New Britain herald., 1926-01-18

care who knows it. H. looked adoringly at Annabelles red curls and put ID a hand to smooth them.
 T think well be married at Christmas and take a trip back 10 New Britain for ourl honeym oon. I want to show off my wife to the old gang"
 Barbara suppressed something that was half sigh. half yawn. Bob was lingering the music on the piano. Not finding anything to his liking, he seated himself and be- gan to sing some of his own im- proyisations. tuneless rhymeless lit- tie litanies to Annabelle. Barbara watched him, spellbound. He was scarcely recognizable as the Bob
 Jeffries of the old cynical, happy go-lucky days in New Britain. 1 Annabelle made one venture in conversation. My. but I'm glad to know you, Miss Hawley, I'll tell you a secret. When Bob called up the other night and said he'd have to
 break date with me to take an old
 friend to the theater, was so mad cried all evening. Swore I'd never speak to him again, and all that
 You know, the old friend story is such thin one. And I hadn't any Idea what you were like. Thought
 you might be a fascinating vamp.
 But, now that I've met you, l know
 how silly was"
 "Whoop-ee, Anne. wait a minute.
 Was that an intentional insult. or
 just one of your lovely little faux
 pas? Don't you know the worst in
 suit you can offer any woman Is to
 let her know you think her harm-
 less? Gosh! I shouldn't think Bar
 Dara would have anything more to
 do with you. after that. Better apolo-
 gize, p. d. a."
 He was clowning. He did not see Barbaras eyes narrow as he rat tiled on.
 Annahelle stammered. "Oh, really. Miss Hawley, I didn't mean yoii weren't fascinating. but, now that , r I've met you, Ive-I-well. now I'm
 glad to know Bob has such a nic, friend" Her face was nearly as reC 5 as her hair.
 l Barbara sighed. Such a nice. saFl s friend. Yes, l know. But never = mind. my dear. My feelings aren't 3 hurt. Bob and l have been goot l friends. for long, long time. Anc ] now 1t will be just three-cornerec 6 friendship I hope"
 After this episode, the talk Ian guished more than ever. Annabell, g sat in one corner of the divan star d ing about her with bright. bird-lik, e eyes, and Bob sat in the other COT e ner. watching her.
 t After some moments silence, sh e turned to Barbara. This is a der e ling apar: Miss Hawley. Blu s don't you get lonely? If I were you
 I'd have nice big white Persia 'f kitty-cat. Why don't you?" r. Barbara almost snapped. "Becaus e I don't happen to care for nice, bis 1t white Persian kitty-cats. And IT o much too busy ever to get lonely. o Annabelle shook her head. "Yo e must be awfully clever. alway t. admire clever women 50 much--pel er haps because I'm not the least b Ig like them. l can't imagine having { g. skirmish around on a job and min 'r q boss and worry about my own ga at bill and rent Gee! Men were mad rE to attend to those things" at Barbara rose from her chair in a patiently and straishtened the mus Id on the piano. Bob got up and lool
 ed at his watch. cts your busine " to say when to 60, Anne honey. b' ne since you don't do your duty. I rs have to. It's midnight. and Ba' H. and are working people. even n- you are not. we'll have 10 r, at along"
 Is There was a search for the litt se blue hat. After some moments, B, ". found it behind the divan, whe nd Annabelle had carelessly tossed it- W. How did you ever find your hs ce before you met me, Annnbelle? r ys done nothing but hunt for your m Or linery since first you roped me al of dragged me home" is And that isn't half of 1t. B
 Jcsfries. You'll be hunting my hs H. and doing other little things for T n't the next 50 years. And so you
 better decide to like it." :s) "I do. honer, do."
 Pcrbara stared at Bob. Then 2 rec said good night, as her guests sat
 Tered up their belongings and {