New Britain herald., 1926-01-27

bear the sight of the man, because she had once injured him. But evt- dently the architect doesn't know that she had anything to do with the Vale Acres expose"
 Doesn't know?" gasped Barbara.
 "No. and it's crime, too. She's getting all the credit for freeing him in the trial. And he was probably about 10 thank her for her testi- mony when she delivered the cut and stalked away. Some day, when get q good chance, I'm going 10 tell that young man where we got the tip on Vale Acres.
 "1'm not q crusader for justice, or anything like that, but something within me cries for Lydia to get hers"
 McDcrmott looked at Barbara and she dropped her eyes, "He used 10 be a good friend of mino," she said, "and he always gave me the credit for that expose"
 "All the more reason for me 10 set him right" declared McDermott, But tell me about Fancy. It seems we misiudged that whippersnappcr 1 husband of hers, after all"
 When Barbara came out Of Me Dermott's office 1t was lunch time. She looked around for someone to eat with. But Miss Badger was the only woman in the room. B;sbnra glanced at the men. Every one of them was married.
 Bob Jeffries was the one she wanted, of course, but Bob was in New York city, and by this time, probably married, too. Barbara left the office alone and crossed the street to the little tea shop where she had lunched so often while she was on the Telegraph staff.
 It seemed much the same. The waitresses wore the same green and white uniforms, the orange lamps on the tables had not been chang ed, the menus looked familiar.
 There were the forty-ccnt bargain special lunches printed at the top
 just as In the days when the Tele- graph reporters used to gather al Ithe tea shop to take advantage ot them.
 Barbara smiled as she read the
 familiar list, Ham sandwich, bear
 soup, choice of pie and coffee, 4t cents"
 The waitress who came to takr
 her order recognized her. "Why
 how do you do miss? I haven
 seen you in months. Will you hay,
 one Of the specials today?" NO" said Barbara, with a touct of asperity, "I'll have some chickeI salad and English m,Tfins and
 peach Mclbn."
 The first home editions of tn s Telegraph were on the street whel : Barbara emerged from the restau
 rant. She bought one and strolle' , back 10 the Burrtt Hotel with 1 7 under her arm,
 = In the lobby she sat down t 9 look at 1t. A two-column picture 0 g herself confronted her from the frs = page. If the picture in the morgu q had not looked like a success, thi 0 one did. Barbara smiled at tn ] haughtiness Of the shoulder owe c which she looked out from the page
 The headline said "Forme :. New Britain girl wins in Gotham"
 The story began, New Britain 1 as good a town as New York" say
 Miss Barbara Hawley, former re
 porter for the Telegraph, who ]
 visiting in town today. Miss Hawle
 comes directly from New York city
 where she has scored a signal sue
 cess in magazine work.
 "Td as soon work for the Nev
 Britain Telegraph as for any pape
 in Manhattan declares Miss Flaw
 ley"
 "Oh, my heavens" said Barbara
 under her breath, and laid the shee
 down suddenly.
 She went up 10 her room an
 stood looking in the mirror for som Il minutes. Her clothes were differer d from New Britain clothes. Thel at was more swagger in her bearinl e But there were lines about her ey. of which had not been there when sr IS left six months before.
 o She left her key at the desk dowr k. stairs, a few minutes later, an " turned back to the telephone ope d ator suddenly. Have there bee ,e any calls for me this morning. ?" It No, there haven't, Miss Hawley " Barbara turned away. 1t She caught the two-thirty mott l. bus for Berlin.
 re It flew between fields and aero ed roads that were like pictures fro ht an old dream. Barbara leaned clo CT to the window. She found herse h. repeating the names of the sto, 1e as the coach approached them, sa " ing the words over again, for the h. curious, unreal sound. Id Berlin would be the next sto ." She sat upright and moved iowa, a the inner edge of the seat as il 10 conductor came through the doc ne shouting something unintelligible m The bus stopped and Barba @. climbed down. She was the on m passenger disembarking at Berli
 When she started down the stre in toward her mothers home, the of was not a human being in sigl It. The houses on either side we ,le grayer, more hopeless than she I re membered them. The troop of oh Is dren that used to run from DOT nd 10 porch and scramble over fenc 'e- and hedges had vanished. Barba ny listened for the familiar sounds he the neighborhood. But there we en no sounds.
 nt. She went on down the stre ;sy The big brick house on the corr of was much the same in appearar pm as 1t had always been. But th' oh was broken window light upstai at land the grass had not been cut.