New Britain herald., 1926-06-10

: Look your very prettleSt,' Shf said. taring gIoomily into tho wood fire that flickcred in the liv- , ing room grate, "because ] shall he a scarecrow. loo. just terrible iii white. Every one Of my frecklcs seems to stand out like wart when wear it."
 When she had gone Sylvia called up Aunt Agony, Gan l buy dress for Pays wedding with forty-tWo do lars?" she asked.
 Hmm" Aunt Agony considered. T guess you could but ii wouldn't be much of dress. Buy some silk with it and I'll make you one. How'll Lat ? And there's all that rose point lace from your mother $ wedding dress
 Sylvia had never heard of the rose point lace before. She knew that some Of her dead mothers clothes were locked in q big old fashioned trunk in Aunt Agony's carret. But she had never been all lowed 10 so much as glimpse them.
 The next morning when she weni over to the old house on Bleak street Aunt Agony met her at the door with several yards Of lace fest ooncd over her arms. Ii was lovely stuff. ycllowed with age 10 the tone of old ivory. and as deli cate as spiGor-webs woven over q rose blush.
 At the end of three days Sylvia WAS in possession of q white silk dress frosted with that lace, and beautiful enough for a royal bride. ! She looked like q bride herself the night before Pays wedding when the bridal party had its dress rehearsal. She picked up the bou- quet of white flowers that Fay had sent hc" and ripped into the liv- ing room 10 show herself. in all her scented, rustling grandeur, to Ran ny.
 He had just come in fifteen min utes bcfora-an hour late for the little cold supper that Sylvia had out for them on a table before the cozy fire.
 Dear" she said to him, "it's time you were dressing, isn't it?" ] She knew that it was more than time they were starting, but Fanny { hated to be hurried.
 I'm not going" he answered shortly. his head buried in his newspaper. so that his face was hid Gen from her. "I saw Eddie down. town today, and it seems he's asked your friend, Peter Wilk, to be best man-and I'll be hanged if I'll go to the wedding if he's going to be there. I'm not going to sit like bump on a log and watch you and | him march down church a.sle to- i gether! You've got to telephone Fay and tell her you don't feel vel, enough 10 come tonight, or tomor- TOW either!'
 CHAPTER XXTV The upshot of it was that they did not 20 to the wedding rehearsal. Sylvia, still in her lovely, lacy dress sat down at the telephone in the tiny hall and called Fay.
 My word, Sylvia! Haven't you left home yet?" Pays voice, sharp and nervous. came over the wire. Were waiting for you and have been waiting for half an hour.'
 Al that instant Sylvia felt the re- ceiver being taken out of her hand and Fanny spoke into the phone: Hello. Fay, this is Ran-SylVia's rot feeling well enough to come over tonight. She's completely worn out and I believe you'd better ask someone else for your matron Of honor. tomorrow, too"
 He broke of. abruptly, and al' though the little instrument Sylvia could lear Fay an-wer him shrilly, but she couldn't make out what she was saying.
 Then Fanny spoke again: y know it's the eleventh hour, but Sylvia ought not to have promised to be your matron of honor, and anyway'--his voice sank-"anyway, I'm not so keen myself about com- ing to your wedding. You know I think a lot of you, and it's not go- ing . be the pleasantest thing in the world for me to see you walk off as Mrs, Eddie Carter" 1 There was a long silence and then he said "Goodby Fay" in q tender, lingering sort of way, and hung up the receiver.
 When he turned around to face Sylvia her eyes were blinking as they did whenever she was angry. Some peoples c,es blaze at such a time. but Sylvia's were too soft and too hidden by their thick lashes eyer to look fiery.
 why did you say that to Fay?' she asked. shipping off her words. "Why did l say What?'
 "Tell her that you still think lot of her and hate 10 see her mar " Eddie Carter?" Sylvia asked. DO you really think so much of her?"
 Fanny threw back his head and gave a gulf Y of laughter.
 "Why. of course not" he answer ed. but she was awfully sore when I told her We weren't coming to the wedding, and I had to jolly her along a bit-sweetcn her up q bit and soothe her wounded feelings. ! You know that was pretty Shod- dy trick to tell her at the last min Ute that you wouldn't be her mat ron of honor!"
 "Of course it was a rotten trick, but you made me do it"' Sylvia re- minded him. Why didn't you tell her the truth--that you're jealous of Peter Wilk's friendship for me?"
 Ranny's face was ugly with d scowl as he answered her: Yeah, and have everybody know it! No, thank you!"
 Sylvia's hands went out in a lit tie gesture of despair.
 But, Ranny," she said, this way ev.r, body will think you're still in love with Fay! She thinks so now, no doubt, and she's sure to tell it all over and everybody will pity mel Everybody will think you