New Britain herald., 1928-02-04

made me unhappy 10 thlnk or hlm dying. or at least very sick. with me staying away and apparently not I caring whether he lived or died.
 Now that I'm here. l stay be- cause I really am of some use. help ing out his nurse that Pats so crazy about. He calls her night and day in his delirium, and he certainly seems to be wild about her. So don't think I'm having a sentimental time of it! I'm not. I'm working hard. but at least if anything dread- full does happen people can't throw it up to me tfat let my husband die without raising a finger to help keep him alive. or that I stayed away from him when he was dos- pcrately i'll.
 Better hold up the divorce ease for while until he is better, don't you think? It would not look so we'll to divorcs man on his death- led. And please don't be cross with me, but come some afternoon and take me for a drive. need the air.
 "Affectioratcly yours. .L1LY."
 She wrote tho letter on a. hot night when tho very wind that came wan dcring in between tho curtains Of Florence Frances bedroom was like a breath from a furnace.
 Florence aud she had shared the smal, room since the second night she had stayed in the house. and they had become good friends, curi- Cusly enough.
 Florence was sitting cross-legged on the foot Of the bed on this par ticuIsr night while Lily's pen went scratch scratch across her sheet of paper.
 She was looking oyer a fashion magazine. and every now and then she would lift her voice to read some exciting bit of style news 10 Lily.
 ''They say th,t uneven hem- lines are the thing for snmmer,' she was reading aloud. when auddenly she stopped and raised ono finger. lis tening intently.
 Lily listened. too. From the room across the hall came the sound ot Pats voice. not thick and sleepy as it had been for g fortnight. but loud and clear.
 'T'f I'd had any money she'd have stayed with mo" he was say ing. as if ho were arguing with somebody. "But I didn't have any money--''
 ssh" Elizaheths voice tried 10 soothc and calm him. "Hush.-- hush"
 There came the sound of a spoon against 8 glass. and then Pat said something else in thick. low voice.
 Ths IT. there was dead silence.
 An hour later. when Florence had gone to bed and the whole house was wrapped in stiffness, Lily got up and crossed the hall 10 look at Pat. She always took a last look at him at night, before she settled down.
 To her surprise Elizabeth got ut' and came out into the hall.
 T want 10 talk 10 you" she said, "nd sat down on the window scat at the western end of it. near the stairs. ''Pat started 10 talk about you to- night" she snid quietly. after few moments. Did you hear him ?"
 Lily nodded "Yes. What of tt"' she asked. Wasn't that tho most natural thing in the world--that ] man should talk about his wife. even it they were eerarated'
 i've been wondering. all through this illness Of his, if he would" the burse went on. trying to explain herself. You see. before he got sick he kept telling nc that he never thought of you that he was through with you and didn't care what happened to you. But you see, he has you on his mind all the time. Here he is, trying to figure out just why you left him in the first place. You heard what he said-'If I'd had any money she'd have stayed With me- You sec, he has you in his mind all the time"
 Her hands frightened on the pencil that she held in them. We were going to get married just as soon as you got your divorce" she said. But l certainly am not going to do anything like that if he still both CTS about you like this.''
 She looked at Lily. and for once all her calmness and poise had de- serted her. She looked as if she were going 10 burst into tears
 'I'd never be happy with him." she said. If l thought that he evcr thought about sou. And evidently he still is thinking about you way down deep in his mind'
 Lily shook her head. "1t won't do him any good sho said. 'I wouldn't have him agan-and ! don't think he'd haNc me, in spite of what yon say. We really hate each other"
 Elizabeth Ertz shock her head.