New Britain herald., 1927-04-27

{ Teddy, and waltzed into the parlor, he showroom Of the house with which Mrs. Speed had so unsucccss- fully fried to intrigue her interest. Mrs. Speed ambled after her
 "You saia you had phono- graph" began Teddy, and then caught sight of the cheap!y vcrgrr- d instrument r. stood just under Teath Grotcsquoly tinted enlarge lncnt of Mrs. Speed and her de ceased spouse.
 The picture evidently had been taken in the haicyon days of the land'ady's~ youth. It was enclosed in m ornate gilt frame which Mrs Speed covered once every year with fresh gilt bought from the ten-cent store,
 That's you. isn't IF" asked Ted Ay with unusual interest. But every thing interested her tonight. He, Don, had spoken very tonderly 10 her that day and had laid his arm on her shoulder for a moment. Per uaps. .
 DO you like tt?" quizzad Mrs, Speed, coyly,
 "TW say. Why you've hardly chanEed.' declared the ar'ful Ted dy, spu.ntinr at the picture and then back al the original.
 "Oh. now, Miss Farrc'l-" That's right" arorrea Teddy, hiding 2 mischievons grin hy stoop- ing 10 peruse the contents Of tho phonOgraph case.
 "You go right ahead an enjoy yourself. There's some nice pieces in th~ casc.' the Iandlady threw back over her shoulder, as sho went out
 Th" records, Teddy found. were diseustingly out Of date, Mrs. Speeds taste ran 10 church hymns and martial airs. Teddy played one, 'Hark. the Herald Angels Sing" just 70 be polite. while she took chance on the last case.
 She found one comparatively new. Some tenant probably had contributed t 10 Mrs. Speeds col lection. Teddy waited imnatiently for the last peal Of the organ on the Herald Angels and then put the precious piece on.
 "Drif'wood from the ship of dreams
 sill drift hack to me. All that's left 10 rte, it seems.
 From the used 10 be-" Little words Of tnndcrnees--
 The little sob sister hummed along with the tenor whose splendid voice the scratched surface Of the record waa reproducing with nasal twang. T. was May again and she was dancing at the Country club with Don. \ tenor in the orchestra was singing it.
 "1ts Driftwood' they're playing isn't fl. Don ." she was asking again above the din of tho music, and he was answering ahscntly-"Yeh-- good tempo"
 ''Ho. num-" sighed Teddy, and then played the record over again. She played it over and over again. The worn spring in the ancient ma chine gave out and Teddy vas forced 10 quit.
 Up in her room she went through her modest wardrobe trying 10 de eide what she would wear the 7eXt day. If it turned out to be q. nice day she would wear white. even If all the girls were wearing Fall n iNc-c T'riTr- et, ,n custom. Before shn put out the light she pressed her lips on the tiny clipped picture of Don. She fell al most immediately into an untrou- hled sleep.
 II was Tuesday afternoon, A ian- tor had been called to move back flow of the desks and tables in the editorial room. Pop had decid- cd on this room instead of the di- reCtors' room, because of it's greater size. Chairs wore placed in semi circle facing the copy table. which, for the occasion, had been convert cd into judiciary table. 4 swivel chair was set al it's head. Here would preside Roger Brooks, anos- tie Of civic virtue and author of vltriollc editorials inimIcal 10 the Ring and the Underworld.
 The hands of the clock pointed 10 the hour of l D. m. when the ele- vator door clicked open. Out into the corridor stepped the figure of lareg man not unlike Roger Brooks in appearance with leonine head and thick, white hair.
 II was Judge George Wharton o' the Superior Court. He passed with firm steps into the publishers nri- vate office. greeting the latter with friendly cordiality.
 Two minutes afterwards Henry Bolton, the district attorney of Ca tawba county. was admitted 70 tho inner sanctum Of the newspaper man. He was followed almost i'm mcdia'"lv by Donald Kcene and Teddy Farrell. Don was carving q black leather bag which he opened aS once and took from it the dictu-