New Britain herald., 1927-07-27

I Sally" she was saying now. ant she was saying 1t sharply. DO walk up and don't be so lazy! I declare if you girls would stop staying uI half the night you'd be worth some thing to somebody the next day Sally. do you hear me? GET UP!" Sally stirred, stretched, and open. ed her blue eyes to a world ol troubles.
 Usually she was as light-hearted | and filled with the joy of life when she woke in the morning. but de- pression lay heavily on her soul today. It seemed to her that all her problems waited there at her bedside for her. Beau's debt, his danger, his elopement. She got out of bed. "Yes, Mother" she said. rubbing her eyes. You want your coffee, don't you?"
 I certainly do! I'm going to have q headache if I don't get it pretty soon. I can feel one coming one" And Mrs. Jerome sighed as she went away to find the morning paper.
 She was comfortably reading In her green velour chair when Sally carried her coffee and toast to her on a little tray.
 Its Sunday. Can't I have some eggs, too?" she asked, looking up in the most woe-begone way at her daughter. On Sunday the family always had eggs for breakfast as a oncea-week extravagance.
 Sally shook her head. T didn't order any yesterday" she began. And there's only. one in the house."
 She stopped. and then went on quickly: "I'll fix it for you. Mother. How would you like it-poached ?"
 After all, she told herself. poor Mother had so few pleasures that 1t was q shame ever to deprive her of anything that she wanted to eat. For eating was a passion with her.
 'I'd like it fried,' said Mrs. Je- rome, who had been forbidden ever 10 touch fried foods by her doctor.
 'I'll tell her about Beau after she's had her breakfast in peace" thought Sally, as she watched a lump of butter sizzle in the frying pan.
 It was while she was toasting a piece of bread to serve with the egg that she heard Millie's voice in a wild scream, coming from the sitting room.
 sally! Sally! Hurry up! Oh, hurry up." she called, and Sally dropped the toast and ran.
 Mrs. Jerome had fainted in her chair. and N1illie was crying wildly and trying to prop her up against her pillows. On the floor at her feet lay the spilled contents of the breakfast tray. 4 little pool of cof- fee was fast darkening the rost pattern of the rug.
 What happened?" asked Sally. taking one look and then rushing back to the kitchen for cold water. Mrs. Jerome had fainted before, and she knew just how to go about re- vlving her.
 Millie's voice, high and excited for once. followed her: T was asking her what she thought about Beau eloping with Mabel last night, and she threw up her hands, all of a sudden, and just keeled over. I never saw anything happen so fast in my life."
 You shouldn't have said a word to her.' scolGed Sally. dashing the water into her mothers face hand ful by handful. T was going to take my time, and break it to her gently"
 That's just the trouble." Millie broke in snarpily. You baby her so that she can't stand anything. You keep her wrapped in cotton wool and there's no reason for it. She's just as strong as you and me or stronger"'
 "Husn.' Sally put her finger to her lips, for her mother was stir ring now. Her eyes fluttered open and her lips moved as she tried to say something.
 'Bea'l-' she whispered, and then her plump face wrinkled and she began to cry piteously. Sally put her arms around her and pressed her mothers check against her shoulder.
 "Now. now. Mother, don't cry" she murmured, soothing her mother as she had comforted her and sooth- cd her hundred times before when things had gone wrong. "Beau's old enough to get married. Surely you want him to live normal mans life and have wife. don't you?'
 "Yes. but not that rag doll of 8 Mabel." wept Mrs. Jerome, who had all sorts of unkind names for Mabel What good will she ever be to him. I'd like to know? She doesn't even air her own bed when shes here in this house."
 "shc can make as good a living as he can, thcugh," Sally reminded her quietly. And, after all, that's the kind of wife that Beau needs.