New Britain herald., 1928-12-04
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shining palace where sacrificing de- votion made everything out Of noth- ing. Emmy. the only daughter. weary of a hum drum street and Robb Hollis. the boy who lived there. and who had always loved her. excited by the attentions the wealthy man she worked for show cred upon her, decides to rent q tiny apartment of her own. where her employer. Wells Harbison. and her friends. can see her, Wells Is anxious to meet Emmy's mother. and she decides reluctantly to take him down 10 Flower street. Wells Harbison commences to make l,ve tc Emmy. On payday Emmy is sur rrised at a raise. She goes to the cashier and he tells her 1t is for good spelling. Wells persusdes her to take up music lessons. Emmy rents a baby grand piano at Wells insistence. He tells her she can pay him back when she becomes great singer. Mrs. Milhurn tells Emmy she will never be great singer. The music teacher told her mother 50. It is quite a shock 10 Emmy.
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 CHAPTER XLN11
 Emmy flung up her bright head. How do you know" she rappel out, with the scorn of youth for its elders. What did her mother know about music, for goodness sake! Her mother, who never sang any thing but hymns and a funny old fashioned song called Secret Love" that she picked out on the ancient Steinway sometimes with fingers that were stiff and misshapen from years of hard work.
 Well, Madame Hartzeil told your Grandmother Pentland all about your voice a year ago." Mrs. MN- burn answered. slowly, note Of strain coming into her own voice. T had asked your grandmother to lend me the money for another term of singing lessons for you. and of course she wanted to find out all about your voice before she decid- ed to let me have 1t. And Madame Hartzell told her then that you never would have the great big con- cert voice we all hoped you would have.
 She leaned forward in her chair. "Emmy,.' she asked, don't you know that I'd have moved heaven and earth to have your voice culti- vated if 1t had been worth cultivat- ing? Don't you know that?"
 Emmy just looked at her.
 "I never would have told you this if 1t hadn't been necessary" Mrs. Mjlburn went on. .But sometimes we have to tell the bitter truth 'o those we love. even if it hurts. just to keep them from being hurt far more later on. And 1t WOULD hurt you more to find out the truth about your voice year or so from now. after you had studied and workco and planned great things for it all along"
 She nodded her head in its rusty. old fashioned hat. ''1 know that you're growing up and getting to be old enough 10 do what you want to do. and pick your own friends and lead your own kind of life" she said. stduyinS Emmy's lovely. sulky face. "But don't feel right about your living here alone and having no friends but this Harbison man. ! never have felt right about 1t. and I never shall"
 You don't even know him." Emmy cried, her eyes full Of smculderinE flame.
 "And don't need to know him. ! saw him that Sunday morning when he drove you down to Flower street. didn't r." her mother explained. And the very minute looked at him something just came over me something just told me he wasn't the person for my girl. You can't fool mothers on such things Emmy. They have some kind of instinct that tells them what's right and whats wrong fer their children if they're any kind of mothers. It's Nature-and I know you ought to be home with me.
 Emmy took that in stony silence.
 'DO you ever hear from Robb?" Mrs. Milburn asked. after a pause.
 She shook her head. Never. thank goodness"
 Hes moved in with us, you know" her mother said. "and he's almost like one of my own sons. You wouldn't think that person who isn't even related to us could fit into our life the way he
 Where did you put him: Into my old room?''
 No. indeed! We're keeping that for you in case you ever do decide to come back 10 us.' Mrs Milburn answered, quickly. We put an extra bed into Dams room for him. Perry has to have a place to himself. what with his drawing materials all stre~n about. and his late hours"
 Then she put her head 10 one side and began to laugh-a light. silvery sound as young as a girls laugh. "Ferry's making picture of me" she said, her face glowing pink. Tn my old cape and this lumpy. s'ubhiy lat. if you1l believe it. told him no one would ever want 10 look at picture of me, but he wants 10 do if. anyway" It was easy 10 see that she was vastly pleased. nevertheless that her first born should want to make a portrait of her.
 "How does he foel about his Iovcy TO" ?' asked Emmy.
 "Oh. shes been down to the house twice. lately. to acc him. Mrs. Mil burn said She wants him 10 go back to the sinclairs' 10 live. but he won't. of course. And he's right"
 What's he going to do? Stay on in Flower street all the rest of his natural l'fe?" asked Emmy. who could think of no worse fate for