New Britain herald., 1928-12-01

in glass bowl. She pushed two
chairs up beside it-a little straight
one for herself. a roomy armchair
for HARRISON.
| Outside the sky was saffron and
apricot with sunset. and the room
was enchanted by its rich, warm
glow. The radio Sen the haunting
music Of The Song of India" into
the air and under his breath Har-
bison whistled the melody.
Il love music-but it doesn't tell
! the truth always Emmy said, when
they We're sitting at the windows.
with the little table between them.
1 Nothing eve. is quite SO beautiful
as music says it is, Is it,"
HARRISON leaned across the table.
Isn't it," he asked. Isn't this. mo-
ment beautiful to you, Emmy? 1t
is to me-
! She saw that he meant what he
was saying. He reached over and
laid his hand over hers. but she
drew it away. Much as she liked
| liII1l, SIlt dII lIol vail INN " touSsA
her Why. she didn't know,
Even ii thing is perfect. 1t
doesn't last she said. She was
| thinking, as she spoke, of the mo-
ment under the sycamore tree that
night SO many months ago. And as
she thought of it the fragrance OF
| Mrs. Milburns little garden OF fall
| flowers came to her again, and she
remembered how Robb had tossed
| away his cigarette and taken her in
| his arms. There never had
| been so beautiful and wonderful
moment as that one, but 1t hadn't
| lasted. Only the memory Of 1t was
still real-real enough to stab her
| with dun pain as she sat with
HARRISON in the little flat above the
park.
I'm Just as tired as can be- she
said presently. I'm gong to do
very dreadful thing. I'm going to
ask you to go home-1 haven't slept
much for the last three or four
nights, you know"
She was glad when he was gone.
and yet she looked forward to Sec
ing him the next morning.
Emmy did not go down to the
little yellow house for dinner on
Sunday after all. For at nine O'Clock.
while she was sitting in the sunny
window seat drinking her morning
coffee and looking over the Sunday
papers in great comfort. Wells Har-
bison telephoned to ask her If she
would go for a drive with him. Anu
she did not think of her mothers
invitation again until she was climb
ing into his big roadster that painted
and throbbed as if 1t were eager to
he off on the road.
Jimmy crickets." she cried. her
foot on the step. Il can't go with
you! I'm supposed to go home for
dinner today. 1 promised my mother
that I would - Oh, what's this?
Something for me?"
. He had picked up square white
box tied with silver ribbon from the
seat of the car and was holding II
out to her, smiling at her and not
saying a word.
Emmy opened it. It was filled
with white violets that fluttered like
the wings of white butterflies when
she lifted them from their paper
wrappings and held their freshness
and GOODNESS against her face. There
were three books on the seat of the
roadster, too. The three thick
volumes of Roman Rolland's Jean
Christophe.
1.-THE flowers are for you to wear.
and the books are for you to read
because they tell about man who
loved music the way you love II.
Emmy HARRISON said. still smiling
down at her with his eyes.
II do love it," Emmy answered.
and dropped down into the seat.
The car started away.
Somewhere across the sunny green
spaces of the park church bells
began to ring for morning service.
six months ago" said Emmy. Il
was singing in the choir at our
church every Sunday morning. 1t
breaks my mothers heart because
I've given it up. But it was awfully
tiresome--and I'd rather spend my
Sundays this way. anyhow"
HARRISON gave her sidewise look.
you couldn't possibly give as niue"
pleasure to the people in church b,
singing to them as you give me by
talking to me, Emmy he said. y
love to listen to you. and He
seemed to be on the verge of saying
something serious and important to
her. Then, apparently. he changed
his mind.
perhaps we'd better stop some
where so you can phone your moth
er and let her know you won't be
there for dinner" he asked, in a
Cry, matter of fact voice. AT leas:.
! hope you won't be there. l hope
you're coming with me"
CHAPTER NLIII
Emmy glanced at him. and saw
that he was watching her closely.
you aren't going to throw me-
down, are you?" he wondered This
day WAS made for you and me-
"Why. Of course. I'm not" Nm
my replied. instantly. "But lin
afraid we'll have 10 drive down TO
my mothers house. She hasn't d,
telephone"
She hated the very thought OF
taking him down TO Flower street
and the little yellow house that