New Britain herald., 1926-05-26

cook the kind of meals that Fanny liked, and where the old crowd would gather 10 help get Sunday night suppers, sometimes, when they felt like having company,
 Sylvia blinlied at Fanny with both of her lovely. flirtatious eyes, as if the future was as dazzling as sudden sunlight. And he looked back at h.. across his mothers table with the crooked smile that she loved better than anything else about him.
 That night she talked to him about the little house.
 They were sitting out on the front steps, after dinner, watching the dusk deepen into starry darkness. Ranny's arm was around Sylyia's waist and her head was on his shoulder.
 Dearest" she said to him. I'm sure you must have seen some dar- ling little houses that could be pick ed up for nothing while you've been around town selling real estate for your father"
 Ranny knocked the ashes out of the bowl of his pipe before he an- swcred. "Oh, Dad doesn't deal in that sort of real cstate," he said then, carelessly, down town proper tvs more our line, you know"
 ''Wcll, then. I'll get busy and hunt up a place." Sylvia murmurcd lazily and happily, as she stroked his arm. Sweet old arm! Sweet old slcevei My old Ranny." In the darkness she pressed her cheek close to his arm and kissed it through the madras shirt he wore.
 Fanny drew away from her. "Peo. pie passing might sec us," he said, shortly. He got up, after a while, and went into the house.
 The subject of the house came up again the next morning at break fast
 Father" Sylvia said. seriously. to Jamison Phelps, who sat next to her at the table, how much do you think Fanny and I would have to pay for siX-room house."
 Her fathcr-in-law looked across at her with the steady blue eyes that were the color of Ranny's own but had none of their careless. devil-may- charm.
 well. should say" he began, in his deep voice. when Ranny broke in.
 We aren't going 10 buy a house" he said with decision. I'm not going to put my nose to the grindstone until there's some need of it. And paying for a house is no joke. if you want 10 have any money to spend for anything else. believe me! A four-room flat is about our speed just now, Sylvyi And I'd rather live in a hotel myself, or stay here with the folks"
 Sylvia gave q little gasp. "Oh, mo-" she cried, we've got to have a homo. Fanny, a nome of our own!"
 And with haste that had panic in it, she went out that morning to hunt up four-room flats.
 Lolly, cool and pretty in the love- Hest green dress, went with her.
 You just make Fanny get a home of his own!" she said, with a nod of her dark head where the hair rippled like tiny waves Hes al- ways been the laziest thing-and you want to let him know right from the start that he's got to hustle for you! Don't let him ever lie down on the job or hell never take care of you the way he should!"
 It was a week afterward that they had their first real quarrel-Sylvia and Fanny.
 They had spent the afternoon house-h hunting and had finally de- cided on little apartment in Wing street, only a mile away from Aunt Agony and Bleak street. And they had stopped in for a bite to eat at the Pig and Whistle restaurant.
 It was early and there was only one other person in the dining room. This was a woman who sat near them, slowly slipping cup of tea.
 She was a pretty woman. with hair as red as Fay Shirley's hair, and long gray eyes that she knew how to use.
 Sylvia noticed, after a few min utes. that she was using them on Fanny. She was looking at him in the mirror that hung beside them on the wall
 How bold she is!" Sylvia thought to herself, "to flirt with a man she's never laid eyes on before! I cant understand woman like that for the life of me"
 Then all thought seemed to stop in her brain. for an instant. 1 She looked up from her plate and saw the tail-end of smile that Fanny had been smiling - at the woman in the mirror!
 He flushed when he found his wife's honest eyes fixed on him, with surprise written in them-surprise, and a sort of disgust, too.
 "Whats the matter, darling?" he asked,
 Sylvia smiled faintly She took her little silver pencil from her hand- bag and passed it across the table 10 him.
 Here's this-if you want to ask that woman for her address," she said clearly. T saw you smiling at her in the mirror. and I thought you might want to know her better!"
 She forced back the tears that were rising in her throat and in her eyes,
 tTo Be Continued)
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