New Britain herald., 1928-10-04
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my dear. I never was SO happy
in all my life. Jacks perfectly
wonderful. But he'll die If We
stay here-I know he will
Rents are something dreadful.
A hundred and twenty-five for any
place you'd look at. Seventy five
for the most miserable title
hitchenets.
I'm dying to see the new
apartments on Commonwealth
electric refrigeration and every
thing. l suppose they're simply
out of sight-but we've got to get
somewhere and that's all there
is to it.
Jack says he doesn't care what
it costs. He's like that. The most
extravagant creature you ever
saw. Why, on our honeymoon, he
simply MADE me buy everything
i as much as looked at. Oh. dar-
ling, it's simply too good 10 be
true. i keep pinching myself to
see If I'm really awake"
Sybil met her that afternoon.
A new Mabel, in abbreviated
skirts and French pumps.
For 10 years. she explained,
surveying her stubby vamps COM
placently, I've been dressing like
a stylish stout. Now I'm on a
Giet. and l buy my clothes in the
misses department"
Sybil laughed. Marriage" she
observed, lis like the things you
eat-one girls meat, and another
girls poison"
well. my dear. the dose you
had would have poisoned any
one"
Mabel nibbled bran muffin, and
toyed abstemiously with salad of
beets and eggs.
please don't think me too
nervy for words" she burst out
suddenly, but why don't you get
a divorce, and marry Craig? Is
it because of that boy who was
killed."
Sybil pushed her sundae away
I and cupped her chin reflectively IN
her palms.
Changes everything, Stark TRACE
dies become beautiful emories
When l think of John it isn't like
great gaping wound any more
It's a scar that is healing over
She smiled at her memories as
one smiles at d child, tenderly
land the past" she whis-
pered softly, lis u moonlit city
of dreams, beautiful in distance.
| 1t was a lovely little romance. All
exquisite things are frail. and per-
ish. First love is like the first
violet in springtime. There's
never another that seems so
sweet"
Mabel stirred her tea vigorously.
SYPHILIS unexpected eloquence embar-
raised her.
Gosh" she said, you sound
like a book
And then. after minute, do
you think, Sib, that a woman can
love more than one man in life
time?"
sybil crumbled a ladyfinger re-
flectively.
"Yes-s-s, suppose you could
love a dozen different men In 9
dozen different ways.
There are so many degrees oil
the well-known ecstasy - not all
of them ecstatic, to be sure
There's young love, which is alto
gether blind. and violent during
incubation. And sane, sensible,
middle-aged love. with its eyes
wide open not SO much fun, OF
course. And passion, that burns
itself out. lnfatuation. tat
comes to It's senses after awhile
And compatibility, on which all
permanency must be founded
Good old-fashioned affection. with
out speeches and furbelows."
Then WHY. my dear, II vol
believe all that, don't you MARI!
Craig"
sybil poured herself anothe'
cup of tea.
Because" she said I'm al
incurabIe sentimentalist - poor
embittered little devil. chasing
rainbows on silly primrose path.
"Once I had a golden boy - m
beautiful John. With the sun II
his hair, and all the blue of SIX
: and sea in his eyes. He died, Xix
. a crusader. for an ideal. And no'
he slips, like a phantom in KHAKI