New Britain herald., 1926-06-01
any trust in the other"

Pays clear little laugh rippled out on the darkness.
 "Of course, l would, crazy!" she said, "but I'd never be the kind Of wife that you are, for instance. I'd never sit around the way you do I'd still have perfectly thrilling lit- tie friendships with other men, just as your wonderful Fanny will go on having them with other girls. And don't think that he won't, either, be- cause he will. He's made that way!'
 Sylvia's hold on Fay's arm tight ened. "Oh, do you think he will, Fay? Do you really think hell go on having-friendsh with other women, now that he's married to me?"
 Fay nodded cheerfully Do l think he will? know he will" she answered. Fanny is not one woman man. The wonder 10 me is that he ever married anyone, even you, much as he loves you. He once told me that the thought of getting married was about as welcome to him as the thought of his own fun eral."
 Sylvia was perfectly silent. Her thoughts went back 10 the night when she and Fanny had sat to- ccthcr in the woods and she had proposed that they run away and get married, She wondered if Ranny would have run away that night If he had not been drinlIing-would he have been so eager for her if he had been cold sober? That is, if the thought of being married was as distasteful to him as Fay had just said it was.
 "I'u ask him." she made up her mind. "Tll ask him tonight when he comes home from the poker game
 At two that morning she was still waiting for Ranny 10 come home to her. She sat up in bed, propped against the pillows, with a maga- zine on her knees.
 But she was not reading. Her big eyes. as blue as wood violcts, stared straight ahead of her at the flower patterned paper of tho room.
 How different this life of hers and Rannyis was from marriage as she had pictured it during the enchaht- ed month5 of their engagement!
 She had looked forward 10 1t then. as a sort of sanctuary for both of thcm-a haven of rest and place for Fanny, away from the work aday world.
 She had pictured them in a small white house that would become a homestead for them and the children they would have, as the years went by. She had seemed to see herself and Ranny bent over small white beds in white nursery or making gardens in the yard around that little homestead.
 In her mind these things had stood for Marriage, and for Hap piness-she had expected that she and Ranny would be pals as well as mates and lovers.
 And here she was alone on Sat urday night, waiting for her nus band to come home from the good time that he was seeking outside the four walls of his home! Here she was tucked into a little flat where other families had lived, and where countless other families would live after she and Ranny moved out a little fiat so small that there couldn't possibly be any room in 1t for baby.
 If only Ne had a house and q lawn for Fanny to moW and yard for him to take care off Sylvia said 10 herself. then I'm sure he'd be more interested in staying at home than he is.'
 For she was forced 10 admit to herself that, less than month after their wedding day, Fanny was open Iv bored, not only with his home, but with married life. If he weren't why was he out playing cards tonight?
 At that moment she heard him open the door of The Nest and come softly in. A look Of surprise flashed across his face as he saw her sitting up in bed.
 What do you think you're do- inC?" he asked, throwing his hat and coat down on chair and sitting down on the edge of the bed to take off his shoes. "Lordy, but I'm tired! It's three o'clock--you should have been asleep hours ago."
 She got out of bed and knclt down on the floor beside him. How could l go to sleep until l knew that you were safe and sound, Darling?' she asked. and clasped her hands around his blond head.
 Then she pressed it back. so that she could look straight into those stecl-biue eyes of his. "Tell mo something" she said solemnly, would you have run away with me that night We eloped if you hadn't been drinking? Do you honestly love me? Tell me"
 Ranny gave a short ugly laugh.
 Good Lord, This is what I get for going out for an evenings harm less amusement" he groaned, tears and reproaches and hysterics!"
 Sylvia caught her breath and the tears that seemed always to be ready to fall these days sparl,led in her eyes. She shook her head and then she leaned forward and kissed Ran ny square on his Chiseled month.
 NO, I'm not having hystcrics!" she said. but Fay told me tonight that you once said you'd rather go to your own funeral than your own wedding"
 He jumped up and said "Bah!" with great disgust in his voice.
 "Why do you listen to things she tells you?" he asked, after q minute of electric silence. You know she's always had a tongue mile longl And anyway. whether l wanted to get married or not, the hard cold fact is that I am married. And if you want me 10 stick, you ought to have better sense than to cry all Oyor thn plocp inst because I went