New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1927-07-30
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she asked in a cross tone. who ha
better right. I'd like to know
II you can't celebrate your owl
wedding. when are you supposed t,
celebrate2"
I'm sure I don't know, bu
please don't do any more celebrat
ing while Mr.. Nye is here" Sail!
begged her. "Millie wants her little
supper to go off well, and 1t won
if Beau and Ted get to drinking"
Mabel's expression OF annoyance
deepened. well, for heavens sake
you'd think Miles Mr.. Nye wal
more important than your owl
brother and bis wife," she said ir
whisper that was as violent as 9
shout. Here we are. back from oul
honeymoon, and all you do is hush
us and tell us to behave ourselves
because Miles Mr.. Nye Is in the
house.-My stars! Who's he that we
should forget we were just married
twelve hours ago"
| Hush, he'll hear you!" Sally
fairly wrung her hands in agony
"Oh do be still. Mabel"
But Mabel did not need to be told
to be silent just then. She had
paused in the doorway Of Beau's
room, and her eyes were like sau.
GERS as she stood there, spell-bound
For Beau's room was no longer
Beau's room.
It was Miles every inch Of It.
Beau's pennants and pipe-racks
we're gone from the walls. His read
ing lamp was gone from the head of
the bed. His large framed photo
graph of Jack Dempsey in action no
longer decorated the writing desk
between the windows.
Nothing of his was visible in the
room except his big black trunk,
into which Mile had piled all OF
his belongings, helter- SHELTER. few
hours ago.
Her pink dressing-gown lay over
the chair beside the bed. Her imi-
tation-ivory toilet articles lay on the
dressing table. Her nightgown still
lay on the floor, a pile of pink null,
where she had stepped out of it.
Even the air had taken on the scent
of the Love Only Me" perfume
that seemed like part of her, some
how: she had used so much OF 1t
for so long.
well, must say this Is nice
| trick" declared the bride when she
could find her voice, ito pack Beau
up like this!-You might, at least,
have given him a chance to put his
own things into his trunk!-Why
we were planning to stay here for
while,-" She stared at the room
before her in astonished silence for
minute more before she went on:
"Well, Miss Mile will just have
to move all her things out again,
that's all. Because Beau and I have
decided to stay here until We find
n place of our own. It's all settled
I'll Just go out and speak to Mile
now" She turned togo, her small
face grim with determination.
But Sally caught her by the arm.
NO, no. don't say a word now,
dear" she pleaded gently, Just go
back with me, and have nice sup
per, and when John Nye is gone,
YOU can have all this out with Mil
lie" She simply couldn't let Mabel
sDoil Miles evening by starting n
quarrel with her about the bedroom
now. Not before John Nye.
But back in the dining-room,
Mile was doing anything but en-
joyins herself.
I Sally saw that at a glance. as she
opened the door of the dining-room
to usher Mabel in before her.
For Beau had produced pint
bottle of Bourbon whiskey and was
filling five small glasses that stood
before him on the table cloth.
None for Sally. She doesn't in
dulge," he was saying solemnly as
he poured the clear amber fluid,
she'll drink to our health In water
Eli. wot, Sally?"
Mabel reached out eagerly to pick
W her glass. Mabel liked liquor and
did not care who knew it.
"IIey, Don't grab-You'll break
your wrist" Beau said sharply to
her. but his eyes were full of adj
miration as he looked up at his
dashing bride
Sally saw then that he had had
far. far too much to drink already.
His eyes were glazed. and his face
was unnaturally flushed.
Her quick glance darted to John
Nye's face. . . Would he see that
the pair had ocen drinking? And if
he did, what would he think of
them? OF Mile? OF her?
He was smiling as he raised the