New Britain herald., 1926-05-27


 married life so I should worry!"
 He reached for one of her hands under cover of the tahlecloth and pressed it between his palms.
 Silly Sylvy!" he said. but he did not deny that he had been flirting with the pretty red-haired woman, And Sylyia's heart was heavy as she vent on eating her veal outlet and fruit salad.
 She could see through the whole thing as plainly as If it were writ ten out before her on sheet of white paper. sbe told herself misor- ably. Ranny was tired of her because he was so sure of her. It no longer excited him 10 be with her, and so like all men, he was looking around for fresh excitement, for new worlds to conquer. That was all there was to it.
 She glanced up at him with those eyes of hers that were so full of violet fire and dew. "Ranny" she said to him, very softly T honest ly wish that I didn't like you quite las much as I do. I think you'd like me better then, wouldn't you?- land it wouldn't hurt me quite so much, perhaps, when you flirted Iwith other women"
 Ho stopped her with shake of his head. Honey I was only teasing you-I wasn't flirting with that woman over there" he told her T just happened 10 meet her eyes in the glass That was all"
 Sylvia frowned thoughtfully. She could have sworn that Fanny had smiled at the red-headed woman at the next table-not only smiled at Iher. but winked, too; but if he said he hadn't
 Really, weren't you trying to flirt with her." she asked.
 Really l wasn't. honey" Ranny answered without batting an eye.
 Sylvia believed him.
 
 She spent the next two weeks furnishing The Nest.
 That was the name she and Fanny gave the little flat on Wing street,
 They thought it was the coziest place in the world. They liked the way the front windows swung open instead of sliding up and down like ordinary windows. They were de- lighted with the tiny white kitchen that wasn't big enough to swing cat in. And the breakfast nook with its old-blue table and cushioned seats, was the joy and pride of Sylvias housekeeping heart
 But when Aunt Agony came to see the place, she turned up her nose and sniffcd the air scornfully.
 Well. you may call it home!' she snapped. They say that home is where the heart is!-but 1t looks more like a coop to me! Why didn't Randall buy q home of his own, for goodness sake?" t
 Sylvia flushed. She hated anyone 10 use that sharp tone about Fanny. Well, he didn't want to tie up so much money in a house, right now. '" she faltered.
 Aunt Agony gave her piercing look.
 well, as they say, A word before is worth two after" she quoted, "so want 10 say this to you now, before you tie yourself up to this place you're very foolish not to make Fanny buy you a house! Nothing : keeps q man steady the way home does, unless it's children"
 I, I if she could guess how much she, herself, would have liked little house little house with a back yard 10 grow flowers and vegetables in, and later to fence in for the children that she and Fanny would have.
 "I think the flat will have 10 do for little while, Aunt Agony" she said quietly. "until we have more money"
 Aunt Agony gave a sour little smile that cracked her face all up into wrinkles.
 "Oh, I knew you'd do as you pleased about it!" she declared. You never have listened to any thing I've told you! AS they say, Advice 10 a fool goes in one ear and out at the other!"
 And with that she betook herself out of the front door, slamming it : loudly behind her.
 , "Now she won't speak to me for a week. suppose" Sylvia mourn } cd as she watched the straight, thin l figure going down Wing street, looking neither to the left nor to the right as 1t marched along.
 But the next morning, bright and l carly, Aunt Agony called up the B Phelps big house where Sylvia and l Ranny were still living. ? When you go shopping for your f furniture, I'm going with you!" she . announced in her downright way.
 Sylvia groaned. I'm going today. she answered. unhappily
 She didn't want Aunt Agony to gc l shopping with her. She knew Ler. tectly well the kind of things that Aunt Agony would want her 10 buy s for the new home-things that c would last a life-time-solid walnut tables and chairs heavy dark velvet curtains, over-stuffed sofas. l And what Sylvia wan for Int Nest were gay, cheerful things -- s Powered silk curtains. bright cush ions. painted furniture, flower boXe' for the sunny windows, canar, singing in a wicker cage. "Gim crack" things, Aunt Agony would r probably call them.
 E And "gimcracks" were eNactl! n what Aunt Agony did call the thing n that Sylvia picked out for her house g "They won't last as long al . you're buying them" she said S sharply as she stood and glared a n tho twin beds with their painted wrcaths of roses on the headboards l. and at the lowered cushions fo r the living-room chairs. However r do just as you please about it!