New Britain herald., 1926-06-25
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when he asks her to free him be- cause he's in love with her chum, FAY SHIRLEY.
 Heartbroken, Sylvia gives him un. Ito the great satisfaction of AUNT AGONY, the shrewd spjnster who |rcarod her, Aunt Agony says that Ranny will never be true 10 any wo- man for very long. Her opinion of him seems to be correct too. for suddenly Ranny drops Fay and mar fries Sylvia after all
 Their married life is not happy, even to start With. For Ranny hates to be tied down" and gradually he returns to his bachelor habjts-hav- ling love affair after love affair, and spending Sd much Of his money on gambling and drinking that Sylvia has 10 "1ve music lessons 10 help make both ends meet in the little fiat.
 When the baby is born. Sylvia has to tura the tiny breakfast room into Ia bedroom for it. The room has one window, opening on an air-shaft, land after the baby dies Sylvia feels sure that it would 5have lived if it couId have had more light and suu- shine in the house that Ranny rotus- es to buy, because he doesn't want .the bother of one. But when Sylvia leaves him after the baby's death and goes home 10 Aunt Agony and has nervous breakdown, he comes Ito his senses.
 He tells Sylvia that, after all he loves her and only her, and takes her with him 10 his parents house while they furnish q little house of their own. When they are in 1t, Sylvia is sure her troubles are over. For Fanny settles down and takes Ian interest in his work with his fathers real estate firm. And when the second baby is born. a little girl, Sylvia thiuNs that her cup Of hap pineSs is tuil.
 Then one morning when the baby is six weeks old, she is waiting OH the front porch for JOLLY BOYLE, Ranny's married sister, to take her to market The postman arrives while she is waiting and brings her q letter from BABS DELANO, an old friend who is coming to SyI- via's town to become head ol q branch library there.
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 CHAPTER NLIN.
 Sylvia was still holding Babs De- lano's letter in her hand, as she went slowly down the steps Of the Little White House that morning. and stood waiting for Lolly.
 "HnJlo, Beautiful. How wonderful ly well you're looking today.' Lolly greeted her. when she came gliding mp in her new car and opened the door 0. Ii, "HoW's the blessed baby? HoW's Fanny? Has lie left for the office or would he like Us to drop him on our way doWutoWn?"
 While she answered Lolly's rapid fire questions, SyNia's rycs were busy with her own reflection il the little. tilted mirror oil the wind- shield.
 Yes, LoIy WAS right. She was looking unusually we'll Her cheeks were faintIy tinted with sott rosu color oncc more, and the old tlirta- tious sparkle had come back into the blue eyes.
 But then. why wouldn't l look well?" she asked herself. Sho had been unbclievablN gJoriously happy for d whole year. And happiness, is lhe most clever brauty doctor in the world as every woman knows.
 Happiness can lift sagging ,hcek-muscIe as nosurgcry can, and it can put sparklcS into the duIlast eyes. It can make the hom"liDai scare-crow of woman glow and shine with something very close to beauty,
 And when il enhances such beauty Us Sylvia had even in her worst moe ments, it makes her as lovely as d rose. She eIowed like a rose. now, as she opened Habs' letter on her knee.
 DO you remember my mention ing Babs DeIano-a girl l used to know at library school*' she asked I.olly. as they turned into the par,- ing space behind the market.
 Lolly shook her head in it's bright red turban. and hunted for her sro- cery-Iist in 2 handbag loaded with three different kinds Of rouge, two lipsticbs and an eyebrow pencil. be- sides a key. q purse and Q hand kerchief.
 "No-ncyer heard of her" she answered absnntly "Why? Whats she done for hcrsclf?'
 Sylvia laughed a little. as shr followed her sistcr-in-laW into the market. "Nothing in particular" she said. Only shes coming here from Portland to take charge Of the new library oyer on the west side. just had a letter from her this morn- ing
 Lolly put her frivolous head to one side. and made Ben Turpin eyes Hmm. \ ilbIdlIllI H1' l'IliflI h''' 'I hope if shes hichbrow you won't make me see much Of her. l hate no soul above dancing, bridge playing. Keeping house, and buying grocerios-HoW much is lettuce a head, this morning?'
 Her last sentence WAS addressed 10 the Italian before whose Nvgct- able stall she and Sylvia were stand ing. And while she wranglcd with him about tho m2A cost Of living, sylvia rr-rvad Habs' letter.
 Yes. she supposed that Bahs Was what LoIIy would call a "highbrow." "
 She read dull books, wore thick glasses and no makeup, and her clothes were terrible. Al least, they had been terrible the last time Syl- via had seen her. tour years before.
 At any rate, sb.'s not the kind of girl that Fanny would look at twice" Sylvia thought. and was com Inrfrl by the thought. No man