New Britain herald., 1928-09-07
SWEETHEARTS
By DAH McGLONE GIBSON
Author my Sweehearts" Confessions of Wife Etc
Central PressA uon Inc
By IDAH McGLONE GIBSON
Copyright l.,s by Central Press Association. Inc

Lynda Fenton looked curiously in
to the woman's face. at whose knee
she was sitting. How could this holy
woman know the troubles that beset
her As though in answer to her un-
spoken question. Mrs. Stratton spoke
again, and this time her voice was
full OF yearning.
Il do not know. Lynda, why 1t
should be your fate to have love
handed out to you in this fashion;
but, my dear child. it may comfort
you to know that the thousands OF
other girls and women have had to
go through the same crisis. There is
only one thing that will carry you
through successfully to happiness.
and that is reliance upon the ever
lasting arm OF the Lord Jesus. II
can make you understand this it
will make my life. just now. little
easier"
Lynda felt the knees against
which she leaned grow tense. and
then resolve themselves into fit
of trembling, as the woman almost
sprang to her feet, as though some
unspoken thoughts had become I'M
bearable.
MY dear, II Is very late. am
physically unable to stay with you
longer
Il am so sorry. Mrs. Stratton,"
said Lynda. Il am most selfish"
10 ~
to say the words that will convince
you. but some way. tonight the
words will not come. 1t must be be-
cause of my great fatigue. Come and
see me tomorrow afternoon. my
child and, above all. remember you
we're sent to me, and I will not let
you do the wrong thing you are
contemplating"
She bent over and lightly kissed
Lynda's forehead. The girl noticed
that her lips were as hot as soaring
irons, and almost as hard
Wonderingly, she walked out into
TIE street.
CHAPTER Tx
JUST SEEKING PEACE
AS Lynda Fenton walked back
home from the church, she sudden
ly thought what she had promised
to do. She had told Mrs. Stratton
she would go back to see her the
next day. She had tacitly promised
to give UP Ralph Armitage She had
sentenced herself to a life OF hard
ship and lonliness, for she knew
that II David married Emily An
drews, which she now fully expected
him to do. he would be lost to her
forever.
She walked back to her house. On
the way she passed many pairs of
| lovers, and If, for moment, the
street lamp glowed on their faces
she saw thrilling happiness writ
ten there. Then before her minds
eye came the picture of the woman
IN the white dress and blue cape
standing. on the pulpit, mystic
| glow of ecstasy in her eyes,
But it did not last-it did not
last" she said to herself. as she
thought of her sitting in that big
I
ly unstrung-a woman within whom
some hidden fires seemed to be rag
! ing.
Slower and slower Lynda's steps
Jagged. as she neared the little
shabby cottage.
| She hoped that Claire would be
| there. She hated to go into the
| house.
She felt angry at the moon for
peeping around the church steeple,
to watch her loneliness.
As she walked up the path, her
heart beat faster as she discerned in
the semi-darkness the old hammock
swinging.
Had David come back? There was
choking sensation in her throat at
the thought
Lynda"
1t was Claire's voice. where have
you been. DEAR" Not waiting for an
answer. she continued: FIRED and I
grew tired of the lights and the
| crowd, and came back to watch the
moon over there by the steeple.
Fred says it is our moon, and no
other moon In all the world has
been, or ever will be. like it,
Lynda shut her teeth down on her
lower lip until she tasted the salt
of blood. So that is what the Tickle
old moon had been saying to lovers
all these thousands of years since
love was born. 1t was not hers and
David's moon. 1t was anybody's
moon who claimed it. just as love
belonged to anybody who asked for
| it.
She was walking past the ham-
mock, and its occupants. silently
when Claire put out her hand. sit
down a little while. Lynda" she said.
1t Is beautiful out here"
you will have to excuse me.
Clare. i am all in. and / have to
be at the office promptly in the
morning"
We'll. II you are not asleep when
l come in, III stop at your room for
a minute or two.
| Fred and ] were I'D at the hos
|
night. l certainly feel sorry for that
! poor rich man"
Lynda slipped through the door.
She wondered whether anyone felt
sorry for her. She wondered whether
even she felt sorry for herself. She
seemed to have stopped feeling.
Lynda had hardly taken her hot
4 bath and brushed her black hair un-
| III II looked more satiny than usual.
touched her lips with tiny bit OF
perfume, slipped the plain little
night dress over her head and cud
died down in bed. before Claire
tapped at her door.
Come in. Claire" she said think
ing how much better she felt than
Wnen she came into the house,
How sweet you look, Lyn. Isn't
/ 1t too bad that nosec will ,o+ .l;.