New Britain herald., 1927-02-17

And IL certainly was Somethlng
 in her favor that she had sent back
 the brooch.
 Now, I can sell it to Gus. Or at least borrow some money on it," she said to herself. I'll telephone him as soon as I've read Andy's letter."
 Andy's letter. A warm glow of happiness spread over Robbie as she tore open the long narrow en- velope. It was good to hear from him. It was almost like the sound of a voice from home in her ears, the touch of a warm friendly hand on her shoulder.
 And yet I don't love Andy. Not bit really" she thought. But I do like him-more than like any body"
 That was it. She liked Andy, but she loved Gus MacCloud.
 To like a person you had to ad- mire him. respect him, trust him. And she respected and trusted i Andy. l lOfSs IL Stcllltup udu ' ing to do with admiration. respect, and trust It was a feeling that thrilled you when you thought of i the person you were in love with. And you didn't even have to look up to him in order to love him. You loved him in spite of his faults.
 At least that was the way Bob- bic Ransom figured the thing out for herself on February after noon with Andy Jerrold's letter in | her hand.
 But as she read 1t, she began to doubt that she really like Andy Jerrold. after all. Certainly she did not feel friendly and warm toward him, as she reached the end ! of the single typewriter page.
 My dear Bobbie," he had typed, It's too nice of you to be jealous of my new secretary. I had just about made up my mind that you cared so little for me that any sec retary of mine. however beautiful, wouldn't interest you at all, much less make you jealous. However I feel sure that by this time your jealous mood has passed, l and that by this time you again look upon me as a brother. And so can tell you that Miss Phillips | Chats her name) begins to look to me like the nice girl you've al- ways been advising me to look | around for. She really is nice, and she has. brown eyes like yours and her hair is red. Not fiery red, but that deep auburn with gold glints in it."
 Deep auburn with gold glints in it! I bet she has a henna rinse every Saturday of her life!" said Robbie through set teeth as she read that bit.
 She didn't want Andy herself. but it made her boil to think of him being taken in by a sly. smiling simp who had her hair hennaed. She read on: T probably never would have noticed her hair, how ever, if I hadn't noticed her eyes first. They were so like yours"
 Like mine! I like his nerve." sputtered Bobbie, and went on to the end:
 "-and as you know, I've always had a weakness for brown eyes. That. I suppose is because my own are gray. They say that opposites are always attracted to each other, you know. Anyway, I hope that this satisfies your curiosity con- corning Lorraine Phillips, and that you will write to me soon again. By the way, did you like the brace- let I sent you at Christmas, or per haps you didn't get it.
 Cordially yours. ANDY" Robbie held the sheet of paper in her hands, looking down at it. But through and beyond it's white ness. she was seeing Andy Jerrold's , gray eyes-steadfast, and yet not too grave and serious. Usually crinkled with laughter at the cor rers. Somehow or other, it made her dismal and unhappy to think of those gray eyes looking down into Lorraine Phillips brown ones. Looking into anybody's eyes the way he used to look down into her own.
 T suppose any girl hates losing man who's once been crazy about l her." she thought. She stood at the edge of the porch. where the wistaria vine dripped it's bluish lavender blossoms down over her as she tore the letter into tiny pieces and dropped them down be- hind the giant geraniums that bordered the steps.
 AS she stood watching them flut- ter down and settle on the ground like flock of white butterflies, messenger boy turned in at the walk. He had a sheaf of yellow envelopes in his hand-telegrams. Miss Roberta Ransom live here?" he asked, holding up one of them.
 "I'm Miss Ransom" Robbie told him. and took it from him.
 It was from Andy. "IOlC Sou lOOl l6llp1. TlPdSp do not read it but tear it up when it comes. Best love always. ANDY"
 You're too late, old boy" she said to him In her heart, and she crumpled up the slip of yellow paper and tossed it down behind the geraniums, too, along with the fool letter."
 Then she went down to Holly wood boulevard, and sent him a telegram in answer to the one he had just sent her.
 Read letter before wire came"