New Britain herald., 1928-09-20
THIS HAS HAPPENED

0 CT, Richard Eustis. Subconsciously sybil il seeking romance. and Rich ard, with his mad modern notions, very nearly sweeps her off her feet Her own love life has been tragic. When she was IS she fell desper- ately in love with a young soldier. John Lawrence, who never return cd from France.
 Several years later. when all Bos- ton society is talking of her indis- cretions, Craig Newhall, most popu- lar bachelor in the city, asks her to father, who is very ill, Sybil be- comes engaged to Newhall But her father dies And then Tad, her adored brother is married to Val erie West, an inconsequential thing whom Sybil instinctively distrusts. Hopelessly at sea, Sybil decides to take a trip with Mabel Blake, so- cial worked, admittedly anxious to get married.
 On the boat they meet Richard Eustis, whom Mabel promptly seeks to annex. But Eustis has fallen vio- lently in love with Sybil.
 They talk of marriage and Rich ard tells Sybil that she would make a wretched wife.
 "You're not stupid enough" he informs her cheerfully. And me-Id make a rotten husband. I'm too clever for matrimony."
 Bu, their last night at sea he seems to forget his cynicism and be- comes surprisingly tender. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER XIV
 "sybil."
 Richard put both hands on her shoulders, and held her at arms length.
 Will you marry me, sybil?'
 Richard Eustis,'
 Will you, Sybil?"
 But Richard" she cried. You don't know what you're saying. You don't believe in marriage"
 .cNo," he told her firmly. T don't. But I want you. I want you so much that it seems as though l could not live without you"
 But, Rich :" She faltered helplessly. You've only known le five days. You-you-you've let emotion sweep you away. Rich. You don't really want to marry me. Marriage is positive anathema to you. You've said so loads of times. You'd hate me if I married you. And-besides-I don't want to. l lohthe all your ideas about love ark marriage. I think they're simply ,sickening. I-I-wouldn't marry you for the world. I've told you so hundreds of times"
 She was remembering what he had said the night before. :. |. t. Love was a physical thing.
 And he had shrugged his shoul- ders in that disdainful way he had, indicating that, whatever. 1t was, it could not by any means interest him.
 You make me sick" sybil had retorted. You're perfectly dread. full"
 No, darling" He had shaken his head wisely. "Only sane and very candid. All men love in the same fashion. The rest are hypo- critical about it,
 Now she faced him solemnlX
 T can't understand you. Rich ard" she said, and her voice was cool as the moonlight. You are unalterably opposed to marriage. You nature demands that your life shall be perpetual love. And you believe that you could not love any woman except transiently. How can you then be willing to make legal contract to love me as long as shall live? You don't even believe in fidelity"
 But all that" he cried, was before I knew you!"
 She smiled gravely.
 "Oh, mo-" she said. Five li1le days and a new experience have not changed you at all - not basic ally. You have an absolute obses- sion regarding marriage. You be- lieve that it murders love. That .once you letter romance. you have killed it. Then why are you ask ing me to marry you"
 Because, he told her bluntly tits the only way can get you
 "Oh. Oh." she cried, and beat his chest with her fists. T hate you. I hate you."
 But you're going to marry me- he retorted.
 The moon shone full on his face His skin was very pale. It seemed almost translucent. On one cheek there was scarlet mark where her lips had brushed it. And his lips from her kisses, were crimson. His hair had fallen across his forehead Blond hair, beautiful in the moon- light.
 Darling" he begged, Tets moi talk like two people in book Don't try to make me feel like 8 villain on the stage
 Your asinine conceit," she told him scornfully. lis positively sick ening'
 "'Conceit.' he cried. you cal it conceit because I dare to say you want me? Syhil. do you know anything about Walt Whitman? H. wrote poem once. A Woman Waits for Me There are these lines in it. They've always stood cut in my mind because I believe SO firmly in the truth of them Without shame the man I like knows and ayows the delicious. ness of his sex. Without shame tn, woman I like knows and avow! hers.T"
 Walt Whitman" she repeated scornfully. Hes the dirties I ly