New Britain herald., 1926-03-03

wasn't true, Mary forced herself to admit, although she found herself ,Wanting 10 believe it. But there had been q certain refinement about those features, . After all, sam Church was Il liar. And Olga, hurrying homeward, . The sight of Mary Lowell was only another bitter reminder that Jimmy Rand had promised 10 come 10 sec her again and hadn't. When she reached her apartment she tore off her hat and studied her reflection in the glass of her dress ing table. The light from the wall shon" through her hair and wreath "d her head like halo. But there were tears in her eyes.
 "Is he seeing her?" she asked her. self in the mirror. She turned to- ward the phone on the table and ' then swung away from it, resolutely. She flung herself on the bed and lay face down on the pillow. "I'll call him. I've got to-" she said, springing suddenly to her feet. She ran 10 the phone and called Jimmy Rand's number.
 The lan1lady, answering. said he was out, a dinner engagement, ! he had said.
 l Lieutenant ODay answered the 1 door when Jimmy rang. ! "Come in, come in. Youll have 10 excuse the uniform" He was still arraycd in the police blue, with it's gold trimmings. "Fact is, I've ! been busy this afternoon. A con- ference with the chief, and some courtroom work" ! He took Jimmy's coat and hat. "Mother, this is Mr. Rand, the lad I've been tcllin you about"
 Mrs O'Day. fat and motherly, kissed him on the cheek by way Of making him feel at home,
 i've heard about your trouble" she said. You poor boy. Sit right down. Dinner, such as it is. will bc ready in two shakes" T want you 10 meet the boys, Mir, Rand" O'Day indicated his two sons, who had come silently into the living room.
 This is Francis. Francis is four teen. An his is Timothy. Tims eleven"
 1 Francis, shy and silent admitted 10 Jimmy during dinner that he was in high school. and Timothy volun- tccrod the information that he was 1 in the sixth grade. i "rim," supplemented their father, wants to be q lawyer. ] don't know about Francis. He hasn't the gift of gab like his brother. Maybe a i doctor, or an engineer"
 What are you going 10 be, Mir Randi" asked Timothy.
 Be still, Tim,' admonished Mrs. O'Ray. Hen he worryin' the life out of you with his questions, Mir Rand" she explained 10 Jimmy.
 Well. l don't know. Tim" Jimmy smiled, answering his youthful-ques- tinnor. You sec, the war came along and interrupted my college carccr--T was just taking a general course in arts and sciences-and since leaving the army I've been selling automobiles. Gee! Were you in thc armYo"
 Rand laughed at Tim's eagcrness. Sure"
 "Didja go over 10 FranCe""
 "Ycp."
 Francis. the silent one. asked; What branch were you in--the in ! fantry?"
 "No, Francis. was in the air service"
 Rart admiration held the boys speeches. and s?ellhound for a mo- mcnt. Tim broke the silence, and there was downright awe in his next question.
 "Didja shoot any Germans"
 Jimmy looked apologctically at Mrs. O'Day and her husband, smil- ing.
 Go on. answer tho boys quos- tion." urged O'Day. To his wif4 he said, with a nod toward Jimmy; "A brave lad, and he won't talk about himself unless Tim makes him"
 "Wnll' began Jimmy redlening and turning 10 O'Days sons, "I did hapon to be with squadron that saw some action. and was lucky enough to bring down couple Of planes. Bu, they got eHn. They brought me down, too, and I was in d German prison camp for four months"
 "Gec!" from Timothy. I'm study ing inc history of the World War lin school" And he continued with his barrage Of questions.
 Under them Jimmy had 10 go into all the details Of his adventures with that picturesque band that made up the air service during the late war.