New Britain herald., 1928-09-10
"They have sown the wind. and they shall reap the whirlwind." Hosea VIII, 7.

"Ihey have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirwind"- "-Hosea VIII, T.
 
 CHAPTER1 V|FEN Sybl Thorne was younger, and her picture ap w peared every day two in the social columns it was usually captohed "Boston's Fairest Bud"
 Society editors heaped praise and compliments upon her. One of them declared her to be he most popular and tho most beautfu debutante of the Another pronounced her the best dancer and third the most complshed sportswoman.
 short while ago one of the newspapers, launching contest to elect Miss Boston," rescued an old cut from Boston's Prettest Girl?"
 But sybi isn't exactly girl any more. She was 30 last month.
 Her first trumphs date back to the war It was then cents with soldier Shortly afterward she parked her corses at dance and proceeded to the enjoyment of those reckless pursuits which refoers and professors write about with great feeling.
 The youth of the land' was becoming subject for trade and tears Worthy citizens formed vigilance mttees and wrote articles. Some of them have been sup porting themselves that way since
 Sybl was 18 when she first got herself talked about. It WAS partly because she unusually pretty People can believe almost anything of girl with beautiful legs, particularly if she possesses also certain symmetry of form and oveness of feature Sybis eyes beautiful pools of vevety softness ecked with little darts cop up her lips so they look like bleeding gash in her pale EROM the time Syb could talk she has been creature
  has had good deal to do with fashioning her fe But then of course there was the war; The war bunged lot sybii just missed being war bride. At Miss Middle tons select boarding school all through the winter of 1917 she folded Red Cross bandages and made innumerable o'es of eretonas with d.x strings In each bag she put cigarettes bar of sweet chocolate pair of socks and sleeveless sweater. During vacation she rebelled
 'qts so sIMPIE" she fumed. Crazy old sweaters and socks that don't match Afghans and wash ragsv She threw her knitting needles away and Miss Mid dleton put her down as . Bolshevist.
 I'm conscientious obector," Sybil used to say and that in those days, regarded great heresy. One night at dinner she threw verbal bobshe into the fam I'm sick to death" she told her astonished parents of the futity of the life lead 1want to DO something Her father choked on his rice pudding-"N -"Nothing of the se objected when he caught his breath Are Her mother was quite unmoved
 Don't you think dear" she questioned mildly, "that your poor father and have enough to worry about as Mr. Thorne's eyes were blue and faded. She knit from morning until night and denied herself all luxuries Tad the child of her heart at Tour with Battery of the los and there were terrible tdng those days of slaughtering in Secheprey and the Somme
 Mrs Ihome had two records that she played over and oyer a; on the phonograph: There's Long, Long Trail There She thought Tad probably sang them in France and it made her feel nearer to him.
 As she wound the machine and adjusted the needle
 
 minute Tad is listening to these words The thought saddened and comfoed her mmeasuraby after the strange fashion of women in anguish
 She regarded Sybil mournfully.
 Come to Mrs Wards with tonight dear" she invited There's way of making bandages-not cutting at al-just pulling threads A woman from the Metropolitan Chapter is coming out to show us."
 Sybl declined with scant grace.
 I'm sick of Red Cross sorees" she said.
 Tears flooded her mothers eyes.
 T really think she began tremulously-"1 really think Syb you ought to have little consideration with Tad over there-and everything" She stumbled from the and the next moment they heard her at the phonograph-"Over There-Over There"
 Sybl put her fingers in her
 "Oh, kord-" she muttered
 You must remember" her father told her sternly that your mothers all edge. Don't let me hear of this talk about going across It's non sense-utter nonsensew
 IE never knew that the next day Sybl went to Y M c. A. headquarters and volunteered for overseas service, for presently there ruling that no relative of soldiers would be accepted and Syb resigned herself to the inevitable.
 T tried" she told herself savagely God knows don't want to play with gauge while Tad and the rest of them"
 She choked the very thought. Often at night she saw Tad lying in pool of blood His face blown away sometimes Or there great hole in his chest And, if he wasn't quite dead he gasping-tryng to say something.
 She and Tad were such pals It was hard on girl to cut bandages back in 1918 and do nothing valiant