New Britain herald., 1926-07-06
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 SYLVIA STARR has been engag- ed to RANDALL PHELPS for a year when he asks her to free him because he's fallen in love with her chum. FAY SHIRLEY.
 Heartbroken, Sylvia gives him up, much 10 the satisfaction of her guardian, AUNT AGONY, who wants her 10 marry a wealthy bachelor, PETER WILK. Aunt Agony says Ranny will never be faithful to any woman for very long.
 She seems 10 be right, too, for presently he drops Fay and marries Sylvia, after all. But their married ! life is not pleasant, even from the ! be tied down, and he falls in love with one girl after another. And he gambles and drinks so much and gives Sylvia so little money for the 1 house that she has 10 turn music teacher 10 make both ends meet. When the first baby, FANNY, 1 Jt' NOR. dies Of flu" she has Inervo, breakdow0 and refuses ever 10 go back to the flat where she and Fanny lived together. She is sure that he doesn't care for her, and he has a hard time persuading her 10 come back 10 him. He finally swears never 10 look at another woman, and he and Sylvia begin life anew in the Little White House. A year later, their second baby, a little bird, is born, and Sylvia feels that her cup Of happiness is full. Then BABS DELANO, an old school friend, comes 10 take a job in town as librarian. She stays at Sylvias house hile shes looking for flat; and Fanny and she fall wildly in love ith each other.
 Ranny lsks Sylvia 10 divorce him. and she refuses to. Then she changes her mind about it, and tries to find Rarny 10 tell him that she will give him up to Babs. But she cant locate him, and the next she hears Of him he has been hurt in a railroad wreck. with Babs Delano. Sylvia hurries 10 the town where he has been taken, to find him al the point of death. Babs is dead already. CNOW GO ON WITH THE sTORY)
 CHAPTER LNV
 Peter said goodby to her in the lobby of the little hotel, with q yaWning night clerk and drummer for a soda pop firm looking on.
 Rut there was nothing in their parting that made the drummer sit up and take notice-nothing to make the night clerk stop his mag rificent yawns. They parted almost as casual acquaintances might have said ft~cwell.
 "Goodby, Peter" Sylvia said looking at him from under her thick Iashes. "You've been so good to me. But then, you always are good, aren't ou? You're just made that way--I don't know how to thank you."
 Peter broke in upon her words blushing furiously as he always did when anybody said anything nice 10 hi about himself.
 He assumed the manner of an elderly u..cle.
 NOW, you run upstairs and have q good nights rest" he ordered her, i've told tne nurse how to get hold of you. if anything happens. So if you don't hear anything. you'N know that Ranny's all right. AS your Aunt Agony would tell you, No news is good news
 He held out lis hand. shook hers and left q roll of bills in it.
 "You may need that" he said. shaking his head as she tried 10 give il back 10 him. "They cashed a check at the hospital for me. Re member. pr. Buzzard will be up here before long. I know everything is going to be all right. Goodby. my girl"
 He backed away from her, with a friendly little nod.
 To see him go, no one would ever have guessed that he was leaving the one and only woman in the world for him. And if his heart was sore and heavy--and it was-he gave no sign of if. He even Whistled a little under his breath, as he walked almost jauntily across the lobby and out of the door.
 Once outside. the whistling stop ped instantly and the jauntiness went from his step. You could see , him then for what he was, dis appointed and unhappy bachelor. . middle age.
 When he left her, Sylvia went i slowly up the stairs and down the ! long red-carpeted corridor 10 the room that he had engaged for her.
 Sh went in, locked the door be- ! hind her, and stood in the middle of the room. staring al the red roses ! woven into the rug.
 She stared al them, but she didn't | see them.
 She was seeing Ranny as he lay ! on the hospital bed, with that ghast- ly pallor ,n his face. She could see him lying there like q dead man, l barely moving the sheet with his 1 breathing.
 She thought Of Babs DeIano She i tried 10 be sorry because Babs Was | dead. But she couldn't feel any sor- row. She coulGn" feel anything.
 Her brain and her soul seemed to , be me . in a passion Of waiting. That was all she could do-to wait! i The. had told her so at the hospital. ! "All you can d is wait, Mrs. i Phelns." the nurse had said In that ]