New Britain herald., 1926-08-10

soprano came floating up to the bed room where the two sisters lay, side by side. Why, you cant even walk straight. Come on, lean on me, Grandpa" Evidently she was help ing her lord ande master into the house.
 A door closed and then the sound of it echoed in the narrow street. After that there was stiffness. They get along together like a couple of lame ducks. don't ttrey?" Cassie whispered. raising herself on one elbow.
 "Yeah," Merry answered. They haven't any money, and they have to live with Mir. and Mrs. Jones, but they manage to be awfully happy, anyhow"
 There was a long silence. Then she spoke again, softly. Poor kids;' she said. They took me down to the White Peacock Inn tonight and tried to show me a good time. And was nasty to them. I got peeved because the day nursery they had with them didn't want to dance with me- She smiled bitterly into the darkness.
 Cassie, I'm an old woman as far as the young sheiks are concerned" she added. "I actually felt old to- night with Jimmy, and the siXteen- year-old she races around with! HonestlyA did!"
 Cassie was silent and Merry knew she was not listening.
 Presently she gave long, quiver- ing sigh and lay down, her hands interlaced behind her head
 Merry, you remember Eff Pell?" she asked inN a low tone, and Merry whispered that she did remember her.
 For a second a vision of Eff Pell flashed through her brain, as she had last seen her - wrapped in a scarlet shawl, with her white face raised to Morley Kaufman's face in the darkness of staircase landing,
 What about her?' she asked.
 It took Cassie minute or two to find her voice. Merry could tell that she was. struggling with tears.
 Never mind - I'll tell you in the morning" she managed to say at last, in a strangled voice. -
 Merry's first waking thought the next morning was of Bill Erskine. He came in to her mind before she opened her eyes to she gray drizzle of the spring day.
 If he had been in town since yes terday noon why hadn't he called her'up? Did his neglect of her mean anything?
 Was he still unwilling to marry her? Or had he come up from Flor ida with the purpose of doing 1t - of marrying her? .
 "Oh. jiminy." thought Merry I wonder if ever a girl had to scheme and fret and worry over getting married the way have to? Love seems to be a job not joy!"
 But was there any love between her and Bill? What was the thing he felt for her? Wasn't it just in- fatuation2 Just the most earthly kind of infatuation?
 And now do l feel about nim 9" she asked herself.
 She knew how she felt about him only too well. She had almost reach- ed the point where she hated him.
 She went to the window and pull ed up fhe shades. sweeping back the curtains so that the gray light fll- ed the room.
 For a moment she stood by the bed, looking down at the woman who slept there. Cassie's lips droops ed, even in her sleep. Her brows were locked in frown. If ever there was the face ofsan unhappy woman, it was Cassie Kaufmans face on that April morning.
 Down at the foot of the bed her dressing case stood open. The brush es in it, gleamed in the cold light.
 Across the foot of the bed lay the chiffon bed jacket On the dresser Cassie had flung her glittering rings. her jeweled bracelets, and tho short string of real pearls that she had bought sfor hersslf on her last | birthday.
 Merry looked at them,, and then back at the discontented, haggard face on the pillow.H
 "She has everything that money can buy" she said to herself. "She has all the things that I want - all the things that money chn buy. wonder if really want them? l wonder if I want Bill Erskine after all?"-
 Under her stare Cassie's. lashes fluttered and she opened her eyes, Hello" she said with a yawn. Downstairs the telephone rang stridently. A moment aftsrwsFd