New Britain herald., 1928-09-10

that I am going away from it all" The remainder of the afternoon
 was spent in her simple grooming 1 A facial. shampoo. q manicure, a Eew hat and gloves. and Lynda was ready for the new adventure. She went down to the station quite early. although the train did not leave until nearly eleven o'clock. Here she found Ralph's man with the tickets and reservations.
 Il hope you have not been wait ing around long, Wilson," she said. II just came. Miss Fenton. MT. Armitage said to come down about seven and wait for you. I'll get your trunk checked and put your bags in your stateroom."
 In 8 little while everything was arranged. and Lynda Fenton board ed the train. and waited almost in d state of coma for the third act of her life's drama
 As the train began to move. she got into her berth, but it was nearly morning before her eyelids dropped over her tired eyes, and she sank name, instead of Ralph's, upon her l lips.
 CHAPTER LXVI As soon as Lynda got settled at har {o1 ~1, to ho | desk to order taxi.
 Your car is waiting at the door, Miss Fenton."
 It was then she remembered that Ralph had told her he would have a car always ready for her while she was ill New York.
 Going down, she found a perfectly appointed town car. with a uniform ed chauffeur, standing at the curb. Lynda stepped into the waiting car. and sank back into the gor- | geous cushions with delight. Never | again would she trudge along with hands full of unwieldy bundles. Never again the need to count pen nies. Never again to eat the cheap est things at the counter lunchroom.
 "If l could only have this with Davie, how happy I would be-" she said to herself, as she remembered how he would come, bringing her piece of taffy. or chocolate drop, land how she would insist upon his sharing it with her. She wondered yyI,a rr-I, E,n tr hn Ia cottage next would sit in the creaky old hammock, and watch the moon peep under the steeple while munch- ing half a piece of candy. as she and Davie so often had done.
 She was brought back to the pres- ent by screeching brakes.
 This is Madam Milfleur's, Miss" said the chauffeur, respectfully, when the car had stopped. Lynda brought her head up with a little sigh. She surreptitiously brushed her powder puff over her nose, got out, and entered the estab- llshment.
 For the first time since she had told Ralph that she would go away with him, she felt embarrassed. She |, knew that Madam Millfleur knew 1 Ralph, and she shrewdly surmised that ''the friend who had her clothes from there'' was Pamilla Sheston. and that probably Pamilla had often been accompanied by Ralph when making her purchases.
 Would Madam Millfleur think she was one of "Ralph's fifty-seven va rieties," as Emily Andrews had all ways referred to the women upon whom he showered attentions? Was she really any different from any of the others? Perhaps some ether women had even loved Ralph better than she did.
 The door was opened by maid, | who looked as though she might have stepped out of a society come- dy.
 "I am Miss Fenton. I had an ap- pointment with Madam Millfleur," Lynda said.
 | "Yes, Miss. Madam has just tele- 1 phoned that she was detained, and she hoped you would pardon her un- avoidable delay. She told me to take