New Britain herald., 1928-12-01

about her plans for the apartment.
the house warming and the little
teas and supperA but he frowned
and began to talk about the stngins
lessons and Madame Hartzell once
more.
Look here. you'd better call her
up and arrange Tor some more les
sons right away. Emmy" he said.
and swept the room with quick
look. "You haven't any piano here.
have you: Youll have to rent one.
but 1t will DO worth it."
Emmy, thrilled and glowing from
his praise and his interest In her.
smiled at him. and her deep eyes
shone like gray-green stars- But she
shook her head. Didn't he realize
that she could not begin to rent a
piano on her salary? Why. 1t would
cost alTn ost ~ much to rent q fairly
good piano az 1t would cost to take
the singing lessons themselves!
"Of course. ! can understand why
you want to live In a nice. COM
Portable place like this" no was
saying, az he. knocked the ashes out
Of his pipe and tucked 1t away be-
hind the curtains on the window sill.
II wonder II he does understand.
really" Emmy unused to herself.
She doubted that he. or anyone else
who had not lived in q place like
Flower street. could understand
what 1t meant to get out OF it
what joy and relief 1t was to live In
fine. clean street above the park.
you're so lovely. yourself. that
naturally you demand lovely set
ting" Harbison's voice rang on.
And I think you ought to have It.
But want you to have those sing
ing lessons, too. Emmy. ! want to
see you make something of yourself.
Something fine. want to help you
get somewhere with that voice Of
yours" Then he broke off talk
ing. and stood looking down at her,
with his hands thrust into his pock-
ets, for long moment.
She waited for him to 30 on. and
once more she had that feeling thay
he was going to say somethinA
vitality important to her. But all at
once he turned on his heel. said
Good abruptly and gruffly.
and went.
And when he was gone, Emmy
did not know whether she was glad
or sorry.
The next morning. to her amaze
ment. he sent for Lucille Ingham
and dictated all Of his letters to her.
Emmy did not catch so much as
glimpse Of him or hear the sound OF
his voice all day long. and all day
long she went about her work in the
outer office. baffled and crestfallen.
But when she reached home that
night at six o'clock. there was a big
box of dewy purple-and- blue PAN
sizes on the square table in the mid
die Of the living room. and she knew
that he had sent them to her. Who
else was there to send flowers to
her?
Every other day that week more
flowers we're waiting for her when
she got home at night. but HARRISON,
himself, did not come near the flat
or even telephone to her. All eve-
ming she would sit at her table, pre-
tending to herself that she wan
reading. but really waiting. with
every nerve on edge, for the ringins
Of the telephone or the front door.
bell. Waiting for Wells HARRISON.
II must be in love with him." she
told herself on Friday night. when
1t suddenly came to her that she
had even forgotten to go down to
Flower street on Tuesday or Wed
nesday for the strawberry shortcake
that her mother had promised to
make for her.
On Saturday noon there was an
extra ten-dollar bill In her salary
envelope.
At first she thought that the
cashier had made mistake in
counting out her wages. but he