New Britain herald., 1926-06-11

! hours al1tFN Ndlur NH'li IsA'N-N | JUNIOR, has arrived, he returns home and comes in 10 see his wife and child with tears streaming down his face.
 "Don't cry," sylvia whispers to him. I'm so happy ] could die right now"
 1 tNOW GO ON WITH THE STOEI) { CHAPTER XIV
 Ii was week later that Sylvia |found out that Ranny had not come home at all on the night when his son was born
 As usual, it was Amt Agony who let the cat out of the bag.
 The trained nurse had left and she had taken over the care of Sylvia and the baby.
 1 She was perfect nurse. No one could shake a pillow quite as she |could. No one could make milk toast taste like regular food and not mush as she could. No one knew better than she how to pat baby on the back to bring up the gas from its little stomach She was wonder, was Aunt Agony!
 Her only trouble was that she ! just would talk.
 1 "I'd give farm to know just where Mir. Randall Phelps was h week ago, wouldn't you?" she asked Sylvia one afternoon as she sat be- Iside her bed running the baby's lIan- Incls through her fingers to soften them for his tender flesh.
 What do you mean?" You mean von wonder where he was the night the baby was born? ?" Sylvia ask, d, puzzled. She had supposed that Mother Phelps had reached Ranny on the telephone and that he had come along with her and Dr. Bug gard. "Why. wasn't he here?'
 Aunt Agony raised her sparse brows. You know, of course, that ho didn't show up here until break fast time the next morning, don't you?" she asked icidlH. ''Surcly he made some explanation, didn't he: ] Sylvia plaitcd the sheet with her nervous fingers "I didn't know when he came homc," sine faltcred, not looking at her aunt Sometime they play cards until pretty latc--"
 And drink themselves sodden. be- sides, I've no doubt" Amt Agony's words snapped in the air like little whips. As they say 'Grape-juice kills more than grape-shot.' Your Ranny looked half dead when he twalkrd in her that morning. 1 was ashamed to let br, Buzzard see him, | declare, l was.'
 She set her lips and went on rub bing the flannel bands between her hands.
 q hope youro not cross with me for saying a word against your hub bv. my dear girl she said. T only .do it for your own good. A sharp word can come out of a good heart YOU know. And sweet words bu'ter no parsnips' " without thinking. Her brain was busy with that piece Of nows--With tthe fact that Fanny had stayed out all night.
 She knew that Eddie Cartors poker game broke mp always at md might, now that he was married to 5Fav. For Fay insisted upon it. she had told Eddie in no gentle terms that she was not going to spend her night sitting up for him.
 But perhaps Banny had been playing cards with some othei crowd that night. and yet Sylvia knew that there Was no other crowd anywhere tha the eyer did play cards wilh, Then, where had he been nn- .fil seven o'clock he next morning
 The question went around and around and around in her head all .tne rest of the afternoon-Whcre haa Inc bcen? Where had he been Where could he have been? She made up her mind 10 ask him that very night,
 At half-past six when the baby was all tucked up in the breakfast room that had been turned into q nursery. he came.
 She could hear him moving abou' lin The Nest for fully half an honi fhafore he came in to see her, rustl- ling the newspaper, humming I Ewant to go where you go--do "hal yon do." to himself. tossing a Woro Tor two 10 Aunt Agony, in his deep  Ivell-lo>ed voice.
 1 "Why doesn't he come m to saN ,hello' to me-" she wondered as th'
 minutes licked by. He knows ina 1T lie here all day just waiting fol him to come home i It seemed 10 her that hs dlan