New Britain herald., 1927-09-01

didn't say anything about any cir
-" She laughed foolishly, but SHE
remained silent.
All the time Sally was helping
Ter out Of her rumpled, perfumeG
clothes, and into her sheer, pink
muslin nightgown, she pretended tc
he deaf and dumb, so far as Mabel
was concerned. She would neither
listen to her nor answer her -
and the more Mabel tried to shake
and threaten the truth out of her.
the more stubbornly she kept up
that maddening silence.
At 8 in the morning, Beau had
Mabel fed the baby and went to bed.
| The next morning at 7, when Sally
! tiptoed downstairs to the kitchen
| for the baby's next bottle. Mabel
was here ahead of her.
She was in curl papers and her
eyes were red with weeping.
Beau didn't get home until 6
O'clock" she said. "He was drunk,
and has an awful cut on his fore
head and one on his arm. He says
he spent the evening with Mile and
Davy. But of course. he's lying.
His cars smashed up somewhere,
anyway, and he walked home. l saw
him come"
Having said this, she took a long
breath and went on: Il never should
have given up my home Out here
We don't have anything to do-Beau
and |. No wonder we get sick of
each other, just sitting here in one
room, staring at each other.
Do you think he's really got a girl
Sally?"
No" Sally fibbed promptly and
forcefuly. She was sure that Millie
had told the truth about him the
night before
She filled the coffee pot and lit
the gas ring.
IF I had the money I'd keep
house again." Mabel whined. But
I haven't got it--and I never will
have it until | get another job. !
wish I could go to work again for
a while. The baby doesn't need me
anyway. You take better care of
him than I do, Sally, and l don't
know what to do with myself all
day around here
Sally said nothing.
She thought, herself, that Mabel
u !, u-nrl-iro To
money for house furnishing, than
she was here, lying around the
house all day in soiled kimono,
reading one ma gazine story after
another-just as fast as she could
read them.
And beyond all doubt, It was a
bad thing for Beau to have no home
of his own to keep going. Beau
was the kind of man who had to
have his nose kept to the grindstone
if he was to be kept out Of mis-
chief Weak, good-looking, young,
loving, he was easy prey
tor the type of girl who will go
Stepping" with another woman's
husband
Il wish 7 knew where to so TO
look for a good iob--onc that would
pay me something" whined Mabel.
Il hate to go back to Bursall's, now
that I have a baby and everything.
The girls will all think it so queer
that I have to work gain"
She found Job sooner than she
expected,
Mile was sick all day Sunday,
Monday and Tuesday, But on
Wednesday she went to work.
At noon she came home IN a
.axicab.
Sally, who was peeling potatoes IN
The kitchen, saw her coming and
hurried to the front of the house |
% meet her, thinking that she had |
come home with a sick headache or
som ething of the kind.
But Mile was far from being !
sick. She came storming into the
rouse, with her eyes blue-black with
Jury and scarlet color flaming IN
Ter cheeks like a danger signal.
what on earth's the matter?'
sally asked, as she hurled herself
Town upon a chair in the wide, cool
railway and threw back her fur
trimmed chiffon coat. Miles work
ng clothes ali looked like party
lresses and wraps.
Il never know where I'm going
o land before the days over she
often had said when Sally advised
Ter to wear plain little frocks to
he office and so I always put on
he kind of clothes in the morning
hat 1 can wear TO restaurant for !
Inner in case anybody asks me ,
,ut"
She banged the hall table with her |
title fist so that the crystal bowl |
If roses on it fairly danced.
I'll tell you what's the matter"
;he answered, trembling with rage.
I've quit my job-that's what, And |
could smash John Nye's face for
i'm"