New Britain herald., 1926-06-09

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 Papa and l have been having q dreadful. dreadful time with Lolly, ' i Mother Phelps said as soon as she was out of earshot. Papa drove into the garage this afternoon and heard voices up in the sitting room above it-the sitting room we fixed up for the new chauffeur you know and, would you believe it. he and Lolly were up there making love 10 each other! Papa heard them kissing!"
 At that moment Father Phelps came into the library. 1 Sylvia noticed that there was a , look of worry in his eyes and he chewed his unlit cigar with a kind of anger.
 T was just telling Sylvia and Ranny about Lolly, Papa" Mother Phelps explained to him, and he only nodded silently.
 Lolly had always been the apple of her fathers eye.
 He had spoiled and petted her ever since the day she was born. He had taken her to every circus that came to this town ot ours. He had taught her 10 skate, to swim, and 10 play tennis. He called her his Fairy Princess, and if the prince of royal blood had come a-wooing Father Phelps would never have thought him good enough for Lol- ly.
 Like most fathers, he hated the thought of his haby-daughter mar ryinG anybody, and to find her in the arms of Boyle, the chauffeur, had been a terrific blow to Father Phelps. He seemed stunned, still. Presently the gong chimed for dinner and Lolly joined the others as they went into the dining room,
 What are you all so blue and quiet about" she asked, when the meal was half over and not q word had been uttered at the table. You may as we'll cheer up and talk! All your moping isn't going to keep away from Thomas Boyle. and if Mother thinks so, shes all wet"
 "LOLLY." roared her father. 'is that any way to speak of your mothcr""
 Lolly tossed her little head with it's ripples of soft brown hair. "Oh, listen. Dad!" she said airily. Pm tired of not speaking my mind once in d whilc--noW let's get down to brass tacks. You say can't marry Boyle. but I say ] can. He's just as good as we are any day in the week. What was Grandfather Phelps but a farmer down state, and didn't you start out in life sell ing Bibles from door to door"
 "LOLLY!" Father Phelps repeat ed in q terrible tone.
 But there was no stopping Lolly now. She seemed 10 be wound up.
 She pushed back her chair and there was wild glint in her big brown eyes as she went on:
 You don't know anything about Boyle, but let me tell you some- thing: Do you know that he's go- ing to night lew school@ Do vol know that he's working day and night trying to be somebody? He has more ambition in a minute than Rannyll have if he lives to be as old as the hills!"
 "Thanks!" Ranny broke in, you flatter me"'
 Lolly wouldn't even look at him, Her words swept on now--a raging stream of sound.
 "The only difference between me and Boyle is that I have Q lot Of money and he hasn't" She pound- ed the table with her small fist until the plates danced.
 Her father and Ranny exchanged q look of sheer panic. They dislik- ed and feared a scene as only men do fear Il em. But Mother Phelps laughed quietly.
 "What makes you think you have any money, Lolly?" she asked. in an amused sort of way. You have only what your father and l choose what your father and I choose to give you. And if you marry this boy youll find that bread and cheese and kisses are very slim fare~-and now you may leave the room."
 Lolly rose slowly to her feet. "I can get along without even the bread and cheese. Mother, so long as I have the kisses!" she remarked impudently. land I'll go you one better about leaving the room. I'll leave the house!"
 There was an electric silence in the room when she had gone-a si- lence that seemed to jingle and throw off sparks.
 Run upstairs. Sylvy, and sec If she really is getting ready to go out" Mother Phelps said at last in a choking voice, Papa and I have done everything we could to make her see things as she should--and -"
 She bent her magnificent head. with its prematurely white hair in helpless defeat. Then suddenly she swung it up.
 "Oh. she'd never go never!" she decided, with spirit, but run up anyway, Sylvia, and see what she's doing"