New Britain herald., 1926-05-29

SylVla SltS up WalLInR TOT nun anu wondering where he can be all that time.
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 CHAPTER XII
 Sylvia closed the windows, snap ped off the lights and flew into the bedroom to get ready for bed.
 She didn't want Ranny to know l that she had been sitting up, worry l ing about him, wondering where he was so long. He hated anyone to make a fuss over him." as he called 1 it. He liked to come and go as he ! pleased, with no questions asked. And Sylvia had made up her mind i to ask none-that was the way to | hold him, she figured, by never let ! ting him feel the weight of the mar ] riage-chains that held him to her. When he came into the little room 1 with it's old-time silk curtains and | softly tinted walls, she was standing 1 in front of her mirror. brushing her dark hair and lazily humming.
 Hello. darling" she said to him, and smiled at him over her bare shoulder. with her firt's eyes,
 She could tell by the sharp look he gave her in the mirror, that he hadn't expected this sort of vel come. She had surprised him.
 What he had expected, she told herself. was to be cross examined about that kiss that Fay had given ! him as they tangoed together, or else 10 be scoldcd because he hadn't come | home to dinner.
 There was baffled, puzzled look in his face as he went about the room hanging up his clothes and put ting the buttons in his clean shirt for the morning.
 Sylvia took it out Of his head and smiled up at him radiantly. "I'll do that for you. Ran. dear" she said to him, that's what a wife is for, isn't it. to look after her lord and masters clothes for him?"
 He looked solemnly at her with that same baffled gaze.
 Search me- he said but there s one thing l wish you would do. I wish you'd keep the house stocked up with gingerale and some things from the delicatessen for lunches. You should have had something ready to serve tonight" He frown- ed.
 Sylvia just couldn't let that pass without saying word to defend her self.
 But. darling. I did--I had the incest little dinner in the world a'l ready for you at six o'clock" he be- gan, and I hadn't any idea that you were going to bring anyone home with you"
 Ranny broke in with snort ot laughter. "Yeah. that's right! Start to razz me for something that wasn't my fault" he said bitterly. "l couldn't help bringing Fay and Ed die home with me. They just hung themselves on me and what could do about it?"
 Fanny, I'm not raging you" Sylvia shook her head, and please let's not quarrel tonight. Think--it's the first night in our very ow1 home"
 But Ranny's frown deepened Sure you're raging me" he went on, you're sore because Fay kissed me tonight and you saw 1t. And le me tell you something right here ant now You won't get very far witt , me by heckling me about things You're just like all the rest of tht . married women-you think you car make a man over by giving him hail Columbia every time he does some thing you don't like. But you can't You just make him hate you"
 And with nod on his fine blont head he disappeared into the bath room with a Turkish towel over hi shoulder A moment late there cam, the splashing sound of the shove and above it his voice singing, 'I'v, Been Working on the Railroad" yer. loudly and cheerfully.
 Sylvia turned down his bed, climb ed into her own and pretended l. be asleep when he came back into tn room. She felt his eyes on her fac for a minute or two. and she hope with all her heart that he woul come and kiss her goodnight. Thei she could put her arms around hi neck and tell him that she love him and hadn't meant to "razz" hin and the quarrel would be over.
 She waited for his breath on he face, and his hands on her shoulder.
 Then she heard the click of tn reading-lamp on the table betwee the two beds as he switched the ligh off.
 She lay awake, listening to th sound of Ranny's measured breath :, ing until she heard a clock. some l. where across the roofs of the towl s strike two-then three-then four e Again the darkness of the bee @ room, two figures seemed to danc B. before her wide-open eyes. The fis - ures of man and a slim girl. locke together in an embrace-Fay an
 Fanny.
 She tried 10 shut the sight out ( her mind. but it would not be shl out.
 Finally, toward five o'clock, sylvi got up, put on her slippers, an bathrobe and went into the Twin room.
 | If I'm going 10 spend 'whit night I may as well spend 1t reaC | ing" she told herself inpatient | and opened Scott Fitzgerald's "GreI | Gatsby."