New Britain herald., 1928-09-24
THIS HAS HAPPENED


 s5- a6bu Thorne. Boston society girl. has married Richard Eustis, a fas- cinafing roue. After five-day TO- nance the wedding in Havana har- bor culminates Sybil's maddest and :xrtmmest adventure. For years she has been the delicious scandal of Boston's elite. Her romantic ad- ventures began at IS, when she fell in love with John Lawrence. who was sent to France with the A. E. F. on the eve of their marriage. When she received notification that her sweetheart was missing in ac- tion, Sybil-insane with grief - began to seek forgetfulnesS.
 Finally she becomes engaged to Craig NeWhall, wealthy and de- sirable bachelor. but--not sure Of her love-she takes trip to Cuba with Mabel Blake, 8 social worker. Before sailing she promises Craig decision on her return. At the time she is fearfully upset because of the death of her father and the subse- uuent marriage of her brother, Tad, 70 Valerie West, girl whom sybll instinctively dislikes.
 : On shipboard she meets Eustis, who woos her madly. and finally sweeps her into an impetuous mar riase. On their wedding night he becomes intoxicated and Sybil, in the morning, threatens to leave him. A reconciliation takes place, however. Then-for two dreadful weeks - Richard is alternately charming and repulsive. Until at last Sybil determines to leave him. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY ~ CHAPTER xxx
 sybil bit the tip of her pen hold TT, and drew her brows together. Then dipping the pen resolutely, s,e began to write rapidly.
 . Dear Richard"
 For . moment she considered the salutation. Then, drawing her pen brusquely through it, tossed 1t aside, and took another sheet. Eut presently she wrote again, Dear Richard" and after 1t, as though suddenly determined, scrawled rapid words, one after the other as if they flowed of their own accord from a suddenly voluble pen.
 Dear Richard,
 There are some things a woman cannot stand not even 1T she loves the man who hurts her. And ] am beginning to wonder, Rich, M l ever DID love you.
 The scene In the foyer, tonight was horrible. | had rather die thaa spend another night with you - like this. Two weeks - and escry other night of them hell.
 I am going to Mabel now. I suppnse when you wake up, and sober off, you will try to find me. I hope that NC will be on the way homo by then. If we cannot ret passage immediately, I can only boz that you will leave me alone | wfah thcsc weeks might be Ike . ciosed chapter in . book one could lay away - and try to for ct.
 Pscase, Racaa-4f you love me be kind. Nab will keep our se- erct, if only you'll let 1t BE . sc' cret.
 Good-by. iss
 She plotted 1t without reading it. Locked the trunk, and put the Key In her bag.
 "I7l send for it," she decided. lin the morning"
 = Deliberately xhe powdered her nose, and touched her cheeks and hps with rouge. Stopped for a moment to spray black narcissus from her little enameled atomizer. ana buffed her rails vigorously. while she surveyed her recumbent husband, There were 50 many thines about him she had learned to dislike.
 Drunk or sober" she reflected dismally.
 But 1t was liquor that made him altogether impossible. At first he became stupidly sleepy. Then when she reused him, he gre" amorous. And that was worse, Oh much worse!
 She shuddered as he exhaled q noisy breath. Turning her back souarely, she walked from the room without a backward glance.
 Mabel and Mir. Moore. at thell favorite cafe, were sipping aperitlfs when Ayhil found them.