New Britain herald., 1926-06-21

enough. She knew that she was prettier now than she ever had been I-prettier than any of the girls that
 Fanny had lost his heart to. since
 his marriage.
 Fanny! Her thoughts were never
 away from him very long. They
 flew to him now. as she wondered
 if he was at his fathers house or
 not.
 He was.
 He was standing between the tall
 white pillars of the porch, as Pays
 car swung into the gravelled drive
 way that divided the lawn from
 Mother Phelps sunken garden. | He still wore his wrinkled evening
 clothes, and no collar.
 For crying out Of turn!" Fay laughed, Hook at your Friend Illus band! He looks as if he'd slept in his boiled shirt and his breekies."
 It turned out that that was exact ly what he had done.
 Lolly told Sylvia all about 1t, when Fanny had vanished up to the second floor with his son on his arm.
 Your wandering boy was out all gan. He came back to our house after he took you home. And he and Elsie Leopold went out for a ride, somewhere. Then, about three o'clock, he came back and said he was going to stay at our house all night. I cant imagine why he wouldn't go home to you--"
 "rll tell you why" Sylvia sur prised her by saying. He was peeyed at me because he saw Woody King trying. to get fresh with me last night! He said it was my fault
 and you know it wasn't, Lolly, don't you? You know l never look at a mani"
 Lolly brushed her wavy hair back from her forehead with an ex- quisite little hand. She did all her own work in the tiny bungalow. but no one would have guessed it, to look at her.
 Twice a week she had her hair marcelled and her nails done" by woman who did Sally Kings, too. She still took as much care of her small perfumed self as she ever had done in the days before her amazing marriage to Thomas Boyle.
 She looked thoughtfully at Sylvia, now, from under lashes that were heavy with black oil.
 "The trouble with you is that you're buried alive, Sylvia" she said, with the air of a wise old owl. You think that just because some- body slipped a wedding ring over your finger, you must never look al another man again, as long as you live! And you're a simp to think it. If I were you, I'd show MT. Randall Phelps that I was just as attractive to men as he Is to women! He needs a lesson"
 She turned sharply, as Ranny came running down the stairs.
 "Yes, you do need a lesson." she | said, facing him, 'and if I were | Sylvia, I'd give you one or two that i you'd remember! The way you act | ed last night with that Elsie Leo pold! And she .sn't pretty, even!-"
 She would have sad much more, | but Fanny interrupted her. Dads | still conscious. and mother thinks | he's asking for you" he said. and | Lolly jumped down from the hall l table. and ran up to the second ! floor.
 "The darned kid. Whats she been l saying to you?" he asked Sylvia, | when his sister was not only out of . sight. but out of hearing, too.
 Sylvia laughed a little uncomfort- | ably. She's been giving me a little she answered, looking away from him. but don't worry. I'm not going to take it."
 After all, she reflected, Lolly's advice might do for Lolly. It might . do for Fay. or for almost any other woman.
 But, she knew that their system of keeping their husbands eternally jealous would never do for her. It | would never work with Fanny,
 The only way to hold him was to let him know every minute that she loved him, and nobody but him. To make him understand that no matter what he did. sflc would for give him! To let him feel that no matter where he went, she was al- ways waiting to take him back!
 She knew that she never could do anything else, anyway. She loved him too much!
 She looked up at him now, with no word of reproach for last night.
 The hours of worry, when she hadn't known where he was, slipped out of her mind.
 All she saw was his tired face, with puffs under the handsome eyes.
 "I thought, from Lolly's telephone message. that your father was dy- ing" she said, laying her hand on his arm, but if he isn't, shan't we go home now? You must be aw- fully tired"
 He nodded. "We thought at first l plained, "but when Dr. Buzzard got here. he said 1t had been just a spasm of some kind. Run up and get one kid. and we'll go home now. could sleep for week, I'm that Ill in.'
 Sylvia found Mother Phelps sit ing alone in her room. crying. Her beautiful silver pompadour that al- ways stood up like q birds proud rest, was dank and flat this morn ng. And her eyelids were creased lnd swollen by her crying. She was frightened, and she broke into resh sobs when she saw Sylvia.
 "Dr. Buzzard says that all Jamie leeds is a rest" she said. in muf- led tone, "but how can he go away md rest, with no one but Fanny