New Britain herald., 1926-06-12
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SYLVIA STARR has been engag ed 10 RANDALL PHELPS for near, ly & year when he asks her tC break their engagement. He explains that he's in love with her chum FAY SHIRLEY.
 Heart-broken, Sylvia gives hin up, greatly to the satisfaction O AUNT AGONY, the shrewd ole maid who reared her. Aunt Agon, says that Ranny never will be true 10 any woman. and that he's ( .shiftless good-for-nothing, besides And she urges Sylvia to marry PETER WLLK, sober bachelor who adores her.
 But Sylvia cares only for the faithles3 Ral ny, When he and Fay suddenly decide that they don't lovt each other enough to marry, aftel all, Sylvia takes him back and they elope
 Ranny seems the least bit bored with married life, almost before the honeymoon's end. And by the time Sylvia has furnished theil flat-The Nest, as they call it. Fanny is back in his old way of liv' ing; poker playing, drinking, ant dancing. He and Fay have a second little filtration!
 But he settles down miraculously for a while, when Sylvia tells hin she's going to have a baby. Bu' after FANNY, JR., Is born, he stays aw-y from home most of the time land finally admit to Sylvia that ht tbelieYes that every man should have plenty of friendships with other women, even trough he is married And then Sylvia finds little blue handkerchief in one of his pockets and she realizes that Ranny's new friendship" with the owner of il Is really love affair.
 (NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY) CHAPTER XXVII By ten o'clock that hot July morning Sylvia was out in the blaz. ing sunshine of Wing street. She turned Ranny Juniors bug gy toward the green and distant coolness of Buchanan park. She had her mending with her and she could sit there for hours beside the sleeping baby and think things over.
 For the hundredth time in her life she longed that morning for her dead mother-the young and beau- tiful mother she had never seen. For she knew that there was no one on earth who t-uld tell her just what ot do about Ranny and this newest heart affair of his,
 For Instance, she couldn't go 10 Mother Phelps and say: Give me some advice about Ranny. He's running around with other women, and while he admits that it's wrong, he says he cant help doing it. What shall l do, leave him or stick to him, .blinding myself to his unfaithful- ness? What is a wife supposed 10 do when her husband falls out of love with her, anyway?'
 Neither could she go to Aunt Agony for help. For what could Aunt Agony, who had never had a sweetheart in her dull life, possibly know of love and lovers, of mar 'riage and of heartbreak? Nothing!
 No, Sylvia knew that she had to thresh the whole thing out for her self. Her .arriags 10 Ranny. as she saw it, was a ghastly failure-had been a ghastly failure from the be- ginning-almost from the end Of the honeymoon.
 And it's high time that l made up my mind either to leave Fanny free to run around as he pleases, she told herself, as she settled down under lilac bush in d shady corner of the park, ''Or to make one last wild effort at holding him-he was in love with me once. Why can't I make him fall in love with me again?'
 But how could she? Why, she didn't even have the clothes tG make herself look fresh and pretty! The white dress that Aunt Agony icd made for her to wear to Fay's wedding was the only new thing she had had since her marriage to Fanny fourteen months ago! It never seemed to pop into his mind when he bought himself new socks and ties and shirts that she needed new clothes, too. And Sylvia was too proud to ask him for them Heaven alone knew how hard it wa' to make him give her enough money to keep the house going as il was!-and the doctor bill! Sylvia thcld her breath whenever she thought of the bill pr. Buzzart would send them for the birth of th' baby.
 "If could just give music les sons." she thought, running he' swift needle in and out of a pair O
 socks. But that, of course. was ou
 of the quest, n while the baby Wal
 so little.
 As 1t was. Sylvia had barrel,
 time to keep up with her houseworl and take care of his small, entranc
 ing self, too, for she had no hell at all-not even laundress, and 1 was nothing for Fanny to hay'
 eight or nine shirts in the wasl
 every week. He had to look nice q i the office.
 l Sylvia sighed as she nipped off
 piece of yarn and rolled up the fin
 ished pair of socks. Her eyes lifted
 and looked wistfully across th'
 green reaches Of the park, wher'
 she and Fanny had spent so man, wonderful hours in those enchantc( months before their marriage. 1 Then suddenly from across wid
 bed of Towering plants. she say Peter Wilk coming toward her with the sun in his eyes and |
 broad smile of greeting on hi face.
 He Lad a couple of books unde
 one arm and was carrying his cal
 in his hand Beside him trotted ;
 disreputable looking bull pup tha
 answered to the name of Durham.
 Well. of all things! To find yo, here" Peter said, coming up to he