New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1928-10-10

feau 70 yous 0eAF. as 1sAApsy .
scream!"
But Mrs. Thorne waved away the
lurid sheet with her little flutter-
ing. blue-veined hands.
'Oh. please" she begged,
.please. That dreadful. dreadful;
man! What caa ! do?"
Tad stood on the hearth rug
with his feet wide apart. and his
hands plunged in his pockets.
Il guess. Ma he predicted
gloomily. youth have to take up
church. going. Ministers are q good,
safe lot-thoueh they may be bit
dull But These quacks-gosh. Ma.
you'll simply have to lay off,"
Valerie drew the purple afg .an
closed about her mother-in-law's
narrow shoulders. =
Poor Mother Thorne!" she whis-
pered, and kissed the soft gray hair
where the part lay pink and broad
est. 'Tad's joking, dearest"
Sybil glanced at the watch on
her wrist.
|
court begins at nine. Well have TO
hurry. DO you, feel up 10 1t, mother
or had you rather stay right here,
and rest?''
Up 10 it," Mrs. Thorne put q
hand or each arm of the big red
chair. My dear. feel like a new
woman. DO You know what I'm
going to do?"
She raised herself to her feet and
surveyed her children with quiet
dignity.
I'm going to sue that man.
don't know exactly how 1t can be
done. but I'll see a lawyer today.
| There must be some law for the
protection of d client or patient in
confidential consultation. Maybe
he is practicing illegally. There
will be some way Of getting at him.
III sue him for 500. 000-and At
tach everything he's got! He links
| I'm nothing but neurotic. silly
old woman. III show him. chill
dren!"
|
her to pat her shoulders and kiss
| her faded cheeks.
| Get my hat, VAL" she command
I ed briskly. Its up on my bed,
dear. And hurry up or Well all be
late!"'
| Everybody, It seemed, was In
court when they reached there.
Dolly Weston rushed up and kissed
sybl effusively. The Moores came
to shake hands-Jack and Mabel
quietly confident.
| Mrs. West, garrulous and excited.
put her arms about Sybil and
pecked Mrs. Thorne. Groups OF
smartly-dressed women bowed
when they passed. Girls with whom
Sybil had gone to school reached
over the backs Of the courtroom
benches to clasp her hand. Mrs.
Grayson bowed serenely from
across the room.
There were a great many strang-
ers and number of intimates.
Most Of their casual friends had
the good breeding to stay away.
but there were number of women
with whom Sybil had a bowling ac-
quaintance.'
They seemed engrossed with re-
! mote objects when Sybil glanced
their way. Some of them craned
| to look out the windows. Others
were absorbed in contemplation oil
the thronss that crowded through,
the corridors to the court room
door. where court officer in q
blue uniform with brass buttons re-
fused further admittance.
Reporters at the press table
asked questions of one another
eagerly:
who's that shaking hands with
her now? Mrs. Grayson? Did you
see the dame with the lorgnette
high-hatting her? Those are Vim
cent Club girls talking with her
HOW. . Say. this looks like a
mass meeting Of the -Four Hundred.
There's Newhall coming in.
This may hurt him politically
That's her brother. j..
Well. they're not all giving her the
glad hand. OH. no. they're
not. She's been getting a flock Of
Icy stares. Plenty of snubs, I'd
say. Pretty tough. isn't it?'
Waiting Waiting What was the
delay? Where was the defendant .