New Britain herald., 1927-06-04

! A girl soon learns that she mu : play up to a mans moods.' The record and Lucia ran dow l together. Phillip was glad of tha and ha also drew . sigh of reli, when each of the other two boys ha danced with Lyra and the part broke up.
 T think I'll go out for . littl
 spin." he said to his mother as th
 last guest passed tho door. '-Thos
 cigarets that Jerry Kenyon smoke,
 coupled with Luella Carr's heay
 perfume. made me feel rather vel low.'
 "Oh, Is that it?" exclaimed Mir, Hilliard. Would 1t bother you Phil. If I went with you? You don care, do you. Anne? My head feeling badly, too. It is too bad tha the roadster won't hold the thre of us."
 "Oh. wouldn't do such a craz, Ethtng under any circumstances a to go driving this time of night, said Mrs. Tracy. "Of course, wouldn't stop you from doing 1t i you wish to 50. but I am sure <, good sleep for both of you would b, better than skylarking around th' city in that roadster. Sometimes Phillip. am almost sorry bought 1t for you"
 NO. you're not, Mumsy, you onl, | think so once in a while. You'v, always tried to make mo happy. 70, know, and you have never given mt anything which pleases me so mucl as that little blue roadster"
 Well. good night. Anne-we'l not be gone long," said Mrs. HI. Hard. T know I'll sleep better fo, having q breath of fresh air."
 She wrapped herself in a big flu, coat, the high collar of which onl, left her gleaming eyes to be seen and they seemed to widen with th< expectancy of child as she stepped 1 into the roadster.
 It seemed to Phil as he threw the gears into high and the car picked f up with purr that heaven could hold no bliss that would be greate, than speeding along the smoott pavement in the cold moonlight with Lyra Hilliard beside him and all thc rest of the world asleep.
 Neither of them spoke. He be. cause he was so happy. and she be- cause she was so sad.
 All the evening she had been in. expressibly depressed by her con- tact with those young people.
 Lyra Hilliard was one of those women, of which this world seems to be pretty full, who do not under. stand themselves. and therefore are the moro dangerous.
 She thirsted for the youth which she saw rapidly speeding away iron, her until 1t had become an obses. sion.
 She tortured herself by keeping young people about her as much as possible. not to enjoy their fresh- ness and their new viewpoint of life but because she was always trying to contrast them with herself or rather hoping to find ont how little contrast there was between them and herself.
 She was continually trying to cheat herself. looking in every mir TOT, glancing in every eye to see If they still held the image of her youth.
 All of her great effort was i'll try ing to hold her own With the new generation which was sprlnging ur beside her and she was becoming very tired.
 | Every time she saw admiration in young eyes she hugged 1t to herself and fed her vanity upon it. Every time she felt that some young girl 1 was trying to offset her cleverness her experience and her undeniable charm by the evanescent beauty Of youth and innocence. she told her self that it was not necessary to parade her knowledge of life-she even tried to pretend to herself that she had forgotten everything in the world that life had taught her.
 Perhaps if Lyra Hilliard had borne children her whole nature would have been changed. for even her greatest enemies--and she had l many-never doubted for a moment that she had wonderful under standing and appreciation of the viewpoint of youth, even if she used it selfishly to provide herself It, tie longer with a capacity for youth ful folly.
 She was particularly unhappy to. night, for she knew unerringly that not one of those young girls who had paid so little attention to her had been fooled in the slightest by her assumption of youth. They all, however. had acknowledged her charm and had unconsciously ar- raigned themselves against her. She was sure that Lucia Carr had voiced something of this kind to Phillip just as she knew by an undefinable expression in the eyes of the others that they thought she was poaching. True-she was perfectly aware that she invited this. but that did not keep the knowledge from rub bing,. salt into the raw wounds of her vanity.
 She looked at the boy beside her and wondered of what he was think ing. She had not noticed that he had slowed up the car beside the road which, on the one side, was lined Witl, trees and that now were stripped of their leaves, while below, on the other side, the moon was making paths of silver on the broad Hudson.
 The car came to a dead stop.
 (To Be Continued)
 What will come Of this moonlight