New Britain herald., 1928-12-05
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He wants to marry me-" thought
Emmy. and it flashed through her
mind that Mariana and Cassie and
little Lovey would be glad to know
Wells Harbison's wife and CAD about
with her.
Il kidded myself that ! was inter-
ested in your voice." he said next;
"and l thought was sorry for you
because you were lonely and poor,
Emmy. But it wasn't either OF those
things. I've been in love with you
from the start. and ! suppose I'm
wouldn't tell you. by Jove. either.
except that l know it doesn't make
very much difference to my wife
what l do"
He stood up. II want her to d.
vorce me. and I want you to marry
me. can't live as I have been liv-
ing. Emmy"
He laid his nand over her lips Al
she started to speak. Don't say =
word now. Think it over. I'll SEQ
YOU in a day or two"
Give me as long as you can"
said Emmy, as he went out. "I'n
have to have time to talk this Az
over with my mother. . How
about Saturday afternoon"
She felt very helpless and young
Just then. For the first time In
months and months she felt the
need Of her mother. She felt thav
she had to ask her mothers ad-
vice on this thing that had cropped
up-this problem Of herself ana
Wells HARRISON and Wells Harbi-
sons wife and his child.
She dropped off to troubled
sleep that night with frown be-
tween her eyebrows and Robb
Hollis modest little pearl-and- gar
net ring still shining on the third
finger of her left hand.
1t was six o'clock on Friday when
Emmy turned the corner on Flow
er street.
The sun was shining and the ugly
little place did not look nearly SO
ugly as usual. The rain of yester-
day had washed the road and side
walks. and the sky above the wooden
mill was a clear blue that was re-
Elected in the puddles along the
road.
Halfway up the street Emmy
stopped dead still in her tracks.
Her mother had come out of the
little yellow house and was stand
ing on the sidewalk in front Of II.
shading her eyes with her hand as
she looked at it. Emmy looked.
too. She stared. She could
hardly believe her eyes.
For the little yellow house was no
longer dark green that did not
show the SCOT.
1t was yellow-a pale. soft yellow
with snow white trimmings! And
against the gray background OF
Flower street it was as clean ana
gay looking and fresh as daisy un
du.t heap.
AS she came nearer she saw that
| there were ladders propped against
the side Of it under the sycamore
! tree. On one of them stood Robb
Hollis. hard at work in paint-smear-
ed blue overalls. Below him. on the
ground. Perry. also in blue overalis.
was mixing paint and turpentine IN
a tin can with long stick.
CHAPTER l.
The fence had been been painteu
white, too, and Mrs Milburn had
tied all of her broken bridal-wreath
bushes against the pickets with
strips of linen. There they stood like
little cripples in a hospital ward.
She turned swiftly when she saw
Emmy. and into her face came it:
old. bright, rosy look.
"See. Emmy. here's the little yer
low house again.' she called as she
waved her hand after all these
years! Now you can see how prett,
it was when your father and
moved into it,"
Emmy nodded silently with one
arm around Mrs. Milburn's shout
ders.
Isn't it a shame that he cam
see it the way it used to be-"
wisful note crept into her mother
pretty voice. He Always like tn
yellow paint SO much. 'us
think, Emmy, you've all grown vi
and I've got old and tired out ano
YOUR fathers gone. But the hous'
| is Just the way it was when you
father rented it."
She swallowed hard for a minute
Il always feel, somehow" sh'
wound up. that so long as I've go
the house / haven't lost-him."
From his ladder Robb waved ;
paint brush at Emmy. but he di'
not come down to her.
"How's Old Maids Castle?' h.
called, his teeth flashing in boyisl
grin. and Emmy answered cheer
fully that she loved living in Il.
80 you're painting houses nos
instead OF pictures. Ell what?' sh
chaffed Perry as she and her moth
cr started up the path to the house
He laughed. ~ cab. I've given u
painting for WILHELM going {
try 10 sell some of my stuff for
change"
what do you mean? aske'
Emmy puzzled.
Her mother answered her ques
ton. He means he's going down {
New York tomorrow night wit
some of his things to show them I
some art editor. Is that what 70
call them? one Of those men VIII
buy the pictures for magazines?'
Emmy nodded
We'll. Perry has been sending hi
pictures around to the different al
EDITORS" Mrs. Mlburn went on t
explain, land one Of hem wrote an
asked him to seld on some more u
his things. 7 tell him that I'm sur
he'll get some regular work nov
doing illustrations for stories an
! articles and things I'm inst sur