New Britain herald., 1928-11-30
seem simple and natural.

When they were in his great,
powerful motor. that seemed to hum
to itself with JOY of its own effort
less speed. he glanced at her sharp
ly. What are you doing, Spring
time? Leaving your grandmother's
house? Going on your own?"
Emmy blushed with pleasure al
his lovely nickname for her.
Yes. I'm going on my own" she
said. But she told him nothing
more. Flower street, the yellow
house. and her own family seemed
very. very far away as she lolled
against the soft leather cushions OF
Wells Harbison's autom obile.
They left. wide, busy Superior
avenue and swung down into the
park. There were buds on the trees.
and the cool, sunny air smelled Of
Of April.
1.-The windows of the flat ! want
overlook this heavenly park" EN-
my said That's why want it. All
my life I've seen nothing but"
She stopped herself suddenly. She
had almost told him about the WOOL
en- mill. the p. & C. railroad tracks,
and Flower street!
IAN my life I've wanted to live in
beautiful place." she said. land
have everything just the way it
ought to be. You know what / mean.
A place that had a lovely view. and
| everything new and shiny and nice
in it" And then, just as she had
made up her mind never to let him
know about Flower street. she began
to tell him about it.
you see. all my life I've been a
poor relation" she said. and before
she realized what she was doing she
was telling him all about the Pent-
lands and the Parkses - and about
the NIilburns who had eaten the
crumbs from a rich family's table
all their lives.
She was telling him about Mari
Annals ,cast-off clothes. and about
Uncle Bill Parks promise to give her
mother the little yellow house. and
about Grandmother Pentland. and
Madame Hartzell, and the singing
lessons that she still wanted to take
from Madame Hartzell. She had not
thought about those singing lessons
for long time, but now it seemed
to her that she must take some
more of them at once.
ITS crime not to use a voice, II
you happen to have one, isn't it,"
she asked HARRISON, and he nodded,
solemnly.
ut is" he agreed, land you'll
have to take some more lessons very
soon. I'm going to see to 1t that you
do it. too. think I'll have to
be sort of self-appointed Dutch
uncle to you, Emmy"
He turned his face to her with a
quick smile. his eyes cleaning, his
blond hair shining like gold helmet
in the sun.
Poor little kid" he said. and laid
his hand on hers for Just a second.
Il shouldn't have told you all
these things" Emmy said, after a
minute. I've always carefully kept
them from everybody"
She never could explain to herself
just why she had told them to Wells
Harbison-not even years afterward.
1t was just one OF the puzzling
things that all people do from time
to time, in moments Of weakness or
enthusiasm.
The car stopped before the apart
ment building.
this time,. and it was on the top
floor.
''lSut that's where you want to be,
isn't it," HARRISON asked. as he and
Emmy stood in the lobby. with its
near-Oriental rugs and its pillars of
gilded wood.
do l want to be up as high as
that?" asked Emmy, thinking of
midnight fires and earthquakes.
The manager Of the building was
an enormously stout man who had
worn a black derby hat every time
Emmy had seen him, and chewed on
an unlighted black cigar. He was
decorated with beth of these things
now. as he led the way up three
flights OF stairs to the top floor.
He unlocked the door of the emp
ty suite and ushered them into it. 1t
was simply large living room with
a tiny dressing closet and a timer
kitchenette. The. furniture was dull
blue velvet, and there was a gray
velvet rug on the floor There were
French prints of misty gardens filled