New Britain herald., 1927-07-27
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He never would support girl wh stayed at home, and you know il Mother"
 T w-w-won't have you talkin about him!" sobbed Mrs. Jerome ''Beau's a good boy. He's . goo' boy"
 "Yes, he is-like ice." It was Mil lie who said this. standing in th' middle of the room in he pink null nightgown and her littl' pink kid bedroom slippers. "Yo, ask Sally about the bad checks he' been passing. You ought to be glae to get rid of him. That's what" TWILL YOU BE STILL" Sally voice shook as she spoke, and hel face went white with fury. What's the big tdea?" she de manded wrathfully. There's nc need for mother to know abou those checks. It's all right Mother. Beau was overdrawn at the bank last week, that's all." She glared at Mlllie, and Millie glared back at her.
 There is nc quarrel so bitter as the quarrel between two sisters That is one of life's most puZzling facts.
 Sally and Nillic were always hav- ing disagreements. They had had them since their mud-pie days, and it had always been Sally who spoke the first pleasant word. Millie was as stubborn as mule, for all her outward softress.
 It was Sally who spoke the first word now. GO and get Mothers smelling salts. Millie," she said. her eyes losing their blue fire. And let's forget all this. If there's ever a time when we ought to stick togeth- CT, it's now-when we're in trouble '
 "Trouble!" echoed Mrs. Jerome, T know you're keeping something from me-"
 She would have burst into tears once more, but at that moment
  stairs outside and a quick. nervous tapping came at the door.
 That's your Aunt Emily!" she cried. T forgot that she was coming at 9 o'clock to take me out to her house for the day"
 Every now and then Aunt Emily asked Mrs. Jerome to spend a whole day with her.
 Tt gives you rest" she had once explained to Sally. Tt must be terrible to listen to her complain all the time. . After I've had her on my hands for few hours I'm fit for the lunatic asylum"
 Her face was grim and unsmiling now, as she stalked into the room. It was plain that the prospect of a Sunday with her sister-in-law was not cheering her up the least bit.
 "What's happened now?" she asked, looking from Mrs. Jerome's tear-stained face to the broken cup and the coffee stain on the floor.
 It was N1illie who answered, rum ming into the room with the green bottle of smelling salts in her hands. She poked it under her mother s nose, and gigled as she spoke.
 Mother had fit because Beau's eloped with Mabel-a fainting fit, l mean, of course" she said impu- dently. That's the only kind she's ever had, so far"
 First my husband. and now my son! They've both deserted me!' walled Mrs. Jerome, and tears sprang to her eyes again.
 Don't be a fool, Clara Marga- retta!" snapped Aunt Emily. who never used Mrs. Jeromes full name pressive. "Yor ought to thank your lucky stars that he's gone! He's lived on you women long enough. 1t seems 10 me Let Mabel support him for while and see how she likes it. It won't last long!"
 She turned to Sally. Help me get your mother into her clothes" she cried. "I'll take her home and keep her there until she gets over this! She's too much for you. You look ready to drop"
 I'm not, though, I feel like a billion." fibbed Sally. white-lipped and heavy-cyed, as she slipped her arms under her mothers big shoul- ders and helped her to her feet.
 Don't trouble yourselves with me. I can dress myself" Mrs. Je- rome shifted, and sailed out of the room like a grand duchess. It was plain that she was angry with all Of them.
 "She's hurt now because she thinks she's q bother to us" mourn cd Sally. looking after her with un- happy eyes.
 Well. she IS bother. and it's time she knew it.' replied Millie, and her pink lips came together with a snap.
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