New Britain herald., 1926-05-21

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 Alta boy, Petey!" she cried, clap ping her hands and laughing shrilly.
 She was plainly excited. Her eyes shone greenly and there were two spots of genuine color high on her cheek bones.
 "Where's Ranny?" she whispered 1 to Sylvia, who was playing '1 Won der Where My Baby Is Tonight at the grand piano in the farthest cor her of the big room. | Sylvia shrugged her shoulders. It was not until tthen that she noticed that Raany had gone. Only a moment before he had been there, talking to Peter as he smoked cigarette or two, but when she went to the front door and looked out, his automobile was gone | from the place where he had parked it.
 Never mind. l should begin 10 worry about Ranny." Fay said. care lessly. q have other things on my mind that are more important For instance, how are we going to get this mob out of the house before mother and dad come back from Greenville?" She named the neigh boring town where MT. and Mrs. Shirley had driven to spend the day with fay's grandparents. That's easy" Sylvia answered, just tell them to go! That's what I have to do at my house when Aunt Agony's on a rampage
 Aunt Agony was waiting up for her when Peter brought her home.
 She was sitting up, stiff and straight as q ramrod. in her chair under tho parlor lamp, with her torn old Bible on her knees,
 Well. you certainly spent tthe Lords day in fine way, Sylvia Starr" she observed grimly when the girl came into the room and sat down opposite her.
 She jerkcd her gray head In the direction of the Shirley house across l he street.
 ! T heard all the routing and cheer ! ns and yelling going on over there the whole blessed evening"" she went on. You'd have thought the | place was full of a lot of wild Comanche Indians.-and wasn't that you hammering the piano a while 1 ago."
 Yes, Aunt Agony" and Sylvia | flushed guiltiy,
 And after the way I've tried to bring you up, tool" her aunt said with q kind of vail. When I think of tthe small fortune I've spent. giving you music lessons so you could play Chopin and Liszt and Beethoyen-and you reward me by rattIing off a lot Of cheap jazz on the holy Sabbath"
 Sylvia hung her head. T didn't stop to think" she breathed, T for got it was Sunday"
 "The whole world. nowadays, seems to forget that it's ever Sum- day!" scolded Aunt Agony, and picked up her Bible. Get up to bed."
 Sylvia had not reached the first landing of the stairs when she called her back.
 Was Randall Phelps over there tonight?" she asked, shortly.
 Yes"
 There was a long silence before Aunt Agony spoke again.
 'Sylvy, I'm ashamed of you" she said. "Where's your pride? l shouldn't think you'd ever want to see him or Fay Shirley ever again after the way they've treatetd you; and you go where they are just as if nothing had ever happened. cant understand you at all"
 T can't understand myself, Aunt" | Sylvia answered, and went up to bed
 And yet she knew perfectly wei why she had gone to Fays supper party that night-simply because Ranny would be there and she would see him again. and hear his voice.
 Not only that, but to find out O what Fay had said about him wa: true-that he still had a lingering feeling for herself after all.
 Well, she had found out, she tolc herself She couldn't believe ht cared the least bit for her. No after the way he had behaved wher Fay had sneakcd away with Eddie Carter! If ever man had beer jealous, Fanny had been jealous then, of Eddie.
 NO, he's mad about Fay, anc there's no mistake about it." wa the last thing that Sylvia though that night befora she dropped off tt sleep. q may as well go on tor getting him.