New Britain herald., 1928-10-27

getner-tnat one ana tnl3 one. Her tenderness then, and her unyielding coldness now. You told me last Saturday night that you were my girl. I thought you meant that you were my girl. I thought you meant that you = loved me enough to marry me. You don't. do you?"
 She told him with . terrible di- rectness. "I love you. but I don't love you enough. l gueaa. Robp. she said. Eve been thinking things over. and I've made up my mind that I don't love anybody enough to spend all my life on Flower street the way my mother has"
 He took what she said in silence. his eyes fixed btindly on the lake and the far gray sky again.
 Well. all right! That's all there is to that. then!" was what he said finally. T think l see what you mean, Emmy. You can't stand me because I have grease on my hands and oil on my clothes. You want a white-collar man-and l may be one. But it will take time"
 "No-no-I don't want any man." Emmy did not cry easily. but now. for no reason at all, she burst into tears.
 "Now. what are you doin' in here?" asked a gruff voice. A park policeman stuck his head into the car and glared terribly at them. Turn on your lights. and move on! Don't you see that agn over there printed in plain United States for folks like you-'No Parking on This Drive! Now get along before take you both to the station with me!'
 Robb started hla struggle buggy. It seemed to know that he was in trouble. and it sped like q racing car all the way home.
 Don't be cross with me. Robb!" Emmy said when 1t came to . stop before the little yellow house. "I'm only eighteen anyway. and haven't any business thinking about getting married for long time." She laid her hand on his. It was hard tu steel her heart against him.
 He turned face like white flint upon her. Good bye" he said.
 She did not see him again for long time.
 Mrs. Milburn wouldn't hear of Emmy's giving . party at the red brick house on Prospect street.
 Why should you invite your friends to your grandmother's house when you've a home of your own?" she asked on Sunday morning when i Emmy told her about Grandmother Fentland's offer. You've always had the Friday Club here, and there's no reason on earth why 1t shouldn't come bere again. I'll make some patty shells and creamed sweet-breads and the almond filling cake. md decorate the table with red leaves or a Halloween pump kin. Everything will be very nice. Don't you worry"
 'Dut I've invited the girls to Grandmother's already" Emmy walled. And this house is 50 little and awful. I'm ashamed of it!" And I'm ashamed to hear you talk th1t way about it." Mrs. Mil- burn told her with briskness. Its very good little house-I just wish we owned it. surely do. Your Uncle Bill Parks isn't we'll and he's over seventy years old, and I can't help wondering what would happen to us if anything happened to him. Sometimes I think I'll go and ask him for a deed to 1t. I wonder if he'd give 1t to me-"
 She went upstairs and Emmy heard her go across her room and into the big clothes closet that opened from 1t.
 To Mrs. Milhurn that clothes clos ct was sort of sanctuary. When things went wrong in the little yell low house. she always disappeared into it. and Emmy knew that she prayed there = that she took her troubles to Someone in that close- walled little place. as she never took them anywhere else. or to anybody else. Ask, and it shall be given ye," she often said to Emmy when Emmy was filled with discomfort. ment and unhappiness.
 But Emmy. at eighteen. did mol have her mothers serene and houndless faith. You've been pray ing all your life." she would say doubtingly. "and what's it brought you? What have you got out of 1t: Nothing much, as far aS can Bee What is there that l havent?'