New Britain herald., 1928-09-25

tremble and to move. On the pier Jack Moore wiped his glistenine pate, and swore he'd seen 2 mir acle.
 You see." explained Mabel. the lamb never saw me hurry before"
 They stood on the deck together. their faces toward the shining city. And Mabel waved Ter little hand kerchief until Jack was only dot in the distance.
 Well. Mab.' Sybil tucked her arm through her friends. Tt was an exciting vacation anyhow"
 Mabel turned her back to the dis tant land. Smouldering turquoise and gleaming sapphire. and all the sunset nues that shone on build ings of pink and blue and yellow. Morro Castle in sea of jade, and the city beyond, al bathed in gold cn light.
 My dear" she said in her best social service manner, that's no Way to talk. You must try no. to be bitter. But don't, l beg of you. be trivoIous!"
 Sybil. swallowing a perilous lump in her throat. dabbed at her .yes with bit of lace. Her chin quiv- cred. and she caught her lower lip between her teeth
 Well, don't feel so darn Polly annaish about it-l'll tell you that. h int berth back there, and howl to heaven. But what's the use, Nab? You've got to snap your fingers at Fate, old dear-or Fate will darn soon knock you out"
 "sybn, have you thought of Craig lately?'
 My dear. haven't thought Of anybody else. It took Richard to make me appreciate him. A lot of good that will do me-now."
 "Do you suppose you'll marry him. Sib?"
 Heavens above. Mabel. I've Lad enough of marriage"
 But it would be different with Craig"
 T know it would. But I can't even think about it. You see I'm already married. Whether I ike it or not. have d husband. It doesn't make any difference that he drinks and Chases Isapellas He's my hus- band just the same. Unless l get a divorce!
 ''Oh. my dear, wouldn't that give Boston something to talk about. Wouldn't they love it! Wouldn't Val just eat it up. And Mrs. Car rington, and the Caswells. And all the girls who want Craig. and can't get him. And the crowd at the Country Club.'
 Sybil sighed profoundly. "I guess I've fixed things this time. Nab. guess I've wrecked my little old fife forever"
 Mabel said nothing at the time. but shortly she began to talk di- vorce. After dinner that night she found a sequestered corner TOT their deck chairs, and to Sybi's great amazement, proceeded calmly to advocate an immediate divorce.
 Il don't know how you'd go about it. she admitted But aren't they awfully easy things to get in Paris? In this country there's something about establish ing residence-that is, you have to live for a certain length of time wherever you file suit. So that ducking out of Boston wouldn't do much good. People would know anyhow. But if you went over to Paris. it could all be so quiet mo- Lody would even suspect"
 Sybil laughed.
 "Anybody'd think you were talk ing about running over to South Boston," she joked, and added plaintively. "ho~. my dear. could l hop over to Paris?"
 Mabel was vague.
 "Oh. it could be arranged some- how. I'd love 10 see you out of this mess. Sybil. before Craig knows about it. By the way, did you ever write him?''
 No. l didn't. l simply couldn't. And he sent about 20 radios and things, l cabled that I'd write later that l was awfully busy. and hav- ing a wonderful time. He knows how l hate to write letters. And I asked him not to cable any more, because it male me feel awful, guilty.
 vacation. making me feel that l