New Britain herald., 1926-06-10

impotence from her than ever i thought I'd take from anybody! Really, don't know what to do with her So... itimes!'
 Sylvia couldn't help laughing as she answered.: "Lolly's not rude. Mother. She's like you-she speaks her mind. For instance. can't imagine you ever lodging the truth about anything" 1 Under her swirl of white hair, Mother Phelps fine black eyes rested thoughtfuIlv on Sylyia's face for 6 minute or two. Then she lean ed fo' Ird in her chair and took the girls hands in her own. My dear" she said very softly, . you know l am very proud of my son, don't you? But sometimes I find it in my heart to wish that he had that one quality of mine Sruthfulness.
 Up went Sylvia's little chin as if she were balancing something on it. i've never ought Fanny in a lie.' she said proudly, and only the tell tale flush on her cheeks betrayed the fact that she was not telling the truth.
 Mother Phelps saw 1t. Of course My dear, you're very loyal to Ran ny she remarked, getting up from her chair. land I love you for it." After that the two Of them wer always better. friends. somehow. than they had ever been before.
 It was Mother Phelps that Syl- via telephoned on a night, some five months afterward--an April night. when the wind shrieked and tho rain beat on the window panes of The Nest.
 Ranny was out playing cards somewhere and she was all alone in her bedroom when she awakened and knew that her Hour was upor who is a mother, goes down into the Valley of the Shadow for the little new life she is to bring back to this world.
 Come quickly!" she all but screamed into the receiver, "and bring pr. Buzzard along!"
 She was in pain, but her fear vas the thing that shook her-a, terrible fear that she was going to die be- fore Ranny came home and she would never see him again!
 And she wanted him! She needed him! She could bear this unhearabIe pain if only shc had his hand in hers his voice in her ear to give her courage.
 She reached for the telephone book, wondering what number 10 look up. trying to think Of the places were he might be that night
 She couldn't think. Her brain seemed to he burning up, along with her body. For her agony was like great flame nova flame that bathed her from head 10 foot a flame that followed her as she crept on her knees toward picture of Fanny that stood on the living room table.
 Then. after what seemed 10 b" hours, someone in white put an ether-cone to her nostrils. She took the cone in her hands and pressed it close 10 her nose breathing the ether with mad eagerness. Darkness came. over her, Ike peace. "1 must be dying" she thought--"R Ranny. Ranny!"
 There was soft April sunshine in her eyes wien she opened them again.
 She was lying in her own room on her own bed. feeling as if she had run a great race and was too tired to move again. She closed her eyes.
 The next time she wakened it was night once more. A white-capped nurse was leaning over her, shak- ing her gently.
 Mrs. Phelps" she was saying softly, insistently, Mrs. Phelps, Wake Up and see your son."
 Y,ur son! In an instant Sylvia remembered. All the facts of her life came tumbling back 10 her, eX- cept the memory of that flame-like pain. Mothers have a wonderful way of forgetting that!
 She tried to lift herself in bed. but the nurse pushed her back on the pillow and laid the tiniest warm bundle down beside her.
 Sylvia turned her weary head anl looked at it--small and fragile and more prc .ous than fame or pearls or happincss--Ranny. Junior, in all his newness, in all his heart-rending littleness,
 Then she looked beyond him And saw Ranny himself standing just outside the door. He came toward her slowly, and there were tears pouring down his face.
 Don't dear" she whispered. I'm so happy could die right now.'
 (TO BE CONTINUED)
 Sylvia discovers that Fanny was not home at all on the night the baby was born. And he starts going out in the evening afterward. His indifference speaks of another love affair.
 Who Is the girl?