New Britain herald., 1928-01-27

wishing that the man would hold the dog by its old leather collar. It really was . mean-looking dog. MT. France was not there, the old man told her, while tho dog circlsd around her. his nose close to her heels.
 Seems like he said him and Ar. Jefferson was going up to Ar. Jet terson's for supper" he said. Any. ways, they drove off just while afore you come up. Come here. Pat!"
 Lily stared at him in surprise. and saw that he was calling tho old yell low dog. The dogs name was Pat:
 Did you name that beast after MT. France?" she asked. and he nodded hts head solemnly.
 That's Mir. Pats dog" he said. Keeps him company down here when he's alone, he say& Some. times whom he works late, l get tho evenin' off with my old woman. Yes, this is Mr. Pats dog"
 There was . queer lump in Ltly's throat as che slushed through the mud of the yard on her way back to the street. Somehow, the pie ture of Pat. in his old overalls, work ing in this God -forsaken place until all hours of tho night. made her want to cry.
 He didn't have anything really nice in his life but his love for me and mine for him." sho thought, realizing what some women never realize-that | mans homo very often is the only bright spot In hia hard working life, and the peace that he finds there the only peace that he finds anywhere.
 There were lights in the letter. sons house when Lily gpt to 1t about six o'clock. The vulgar but delicious smell of fried onions hung in the cool air, and from within came the sound of an electric plano playing When Day Is Done." She rang the bell.
 It was opened almost instantly by Pat-not the sad and dejscted Pat she had been thinking of--but . very gay and handsome Pat who had been singing When Day is Done" just before hs opened the door.
 He peered out into the darkness, and then stepped back as he saw who stood there.
 Its just your wife," Lily eaid curtly to him. stepping into the hall. From tho kitchen at the fer end came the fall and rise of Roy and sadye's voices as they argued about the best way of frying onions dipped in . batter first or simply dropped into hot fat without being covered with batter.
 There was not . sound from the :. living room at the left of tho hall. , Tho plano had stopped haif-finish. cd. with tho melody of When Day is Done"
 Al Lily stood facing Pat in the hallway the curtains in the doorway parted and Elizabeth Ertx came out and stood beside him. She stood very close to him, with ono of her hands on his arm as If he belonsed to her and she to him. The sight 'maddened Lily.
 She looked from her to Pat. "I ] came to see you-to tell you I was sorry because your piston ring flopped." she said bitterly. But I guess you don't need sympathy. You seem to have plenty of 1t already" He nodded indifferentty. e if what she said did not matter much to him. Lily saw the nurse's hand tighten on his arm.
 And then she lost her temper. She flung herself forward and pulled The Ertz away from Pat. She held her by both arms and shook her as If she had been rag doll instead of woman almost as big as herself. "And-and you. you common It, tie vamp!" she cried through ct teeth. you keep your hands o4 my husband as long as he IS my hus. band. Do you hear me? Or I'll dras you both through tho nastisst di. vorce trial that . woman's ever bssn dragged through. You keep away from him."
 She never had known such anger as the anger that surged through her now like fire in her veina (TO BE CONTINUED,