Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1928-12-08

nights newspapers still on the tsDle'
the children's toys over everything
and a diaper thrown carelessly over
the back of a chair.
Patst epped gingerly through the
door as Byrd introduced her.
Margy'S apologies ran into tire
some detail. Why hadn't Byrd tele-
phoned that they were coming! So
few people ran out hat far that she
harlly expected any one any more.
The laundress and she had been try
ing to wash out the children's
things. She had let her maid 20
after Peter got better.
II want to talk to Marcy" said
Byrd Il Pat, after a little while.
Would you mind taking Peter and
Joan out doors for a little while 2"
Pat didn't bat an eye. Byrd knew
very well that she loathed babies,
especially when they we're still III
the cocoon stage. when they were ali
GRUMPY and smelled suspiciouSly
moist. Even Joan's face was COM
pletely ruined by a little, smudgy,
sticky nose.
"All kids howl the minute / look
at them" Pat said, hoping that she
would get her idea across to Byrd
without offending Marcy.
But Pat saw that Marcy resented
having her children called kids
please" insisted Byrd. and Pat
smothered a Darn" grabbed Peter,
who Immediately started to wall, and
departed out Of the real living room
door with Joan trotting beside her.
Byrd plunged at once into the OBJ
ject Of her visit.
10 was hard TO explain to Marcy
that Jack had run after her that
night at the Meadowbrook club, and
insisted on getting into the car with
her and going home with her. But
she did. II was hard to explain her
reyulsion to Jack, and the reasons
for il. But she did that, too. She
couldn't doubt Margy's complete IN
Outstanding Of the whole situation.
Marcy was used TO Jacks dis
Royalties. .
I'm sorry that you're Jacks wife,
and that you have to suffer through
! acts Of his" said Byrd. with a cloud
Of worry hanging over her breeding
eyes. Sometimes ] think life would
be much easier for wives il there
wasn't any of this bootleg stuff. All
this drinking has so much to do with
unhappy homes.
Then Byrd was aware almost at
once that she had said altogether the
wrong thing. Marcy was furious.
She looked hard and intolerant. No
doubt, Margy'S mind. thought Byrd.
fed 10 constantly upon suspicious,
that IL had lost completely the ability
70 discriminate. Something had de-
stroyed her sense Of equilibrium.
you, Of an people, Marcy began,
in her thin. dry voice, sharp and
flashing as the string from the end Of
A whip. you have the nerve TO
come here into my own home and tell
mo Jacks making love to YOU. Jack
Duncan wouldn't be interested in any
woman IL she didn't make love TO
him. He'd never have shown you
the least attention il you hadn't
hurled yourself at his head!'
why. Marcy Duncan, what are
YOU saying ?" asked Byrd. staggering
out of her chair rs If she'd been shot.
Her voice sounded hurt and be-
wildered.
ooh. I've been watching you'll" said
Marcy, in a bitter tone. Its all
| right TO put on a mask when you're
with women, and pretend you're
sweet and Shy. but I've noticed you're
another person when the men arc
around
Byrd only continued to stare at
Marcy, incredulously.
"Margy, do you honestly think I've
been trying to vamp Jack2 Or has
some one been telling you this, some
one, perhaps. who has a grudge
against me?'
The only possible explanation IN
Byrd's mind was that India had been
spreading her dangerous kind of
| gossip.
"How would YOU explain how he's
behaved toward you right from the
beginning? That very first party,
when you and he came in two hours
late? How could you explain my
finding your vanity case in his
pocket" continued Marcy, in a loud,
challenging. unnatural tone Of voice.
Slowly Byrd walked over To her
and stood looking at her.
MARCY, l liked you better than ]
did any one in Larry's crowd she
said. trying desperately to keep her
voice from showing the hysterical
point which she was fast reaching.
There was nothing but blind, black
chaos in her heart, seething under
meath. Il admired you because you
kept your head up and your mouth