New Britain herald., 1928-03-03

until 1o o'clock the night before, when Father Ryan had last called the apartment And where could she be now, that she hadn't tele- ] phoned 10 learn whether he was alive or dead. Surely she must know by this time Of Sister Monica's acci- dent and
 But, oddly enough, and notwith- standing all the conceivable proba- = biltes. Jill Stuart, at the very mo- ment Jack was torturing his mind about her, was asking herself ques- tions about him. Where was he? Why hadn't he come home from the picnic?
 1 For. strange as it might seem to Jack, Jill had not heard Of Sister ! Monlca's accident and so, of course. was entirely unaware of the cause for his continued absence from home.
 ! Jill. as it happened. had waited for her husband at the Sweeney home until long after o'clock. when, being unable to find any trace
 
 to town alone in their sedan. She had reached the apartment a few minutes before [, and had let her self in with her iatchkey. Then she had imme ediately gone 10 bed with a raging headache. Hence it was that Clara, the nurse girl, had not known of her presence when Father Ryan called.
 Nor did she know at 11:15 that morning, when Jack Stuart tele- phoned from the hospital. No, she quite honestly informed him, Mrs Stuart was not at home. nor had she been home all night. She, Clara. naturally supposed they were to- aether. as they had, on several occa- >ions. remained away all night. Thus it came to pass that when Jack arrived shortly after noon that day and found Jill in bed with q steaming bath towel wound around her boyishly- -bobbed hair. and a dull and glassy look in her eyes, he i'm For if ever a character looked the part of "the horrible morning after" il was Jill on this awful early after | oon,
 And Jack, to the casual observer. was toting all the symptoms Of "a fearful night at sea-" Having given many ounces Of blood. he was, quite naturally, exceedingly pale and tired | in appearance.
 Thus it camc about that the stage was all set. that everything appar- ently, was propitiata to the occasion, the same being a. fine family fracas. And so the curtain goes up: the farce is on.
 Enter Jack. staring with a frozen stare al the lady. who stares back at him in frigid silence that has , dropped 10 z'ro'
 1 Years seem 10 pass during the | course Of that awful silence until | finally. when another minute Of it would have called for murder or di- dialogue begins:
 HE: Well, if this isn't just about th limit-husband at tn point Of death while his loving wife is out getting q head sh" has 10 steam back into shape th' next day. Tn limit, | call il .'
 SHE: "I'll say its the limit and lot more. Where. in heavens s name. have you been all night %
 HE: By tn Lord woman. but you gotta nerve. askin' me that.'
 SHE: 'I gotta head that's split ting worrying all night about you" HE: You worrying about me. That's good. You had 10 go on a party. you felt so bad
 SHE: What are you raving about" I've been right here in this bed since o'clock last night i HE: "Now. Jill. what's th' sens" Of telling me q thing like that :. Where wer" you tn three times Father Ryan called. or telephon"d, between s and l2""
 SHE: T was right here, tell you. since : last night.' ! HE: And l tell you that you're lying. You were out all night and, l suppose. with that dancer from pittsburgh,'
 SHE: "Oh~-Oh-Jack Stuart.