New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1926-07-23

fectly plain to you when you're
twenty lone" Merry answered. You
fall in love with a man now be-
cause he has a big pair OF should
ers and white teeth. But when
you're my age, you look for other
things in a man."
"Yeh. money! / know" jimmy
said wisely
No" her sister answered. mot
money exactly. What you want is
someone who can take care of you
properly - give you good home
and all that sort of thing"
Banana oil" said jimmy, scorn-
fully. Banana oil! Apple sauce!
And bunki All the money and the
good homes in the world couldn't
make me marry an indoor aviator
like Bill Erskine! You're just
throwing yourself away on him. if
you ask mel"
I'm not asking you!" Merry re-
torted, and flounced into the house.
She made up her mind, all at
once, that she would mail the letter
right away. before she could
change her mind, She would take
it down town to the main post
office and put a special delivery
stamp on it. so that Bill would get
| it the very next day, without fail.
But while she was dressing, the
thunderstorm that had been threat
ening all afternoon came up. And
before it was over it was time to
get the Sunday night supper ready.
jimmy set the table and filled the
water glasses while Mons and
Merry sliced the cold roast of beef,
cut the bread and made the iced
tea.
Lille Dale. wrapped in thin
white kimono that made her fat
arms and neck look pinler and
fatter than ever, came down stairs
to help, too.
Lille was almost like member
of the family now, and she whistled
as she went Gathering around the
kitchen on the high heels of her
blue bedroom slippers, Her hair
vas gathered into a net made of
pink silk cord.
I'm going to sit down and eat
Just the way l am, if you don't
care" she said to Mons, as she
tied an apron around her hips. ITS
too hot to get dressed. I'm just
melting like a tallow candle"
Mons frowned. without a word.
She had never let her own daugh-
ters "slop around the house" all
day Sunday.
But Lille was a grown woman,
and she paid her board promptly.
So Mons only frightened her lips
and shook her head when Lille
came downstairs in Ter kimono. or
| left cigaret butts in the pin-tray.
A faint odor of Turkish tobacco
clung to the white kimono now. as
Lille moved around the spotless
| kitchen.
The four women were still at the
supper table when Bill Hepworth's
car turned into the driveway and
Helen came running into the
| house.
Il just ran in for second" she
said, kissing Mons. We're going
over to Mother Hepworth's house
for tea. But ] wanted to get that
chill sauce recipe of yours-the one
that hasn't so much spice in it, you
| know"
TITS up in my bedroom, in my
little desk" Mons answered, get
ting up from the table.
She and Helen went out. closing
the door of the dining room behind
them.
Ten minutes later when Merr',-
went up to her mothers room
Helen was still there. She was sit
ting in Dads old chair, and when
Merry opened the door she turned
pair of tear-filled eyes to her.
what q terrible woman, Merry!
How could you bring her to this
house to liVe?" she asked In
quivering voice.e"Why, she doesn't
look respectable"
You mean Lille" asked Merry,
knowing that she did. oh she's
not half so bad as she's painted.
She's really very nice woman.
isn't she Moms?'
That's what I've been trying
to tell Helen. But she won't listen
to me-" Mons said mildly. "She
smokes and paints a little, l guess.
But she never goes out of this
house at night unless it's to go to
| the movies with me. I'm sure she's
a good woman-and as far, as paint
ing and smoking go, look at Merry
land Cassie. They do both"
She took a paper from an old
Ipocketbool in her desk and handed
| it to Helen.
There's the recipe you wanted"
she went on. BE sure to give it
back to me when you're through
with it. Mr.. Hefflinger was telling
me the other day that women seem
| to smoke everywhere nowadays"
who's Mr.. Hefflinger? Your
other boarder?" asked Helen, with
a groan. 1T just kills me to think
of having strangers in this house,
1t Just kills me-"
ut doesn't need to! ] don't mind
having them here one Bit" Mons
replied with spirit. Lille Dale's
a smart, bright woman. And as
for Mr. Hefflinger, he's just as nice
a man as lives! I find him very
Finteresting!"
Merry wondered how Mons hap
pened to know that Mr.. Hefflinger
was interesting. she, herself. had
scarcely laid eyes on Mr.. Hefflinger
in the ten months ne had lived in
the house.
Helen had not been gone more