New Britain herald., 1928-03-07

l J!ll huddled up In tho other, sleepy and tired. miserable in heart, body
 and mind.
 She told him calmly and briefly
 just what had happened. and she
 felt convinced. even as ahe told 1t.
 that he believed she was lying. Then he told hts story which, as 1t hap pened, and she herself came to know
 afterwards, was the truth. As he
 told 1t. however, she believed Of him just as she felt sure he believed of
 her-that he was lying!
 Puppets. the two Of them, Of I Easy Money-money that had come
 quick and unexpected. obtained at
 the cost of only slight effort:
 money unearned by real work, and i therefore unappreciated.
 ! And now that same money was 1 turning them against each other.
 For, had they both been busy, as 1 during the first four years Of their
 marriage. they would have had no time nor inclination for parties. and 1t was the parties that brought about their misunderstanding in the present instance.
 "Where does your-er-friend ! llye?' asked Jack as he turned the car from the River road into the city street He was told that she had no idea where the professor lived.
 Well" he said, shooting a. dis dainful glance at the sprawling fi- gure on the seat, a figure that was an excellent replica, had he but known it, Of what his own had been only a short time before, when Pat Sweeney had found him asleep ill a Norris chair in his private study, what are we gonna do with him? That's what I'd like to know. We can't dump him out in tn street; we can't take him home with us-- at least We von't-and I don't care to be seen at this hour in tn morn- ing unloading him at any hotel. So tn question is-what are We [ do?"
 ''Its only a few block from here to the hospital" suggested Jill, her woman's wit finding 8 way out Of their quandary. Why not drive there with him, say that he was taken ill at tn party, and leave hin, for tn doctors to sober up? It's a. terrible imposition on them, but it's q way out for us."
 Thus did Professor Le 7arte hap pen to find himself all dressed up in a cotton flannel nightgown, when he finally woke up close to noon on the day following the festive eve ming in the House That Jack Built.' And how, please, would he like his eggs and toast? And did he care for grapefruit and cream in his coffee?
 Yes, he told the pretty nurse, be cared for pefruit-hut not in his coffee. He also liked cream.
 So it is in the Game of Life. w. make our move. place paWn here. { there. Then the Devil of Chance /. springs up, kicks over our castle of | cards, and leaves us hanging in the { air aphorlcally. Or. as in the !! professors case, the player does a t fIipflop and lands in bed with some ! body waiting to hand him his toast , and coffee on q silver platter. Life, f
 Something along this line might X haN. been pcrcolating through the . mind of Jack Stuart that morning. . as Jill and he walked out of the ga rage where they k. .pt their sedan. ' into the murky chill ol early ,norn- , ing. He was tired. S;' py and sick. .
 Its beginning tu frlhe me-" he < said. with q noticeable emphasis on . the pronoun, that were playing an . alI-around fool game. Maybe you . find a lotta fun in this kind or ' thing, but I'll be darned if I do!'
 Shc made no reply to his irritable {. renlark-an obvious offering for an argument. Jill chose always to air her personal affairs within the con fines of her own household. T. was after they had reached the privacy of their room, and both Of them had secured the refreshing. soothing I benefits of q hot bath and cold that she gave voice to her thoughts.
 ''If you think Jack,' she said. "if you believe for one moment that l am enjoying these crazy, hootch- parties. you are vastly mis- taken. Maybe if I drank tn Vile stuff I'd get what you all call th' glorious kick that your cocktails But tn more I See of its effects. the less desire have 10 try X it. As for these parties, I'd forty