New Britain herald., 1926-03-29

Don't you-all of you! he insisted.
 Morton laughed as he reached across the table for match.
 The girl gazed him sombery. For long while she made reply, but studied his face he blew careless smoke wreaths from his cigaret.
 "You and your women." she said suddenly Her eweled fingers cung together, hard until her knuckles showed white. Your that's the only trouble, didn't make that trouble. You made t!'
 Morton laughed again.
 'Whats the matter with my women?" he inquired. Aren't you one of them?" After moment he added: Maybe you're the only one."
 Her black eyes narrowed and her lips drew back over her white teeth
 "That isn't so! I'm not! don't mean anything to you at a She took the tall glass that stood before her, and drained it. Then she turned her bare shoulder to him and stared at the dancers in the center of the room
 It o'clock in the morning, and activities at the night club in full swing. The small - prisingy small to yield the immense profit that said to flow to it's proprietor Two dozen tables at the most crowded about the tiny dance floor
 Nearly all the tables filled, with and girls in evening dress langud couple danced to the music of moaning orchestra The folk at the tables equally languid watched them, picking at the scany food that lay their plates and drinking. Now and then waiter lowing of the tables would slip pint bottle of whisky, wrapped in napkin into the lap of guest,
 In one corner young asleep, his head his arm The girl who sat with him held her protecngy over his shoulder Next to her sat with pasty, deadWhe face who automatically took glass after glass of liquor His eyes glazed; fishy. He stared straight before him, never moving except to fill his glass; lift it, drain it, and fill it again. There was woman with him, who talked, but he did not look at her, Morton followed the gaze of his girl companion for moment and then turned to a survey of her.
 b.;r nd dol;c+ to her small head single strand of pearls hung around her neck moving her full bosom she breahed. Her rounded and shapely, adorned only with broad bracelet wrist Her dress of gold tissue. "Prety fair taste, he commented, half aloud,
 She turned toward him. "What?'
 T saying to myself, he sad that you dressed in pretty fair taste"
 She shrugged her shoulders. Thanks it cost enough this outfit"
 Possessing himself of of her hands he examined it. Fingers slender trace of work; too many ringsbu they all too many Two of the rings are good ones."
 Her attention, though, had wandered She looked about the again. watching the dancers for moment and then inspecting the couples that sat near her.
 "What do people come here for?" she demanded.
 Morton dropped her hand "Why not?"
 "Oh," she said, they all look so ghasty bored. And no in being tough.'
 She held out her glass, and Morton filled it. from silver flask.
 "'Then why be tough?' he quered
 Because they're all blasted foos' she said. "m fool. You're you're - don't know whether you're fool not
 She held her glass before her. inspecting it. and then looked at him as she had before, searchingly.
 Do you realize" she continued that I've known you nearly year. and don't know any about you than did at first? don't know whether you are married or not. don't know whether you anything about me- not. don't know single thing about you, lcaly.
 Morton smiled, and rcpoSsessed himself of her hand, Poor little doulting Nona. Do you want me to tell you the story of my ife?"
 "No, don't Her tone curt "T wouldn't believe it if you did tell me- She hesitatcd and when she resumed her voice softer "I guess what really want to know is about Lois and Camea and-and all those girls Harry, sweetheart, do you about them? mean do you like them as well you do me?'
 Her eyes had filled with tears and Morton patted her hand
 Listen Nona, he assured her, "1 never told one of those women cared anything about them.
 You told me, either she reorted, pulling her hand away. That's your line! l know it, You just sit and laugh, while girl breaks her heart about you"
 She was weeping now, her crimSoned lips twchng and her chin quverng in little convusvc movements Morton rubbed his cheek, collectively, and arose.
 Come On" he directed Were not having very good time. Let's go"
 He handed $50 bill to the waiter without palsing to examine the charges the card and led the girl to the dimly lighted reception hall. She held her handkerchief