. 'Ill go-- q and I'll not come back! But I'll talk e this money with me. I'd rathe u throw it away than give it to tha e creature!" She pointed a Fanny. e And even in her fury and he T. grief she did not forget her proverl T h.
 goes like this: I taught you to swin - and now you'd drown mel Think " over Sylvia! Think over what you'y - done to me after all the years ( .1 love and sacrifice I've given you. Y, she said, and slammed the door bt Il hind her.
 f There was utter stiffness in t1
 little flat for q few minutes after sl d had gone.
 o Then Fanny got up. lit cigar, Ie and walked over to the window d that faced the street. y "The boys are still down thel e waiting for me-" ne remarked car, SC lessly. Sound your dough, Sylvi )" and see if you have enough to stal m me for this afternoon. Twenty do n. lars will do, l guess" 'u Without a word Sylvia went oI N into the kitchen where her hous sya keeping money still lay on the tab 'o and peeled off a twenty dollar bi n, She took it back to Ranny, who w! if standing at the window. where Il ,d yellow silk curtains swung in tl
 hot breeze. .. sl "Goly, the old bird certainly h -. a tongue in her head hasn't she = he asked, nodding his head in u direction that Aunt Agony h. : taken
 | Sylvia looked at him, with appe
 in her gray-Violet eyes.
 . Don't talk about her, Ran, dear