New Britain herald., 1926-06-07
(NOW GO ON WITH THE STORM
 CHAPTER XVIII

(NOW GO ON WITH THE STORM CHAPTER XVIII
 Sylvia had seen that pin before, but where? Whose was it? Suddenly she remembered exactly where she had seen ii. IL was one Ithat Fay Shirley wore in the evening when she pinned 2 redGold braid or inair around her bohbed head.
 So then, it was Fay who had been in this car with Fanny, and not more ltban two nights ago. either, for that was the last time he had driven it. He had told Sylvia that night that he wanted to run over 10 his fathers house to see him about some busi- ness matter, and wouldn't be gone moro than an hour.
 She remembered now. as she looked back at it. that he had heen gone for two or three hours. She had sat up waiting for him and had read every story in Good Housekeeping while she waited. i And he had been with Fay Shirley all that time here in the car! He must have been with her, for the hairpin and the perfumed hand kerchief were silent proof of It.
 Sylvia looked down at them thoughtfully, wondering what to do with them.
 Should she face Ranny with them, or should she take them to Fay and ask her what she had to say for her self?
 A dozen questions went dancing through her brain on that blue Sep ftcmber morning as she started the car and drove slowly toward Aunt ! Agony's house.
 | Was Fanny in love with Fay. after all? Was it possible for man tc be in love with two women at the same time?
 Or was his feeling for Fay noth- ing but liking-the liking that one happy lucky person naturally has for another of the same kind
 "T know-I know he cares for just mel" Sylvia told herself, suddenly remembering how Fanny had taker her in his arms last night when she .todl him about the baby. "He may enjoy batting around with Fay, bu it's mo he loves!"
 Sylvia felt almost as shy ant shakey as if she were going to tho homo of stranger when she wen up the stone steps of Aunt Agony house that morning and rang th' bell.
 It was three months since Aun Agony had walked out of The Nest and Sylvia wasn't at all sure that he aunt was ready to be friends witt her and Fanny again. She had sai' she was through with the both 0 them!"
 As Sylvia stood there waiting, sh saw the Nottingham lace curtains o the front parlor window shake a lit tie. as if stirred by q breeze, an she knew that Aunt Agony was be ] hind them, taking look" to SC
 who was there.
 That bay window was her connin | tower. She had never been known [ , open the front door to a caller unt
 she had first peckcd out through tn lcurtains to see who that caller wa' and to make up her mind whethe Ishc wanted to talk to callers or not
 Sylvia was wondering whether sh
 would let her in, when the door sud
 denly flew open and Aunt Agon stood there, stiff and straight as an well-trained soldier.
 "Well!" she sniffed, "so you'v
 come at last"
 You knew I would, sooner ( } later, didn't you?" the girl asket stepping into the hall. 2 AS the door closed behind he n the delightful. familiar smell of tI
 old house swept Into her nostri I like perfume. It was like no othe y odor in the world-a mixed scent ( S the dried rose leaves in the jar C Il the table, and of spice, and ( r furniture polish.
 q It brought back to Sylvia floc = of emories of raiI I. Saturdays during her childhoo q when Aunt Agony had made cool boys for her-cooky boys vii I. raisins for eyes and cocoanut f, h hair-memories of June afternoon
 when they picked roses from u
 bush behind the old house and drit p them for the jar on the hall table l. and of house-clec ming periods wh' S. they had secured and polished Il
 place from cellar to garret. Wh r. good time they had had togetht n and what mother Aunt Agony h; n been to her all her life! e Suddenly Sylvia was in the tn
 old arms, with her head down
 her aunt's flat chest, and they we
 crying togcther-in the silly sem
 mental way that women do c 'S sometimes.
 Aunt Agony, I've been so lone