New Britain herald., 1926-06-18
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going?" Fay asked, leaning from the back seat.
 In the brilliant searching sunlight of the afternoon Sylvia could see that little lines were beginning tc trace themselves on Fay's well-pow- dercd face. Her eyes were large and bright with drink. and above them struggled a lock of her touched up" hair, Something, perhaps the bIeached hair, had begun to give Fay a common look. She did not look like q nice" woman, in spite of her costly white clothes and her string Of real pearls.
 This" thought Sylvia, looking at her, this is what happens to q woman who marries without love. Il hardens her. coarsens her" dousy sorry for Fay, for if Fay had money she had nothing else. You could see that by her face. It was filled with a great loneliness and rostlessness. The empty green eyes seemed always to be looking for something that they never found, these days.
 Pm going back to the inn" Fay" Sylvia said gently. and took one of her freckled, jewel-crusted hands in her own ringless one. I've got to get back to the baby. Aunt Agony'll have a fit if l leave her alone with him. You people go ahead and have your celebration all the same, won't you?"
 The man named Bill got out of the car and stood in the sunlight and shook hands with her. Twill you believe me if tell you that I've enjoyed seeing you today more than I've enjoyed anything for q long time? Will you believe it?" His eyes were serious.
 Sylvia laughed faintly. No. I'm afraid l cant believe that" She said, but while she was saying it something told her that the man really meant what he said.
 She stood in the middle of the Snn-baked pavement and watched the blue torpedo of a car disappear down the road in hot pursuit of plcasure-that will the wisp that is always just around the next bend Of the highway.
 T wouldn't change places with Fay for million dollars" she thought, as the car became nothing but blue speck in the sunny dis tance.
 As she turned into the driveway the inn. between the stone gate posts, she heard another car coming and stepped onto the grass until it should pass
 But it stopped. and a tall thin figure in duster, helmet and goggles got out.
 Ii was Peter Wilk.
 Well, of all things, What are YOU doing herc?" Sylvia cried, and ran toward him with her hands out stretched. How do you happen to be in this neck Of the woods?"
 'l came because all your tele- phone lines are down. I've been trv- Ing 10 get you on the wire for over an hour" Peter told her. Finally l decided to drive up here for you. | figured it wouldn't take much longer than to telegraph, by the time they brought out the message from the village"
 What's the matter?" Sylvia broke in. Her face had gone white to the very lips and she grasned Peters arm in both of her trembling hands. Something's happened 10 Fanny. Something's happened to Ranny!"
 "Y"s, but nothing much" Peter soothed her in his deep, drawing voice. Hes eaten something that's upset him, I guess, Eddie Carter drove him back home from that trip they started on, and this morn ing he called me up. He'd been try ing to reach you, but couldn't. What do you suppose has happened to the phone at the inn"
 The look Sylvia gave him was whitening in its scorn. "You should stop to wonder about the teIe- phone." she said blightingly. What you want to do is to get me back to Fanny! Drive me up 10 the front door and wait for three minutes while ] tell Aunt Agoyn what to do about the baby"
 Within ten minutes Sylvia had packed a bag, left Aunt Agony with J unlor and endless directions as to his care, and was back in Peter's car
 Have you an electric pad and any |hiskey in your house ." he asked as they drove along over the road toward town, just within the speed limit. If you haven't, we'd better get some, somewhere. don't you think? Ranny's not seriously sick, but heat is always a good thing for stomach trouble, isn't it? Seems to me I've heard Sarah say so."
 Who's with Fanny now?" asked Sylvia, paying no attention to his kindly advice. For her there was no one in the world who mattered but the husband who was thirty miles away from her-then twenty-eight mi)es-then only twenty. She kept her eyes on the mile posts as they sped along.
 'I'll tell you what we'll do. Wen stop at our house and get some brandy" Peter said as they swept into town just as the blue dusk and amps began to transform it into it's nightly Fairyland.
 Peters house on Tower street was closed for the summer.
 All the furniture was swathed in ghostly white, and all the shades were drawn. There was musty. close smell in the rooms.
 Sylvia's nostrils widened and sniffed as she followed Peter through them to little breakfast room off the dining room.
 From a cupboard he took a dusty bottle of French brandy and gave A