New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1928-11-24
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throat. 1t was a disturbing thought
that this man for whom she work.
ed had been in ,ove with her ever
since she had been working for
him. This man. with his paper mills
ard his easy manner that only a
background of wealth can give. with
his foreign car and his platinum,
and-gold cigarette case! The
thought flashed into Emmy's mind
that the wife of a man like Wells
Jim Baldwin on more than an equal
footing. She cold hold her head up
anywhere in the world. She could
have almost anything that her
heart desired or her pride dictated.
But. after all. he had said only:
Il think l must be in love with
YOU" He hadn't been quite sure of
himself, and there was something
battling in his silence now.
They were half way home when
he put out his gloved hand and
drew Emmy's hand under it on the
rim OF the steering wheel. We'll
talk about this again." he said. IN OF
tonight. There are some things I've
got to think out, Emmy And
Emmy wondered what he could
mean. She drew her hand from I'M
der his after minute or two. II
made her uncomfortable to have II
in his. somehow,
At half-past eight they turned
into Prospect street. and Emmy felt
glow Of satisfaction as they slid
to a stop before Grandmother Pent-
lands red brick house.
What If I'd have to drive into
Flower street with HIM" she said
to herself with a shudder. thinking
OF the night when Jim Baldwin had
taken her home to the little yellow
house.
DO you live here? In this
house," Astonishment sounded ir
Harbison's voice as he looked up al
the dwelling place Of his twenty.
two dollars-a-week stenographel
who could not afford an Augustine
hat.
Its my grandmother's house.
Emmy said simply. as she stepped
| out of the car. We live with her
Thanks for this afternoon-it's beer
lovely. Good night"
Good night" HARRISON held hel
hand. For second she thought hi
was going to say something more Il
her. Then suddenly he let her &c
and started his car.
Good night" he said again, and
| drove away.
| And that was how things began
between them.
Emmy stood on the front porch
| and watched his car go smoothly
down the street between the lamI
posts. 1t turned the corner. No
| until then did she leave the from
porch and go around to the sid,
/ door.
Grandmother Pentland had askel
| all the Mil1,rns to use the side
door. 1t saved the Aubusson carpe'
in the front hall. SO she said.
She was having her regular Sat
urday night bridge game with he,
three old cronies Emmy conld "ea,
the sound Of voices and high crack
cd laughter as she passed the CLOSED
RI nf ri ha,
way upstairs.
Dan was all alone in the SEWN.
room. deep in a murder story.
| where's Mother?" asked Emmy
"Robb came for her and the,
went for a drive They went dow
to Flower street. l think" the DO.
answered. without raising his eye
from his book.
where's Father"
ASK me something easy" sal,
| Dan. making a mocking and disre
| spectful noise in his throat. "Play
ing cards down in the hole in tn
WALL suppose. That's where h
usually hangs out"
| As Emmy walked into her bed
room a familiar sound came floating
up through the opened window
that looked out upon the carriag
sweep-"Clackety- clack-grrmp!" I
was the struggle buggy toiling Vi
the driveway. 1t stopped on long
thin wheeze, and a kind of rust
sob.
A moment later Mrs Milburl
ard Robb came softly up the baci
stairs from the kitchen.
Emmy heard them go into III
sewing room. They spoke to Da
and then Mrs. Milburn came dow
the hall. She tapped upon Emmy
locked door.
"Robb's here, dear" she said. II
wants to see you"
Il don't want to see him.
thought Emmy. her mind still file
with the image of Wells Farbison-
his voice, and the way he had locke
at her through the darkness as h
started off in the great shining ca
that had been made for him j
| France.
"All right" she called. indif
terently.
(TO BE CONTINUED