New Britain herald., 1928-09-10

where she kept her trnkets under the puffy blue satin pad that lined the cover And when she slipped it there crushing of fnaty over her. As if that was the end As if John Lawrence had pershed with his last crumbling protestatons and she would him again.
 And that night cable came Missing in action"
 They tried to buoy her up. To sustain their own
 "That doesn't mean he's dead sybil Probably he's in hospital somewhere. Oh, my dear you mustn't take on like this Don't give up hope Everything may be all right
 But Sybl knew better. "He's dead!" she shreked through her tears Dead tell you know He to me in dream, all blood So know, you see' that he is
 After the war life had been very gay for Sybils crowd John Lawrence was 10 months missing then Presumably dead" the record said
 Tad came home, romanticaly bronzed, and different looking. Something about his and the gray streak that through his hair He sweet to Syb and talked to her of "deathless glory" and hertages" He ped from English paper Tn Paris and Sybl carried it in her purse until it crumbled to pieces.
 But all the time she knew it was a Grand Pretense. The world was full of noble words and fine phrases Peo pie thought they meant them, but they didn't really.
 They could tell her John died for humanity till they black in their faces. She knew he didn't want to die for humanity gory-or anything else. He wanted to lve-for her. It wasn't fair All the talk about "sacred truss and making the world safe for democracy! Peo pie couldn't really mean it, or they wouldn't forget Nothing seemed to make much difference except having good time. Everybody wanted good time.
 Even Tad. He looked so handsome in uniform, with his swagger English and his silver shoulder bars Tad had come home captain with Croix de Guerre and two wound stripes. His mother tremendously proud of him, and wanted him to go everywhere with her. She hated to have him get back to cves but the second day home he went to his tailor for clothes.
 If you knew how hate the sight of the damn things" he said of his beautiful whpcord brooches and his gorgeous blouse
 Sybil wanted to mourning for John but the family had dissuaded her.
 Since your engagement announced, dear" coaxed her mother T really think it would be rather poor taste Nobody really knows you see, that you were ac- tualy planning to be married"
 Rs,f %of,'r od C,,h;1 of having been his sweetheart WANT everybody to know And taste! What do care about 'taste''
 She took Johns picture and crossed two little flags above it. and kept it her dressing table with flowers in front of it. She read his letters constantly and abandon ed herself to frenzy of extravagant grief.
 Cant you try to snap out of it. Sis ?" begged Tad Tt isn't doing John any good, you know He wouldn't want you to take like this And it's pretty tough Mother You're too darn smart to go dragging round like old woman. tsa good old world, after all And we're only young once"
 He brought to the house. and urged her to make sp parties. K
 We're girl short Syb," he used to say Dicks girl went back on him. Won't you fill in like good sport? Dick Wrght-you know He's prince of fellow"
 Of course she saw through Tad, but to please him, she went times
 The Eighteenth Amendment had been passed and drinking was becoming amentaby smart Tasks had come n and really daring present for to give girl enameed aconette for her bag Girls h:d be- gun to smoke, too Men saying you never knew