New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1928-09-17
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I ton has always been my curse. and
there wasn't time for that sort OF
thing at Lothrop & Soma Some
thing doing every minute. That
was my salvation.
And then, of course. ] had ia
give it all up. when daddy got 50
sick. And now-with daddy gone
and Tad-Pm like q fish out OF
water. High and dry on a rocky
shore. Nothing to do. but think
about it. It's a devil of life.
Craig.
"And mother doesn't make things
any better. Oh, l suppose it sounds
disloyal. But I'm not a very filial
sort of a girl l never could see
Why people assume that there's d
sort OF mystic bond between par
ents and progeny. adored my
father, because he was the most
wonderful thing that ever lived. Not
just because. by merest accident
he happened to be my father.
And mother worships Tad In
the same blind fashion. ] can I'm
derstand that all right. ! suppose
it gives woman an awful kick to
have a splendid son - bone of her
bone, blood Of her blood, as they
say. But as for me - I'm nothing
to send kilograms home about
Mother was never particularly wild
about me-not since l grew up and
started to have a mind of my own
Were far apart as the poles
mother and /. Probably ! sound
like an awful egg. talking this
way. OF course, love mother
! And God knows l feel sorry for
her. But the woman who does our
washing would be a darn sight
more congenial."
SYPHILIS head burrowed little hol-
low in Craig's arm. and he held hel
closer. The only sound about them
was the wavelets tapping at theil
| feet.
Craig" she said, II ought to be
muzzled. Shooting my idiotic head
off like darn fool. Talking In
circles, and back where l began
What's it all about?"
What is life for? We don,
know where we're going. but We're
on our way. That's about the size
of 1t, Craig. Same old thing, day
in and day out-life in and life out
Getting up in the morning, going
to bed at night. Laughing, crying
fighting, praying. Talk-talk-
talk. Human cattle. Stepping Oh
each others necks. Or getting
stepped on. squabbling with the
other cattle. Torn by greed and
sex. Reproducing ourselves. The
endless procession. On and on
What's it all about?"
''sybil, there's a poem OF Oscar
Wilde's a beautiful thing called
Panthea. And It begins like this:
~ am too young to live with
out desire,
Too young art thou to waste
this summer night
Asking those idle questions
which of old
Man sought OF seer and
oracle. and no reply was
Vex not they soul with dead
philosophy,
Have we not lips to kiss
with,
Hearts to love and eyes to
see!'
"sybil, I want kiss
And when she had given him her
lips, she settled herself again In
his arms.
Il guess I'm getting old, Craig
/ haven't had an hoest-to- God
thrill in ages"
That's a nice thing to tell met
well, it's the truth" she in
sisted. Remember how l used Il
run around? l kidded myself tina
1 was having pretty good time
But now - Lord, Craig, l couldn'
get any more kick out of road
house than prayer meeting. Boot
leg liquor and country club flirta
tions give me pain in the neck
Life's lost its zest. I'm all *
up"
Craig stiffened.
I'm sorry that l am so utterl.
Inadequate"
Instantly she was contrite.
"Oh, darling, I didn't mean t.
hurt your feelings. It isn't YOU
It's I. You're adorable, Craigie."
Then marry me, sweetheart"
Sybil drew her knees up unde
her chin.
And now" she remarked, sur
veying the ocean, we're bacl
where We started from"
| Please, dear
Il told you I'd make a rotten
wife"
Il know you did. But l wan
you just the same
Il tell you what Ill do, Craig.
Resolutely she faced him. NAL
Blake is going to Havana mex
week. Wretched time for it, / sup
pose. Rainy season, or something
That's why Mab's going-they'v
cut the rates in half. And 70,
know Nab on bargains. She's beel
trying to get me to join her. ]
months trip. Mothers been urg
ing me to go ahead. And Tad an,
Valerie will be home next week.
Il can't make any decisions
Craig, with you around. An
mother is so disquieting. l simpl
cannot do it. Mab's a tranquil oil
Jane. Thirty-four, and gettin
sour. You know how it is wit,
social workers. She'll keep ME on
of trouble. Perhaps the rest an
change would help me. Whole day
on the ocean. Peace and quiet. |
couldn't hurt, Craig. And it Nigh
help. What do you say"
Maybe it was the wind from III
sea that made Craig SILVER Nayb