New Britain herald., 1928-12-06

have 4 nice open face and they
might let me walk through the
lobby with YOU" He tried 10
laugh. but the sound that came
from his throat was the dismalest OF
sounds.
No. thanks. I'll just ruin along.
Don't you bother about me-" En-
my said. and got out OF the little
car, with lis absurd mud guards that
hung down like hounds ears.
She stood in her own doorway and
watched 1t bound away and vanish
down the hill into the deep twilight
of the park.
1t seemed to her that she was let
ting Robb so out Of her life for
good, this time. and she was filled
with a keen sense Of loss. He was
her best friend anywhere. she told
herself. mournfu:ly. and she never
expected to care for anyone again
quite as she had cared for him
once upon a time. A warm tide of
feeling swept over her as she
thought of that long-ago time.
She never had felt toward Wells
HARRISON as she had felt toward
Eobb Hollis. Never.
Well. everyone said that first
love-love with the bloom on 1t -
was the best kind. And she had Civ
en- him that. She had given him the
best OF herself. hadn't she, then?
She started up the stairs, and all
the way TO the top she thought -
not Of the man she was to sec the
next day. nut of Robb Hollis.
There was something I ought 70
have said 10 him. she kept think
she did" her nails and washed ont
her best chiffon stockings for the
party the next afternoon. II ought
to have told him that ! loved him
best-while I did care for him. I
should have said something COM
forting to him."
Just as she was dropping off to
sleep she was startled into wakeful-
ness by a sudden feeling that she
had lost something Of great value.
She wanted to get up and look for
il. But what it was that she
had lost she could not remember
Then. Just as she Was falling
asleep again she did remember. IT
was the ring. The pearl-and garnet
ring that she had given back TO
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months before IN the kitchen Of the
little yellow house.
CHAPTER LII
Lo"ey Sinclair Milburn's father
and mother lived in a huge white
house far out on Euclid Heights
beyond the smoke and roar of the
city.
! 1t had a front door that opened
| upon a wide and beautiful terrace.
| but it was hardly ever used. For
practically everyone who came to
sec the Sinclairs came in motor
cars that stopped With a rush at the
| side door.
On Saturday afternoon Emmy
made up her mind TO be extravagant
and take taxicab to the house SO
that she. too. could stop with a
rush at the side door and enter the
house that way.
As she came rolling up under the
portecochere and stepped out ia
pay her driver, she saw with a
start that Wells Harbison's roadster
was parked at the end OF the
driveway near the six-car garage
And on the scat, where she. herself,
had sat so often. was a childs toy
great white plush teddy bear
dressed in a rcd velvet suit.
Instantly she knew that It be-
longed to his little boy. Evidently he
had taken the child driving with
him the child and the teddy bear.
Perhaps his wife had gone with
them. . II had been hard right
, along for Emmy to realize that he
had wife and child. hut the
sight Of the teddy bear brought 1t
straight home to her.
He belonged TO them. And yet
what was it he had said TO her not
SO very many days before? !.
I've never felt SO at home with
anyone in my life as l do with you
Emmy"
That was what he had said! And
he had meant it when he said II,
too. Emmy was certain of that.
She stepped into the wide. COO
hall of the house. Beyond it was a
room Of ite-panelled walls. gay
chintzes. and so many rugs and
picture frames and vases that il
! looked great deal like the shor
Of the interior decorator who had
furnished it for Mrs. Sinclair. Mrs
Sinclair adored it, however, and
told everybody that it was $50 cozy
for such a Masonic hall of a place.
1t was filled with the cheerful
sound of talk and teacups wher
Emmy walked into it. Blue wells
Of cigarette smoke hung in 1t. and
at three tables at one end Of the
room women were playing contract
| bridge. A group Of a dozen or SC
sat around the flower filled fire.
place. where Mariana was help.
ing Lovey pour tea and pass sand
wichcs.
At the piano In the sunny alcovd
a rcd-haired woman in green sill
was singing that her "hcart was like
the singing bird" There was moth.
ing lark-like about her voice.
Emmy looked around for Well,
Harbison's wife. and while she wa.
I n 1.ipo in bor mind That ,,,,,~