New Britain herald., 1927-07-09

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 My head would ache too if live
 the way she does! Lying around Ii
 bed half the time with her nose il book, and eating herself to death | If she'd get up and stir around sh
 wouldn't have so many aches am pains. She's no more sick than
 am. And I certainly am not.
 She's got the dry rot, that's all!"
 There was a good deal of truth il what Aunt Emily had to say on th' subject. Mrs. Jerome wasn't half g. sick as she was unhappy. She wa filled with a deep disgust with life and had been ever since she Lat lost her husband.
 Now that her children were growI and no longer needed her. she -hat no interest in life except the book! in which she buried her humiliation and her sorrow. Her sickroom was { kind of safe harbor from the world There she hid herself from the peo pie who pitied her, month in anC month out, year after year.
 She was. as Aunt Emily said. "nt more sick than I'm sick" But she was broken-hearted. And that. after all, is the worst of all tbe ills thai we mortals arc heir to. @ r
 Sally leaned over the bed and kissed her on her soft cool cheek Dear, you'd like some more of that rye bread, wouldn't you?" she ask ed. "Ill get you some right away
 'I'll have a little of that apple sauce we had last night for supper too, if there's any of it left" her mother called as she left the dark ened room, with it's over-powering smell of cologne and camphor.
 Ted Sloan was still sitting on the corner of the table when Sally went back into the kitchen for the apple sauce.
 You still here. old thing?" she asked him with light carelessness. I'm sorry I'm so busy right now. But 1 am-and after take this ap- plesauce to Mother. I've got to get supper for Beau and myself. So If you've anything to do. you'd better not wait for me-"
 I've all the time in the world he answered slowly and deliberate ly. 'I can sit here til morning if necessary"
 But it isn't necessary" Sally's voice was sharp all at once. And. honestly. I cant do a thing with you sitting there. staring at me like an owl. You make me nervous. .... Go on home like a nice boy and then I'll go out dancing with you tomorrow night-maybe!"
 The thing that first had drawn Sally to Ted Sloan was his dancing. She never had liked him very we'll until one night when he had come upstairs to teach her the Charles ton." That had been two years be- fore, and since then they had danced together once or twice a week. Ted's mother said they were dancing fools' and sarcastically them to get a job on circuit.
 He got up now to go downstairs to her. well, if I'm going to be kicked out I'd better hit the skids myself," he said, and went. banging the screen door behind him. "Sec YOU tomorrow. I want to talk to you 
 Beau came shuffling into the kitchen in pair of old tennis slip pers. His blond hair was rnmpled, and his eyes looked as if he needed sleep.
 "Thought you were going to get me some chow" he grumbled. And instead of that, you're out here chewing the fat with Sloan! What's the big idea, anyway?'
 "The big idea is that I couldn't get rid of him." cried Sally. cheer fully, defending herself. She was always explaining herself and man ing apologies to the family.
 You slice that cold roast beef In the ice-box and I'll make you some Sd lluW dS SOOll hS 6ifC -hoe' 1T this applesauce," she went on. And I must take her some more bread, too. I almost forgot that"
 Beau took a step towards the ice- box. But jhst at that instant the telephone rang and he rushed to answer it. From the tones of his voice Sally could tell that he was talking to his Mabel.
 "Say, listen. Mabel wants to throw 8 party here," he said to her m hour later. when they had fin shed their supper and were doing the dishes.
 Every now and then Beau would help with the work around the house. And when he did, it always meant that he had an ax to grind l favor to ask. So Sally was not surprised now.
 "When does she want to have it?" she asked, hoping that Mabel wasn't going to threw party in this oroiling August heat.
 But it seemed that she was.
 Tomorrow night" Beau answer d. watching his sister from the cor Ter of his light blue eye. Not a big )a rty Inst a few neople in &o have