New Britain herald., 1928-09-22

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 "You're not going to have any thing else to drink. Richard" she demanded, and her voice was hard and sharp as he had never heard it before.
 My God. sybil. you talk like somebody's maiden aunt:'' He put his arm about her shoul- ders and laughed mockingly. Only a nightcap, darling. It will make me feel better. I'll be right along You needn't bother" she in- formed him huskily. and holding her head high, rang savagely for the elevator.
 'Listen, sweetheart" Contritely he sought to detain her. I'm dreadfully sorry, but I've a split ting headache. That's the only reason I want a drink. Sybil, you don't think I want to get drunk tonight, do you! Why. darling. I've been dreaming about this .' Here's the elevator she in- terrupted, and stepped into the little gilded cage. Twenty minutes later there was a gentle knock on her bedroom door.
 "The prodigal bridegroom" cried loud, glad voice, and Richard bent to kiss her.
 Darling. You've been crying" He kissed her soft wet face. Why. Sybil Sybil dear-you mustn't. Tears simply lacerate me-" He found his handkerchief. and tried to wipe them all away. Shuddering, she turned from him.
 Please" she implored, Ego away"
 But he sat on the side of her bed, and stroked her forehead and her hair. When she had grown quieter, he put his arms about her. And so the night passed. The sun was streaming through the broad windows that front the Prado when Richard. tossing rest lessly. opened his eyes and groaned. "Oh, my head.' Sybil, at the desk, turned and contemplated him remotely.
 You look" she volunteered, Hike the wrath of God" and bent again to the paper on which she wrote.
 Once the pen point stuck, and ink spattered on the whiteness of the Sevilla's crested stationery. She murmured detachedly. and then he heard her pen go scratch ing determinedly on. Scratch. Scratch. Like ticks ripping his brain apart.
 He raised himself on one elbow and surveyed her uncertainty.
 Please" he asked humbly, pull that curtain. will you. sytil? The suns right in my eyes"
 She adjusted it, and with her back to the bed. told him, "I'm going out for breakfast with Mabel"
 You're not going to leave me like this?"
 'I'll ask the clerk to send some- one up.'
 But I'm a sick man, Sybil." He moaned with great fervor God, I'm sick." 1 II am very sorry, Rich.' He raised himself in bed, Put his head on his knees. and cradled his body with his arms, rocking back and forth. T don't believe you know how rotten I feel. dear" he moaned. 1 II begged you not to drink last night" she reminded him coolly.
 II know you did, darling"
 "You-you were horrid to me- Her voice broke on a sob 1 Was I, Sib? Oh, Lord." He broke off to resume his rock. ing. What a head! Ring for some icewater, will you? And gel me some more of that aspirin" Dutifully she iang, and dutifullj pried the tight little lid from the box of tablets. | Will two be enough?" she c-skeG dispassionately, and when he hal taken them. she started toward tht door.
 If you knew how sick I am yo, wouldn't walk out on me like this, he objected miserably.
 "Oh. yes l would. l know jus what I'm doing" "You're not angry. Sib?".
 Angry? Oh. no.'-there was ,