New Britain herald., 1926-06-17

she said, her voice full of little gold
 en notes that sounded like coins Ichinking against each other. T made five hundred dollars," . With a furry of her airy skirts she ran into the bedroom and came
 back with slip of blue paper in her hand. She sat on the arm of
 Ranny's chair and laid it down be-
 fore him on the cloth,
 He picked tt up. looked at it, and then laid it down again
 "Where in Sam Patch did you get that?' he asked, turning and staring al her.
 Sylvia laughed and laid her cheek against his as she told him about if.
 'T wrote a song for my wonderful
 hushand.' she said, kissing him be- tween every word and Miss Sharp sent it 10 d music publisher in New
 York. and the publisher likes it so well that he's going 10 publish it; and SO he sent ule five hundred dollars in advance royalties. Now, then, aren't you proud of your very own wife,"
 Fanny looked thoughtful His finger ran along the check as it Hay on the table as if he wanted 10 touch it 10 make su~c that it was real.
 "Y-yes." he said doubtfuly, but I hate the thought of your doing tins. in q way. l don't want to be ,thn husband of a very successful woman-I don't want 10 be known as Sylvia Phelps husband!"
 Sylvia laughed that little golden laugh of hers, again.
 You talk as if ] were famous all ready she said and got lip from his chair, She did not tell him that she was all ready writing another song called Marvel" 1 II was not exactly the moment to tell him that
 "I thought we could take q vaca- 1 tion on part of tho money" she call ed 10 him from the kitchen. as she began 10 rinse the dishes and stack them up.
 ! On nights when Fanny stayed at l home. she never wasted the precious time she could spend with him in washing dishes. She stacked them up and left them on the sink, as she was doing tonight. When she turned out the kitchen ligh, and returned to the dark liv- ing room, he was stretched out in his long chair smoking. The lighted end of his cigar made rosy glow against the dimness. "I don't believe I can spare inc time for q vacation this summer" his voice came 10 her through the dusk. Were pretty busy right now down al the shop" Sylvia didn't answer She was wondering if the zeal reason why he didn't want to take q vacation was because Jane Bracket was here in town! Did he want 10 stay here. l where she was? Sylvia hated herself for the suspicious thought, but il came again and again into her mind.
 Hes still in love with her." she told herself with sickcning certain ty.
 
 The next morning Sylvia tele- phoned Sarah Wilk and told her that Ranny wouldn't let her take the house.
 "Td love to-hut you know how a. man is" she said 10 her. with q kind Of pride. "Ranny just won't ac- tccpt favOrs from anybody"
 That was her way of explaining #, She wanted Sarah, and every one else, 10 think well Of Ranny. She wanted people ,o think that he was too proud to accept favors from i tanyhody.
 But you didn't pull any wool over Sarah Wilk's eyes, my dear." Aunt Agony told her q few days later. "She knew exactly why Ran Iny wouldn't let you take the house l I-because hes jealous of Peter!" l As usual, Sarah and Aunt Agony i had h.t the nail on the head. ! They were terrible. the two of them. They saw through everybody land everything with their lynx eyes. ; As Fay often said. "I'd rather have them for my friends than my ene- mics; and l don't mean anything elso."
 Sylvia saw very little of Fay Ithese days.
 ! For since Fay had married Eddie ! Cartcr's money. she had blossomcd 1 out as a hostess. She had q big apartment in Pine street and country housc out on the Ridge road, She was always giving parties not big ones, but little Sunday l morning breakfasts or luncheon bridge parties.
 i She spent a fortune on clothes, too. and Sylvia had scnsibly made |up her mind that there vas no use in trying to keep pace witL her. She had neither the time. nor the lmoney.
 But she missed her. Fay had been ihcr best friend nd her only girl friend for so long that nothing could fill the gap she had left in Sylyia's life when sho married. She missed Pays breezy slang. her straightforward way Of looking at things her quick. snappy way Of doing things.
 On a stifling July morning about week after Sylvia got her first five hundred dollar check, Fay tele- phoned and asked her to come over 10 the flat on Pine street. I'm going 10 spend the day here" she said. land Eddie's going 10 drive me back 10 the country to- night l don't see how yon stand the heat in this broiling town-and your poor baby! He must be half dead.' As matter of fact. Junior wasn't standing the heat well. The Nest was like a furnace all day, and most of the night. Sylvia E0nt an p1pCtric fan noiOO in