New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1928-10-11
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nails. and cruel. Wen. I'm not
hypocritical. anyhow = and ! don't
care WHAT people say.
I'm glad Richard Eustis is dead.
You've seen the papers. You know
what he proposed 10 do to Teddy
and me. To rob us Of every shred
of decency. To tell vile lies about
us. To further his own wicked
purposes he proposed to degrade
Craig Newhall To humiIiate my
mother and break her heart. To
disgrace Valerie and Tad.
why. almost didn't believe
there WAS a God till Richard died.
Now I know better. II was God
who killed Richnrd. And he killed
him because he was too sinful to
live. I'm sorry if you think I'm
wicked because I'm happy But !
AM. INV friends. | am very, very
happy
OF course there was a great to-
do when news of the tea party was
spread. Mrs. Thorne took to her bed.
vowing that she would be happier
dead than alive.
Tad was furious.
Nice women =" he said. never
do things in poor taste
"Prig.." cried Sybil "Hypocrite.
You're lust as glad as l am. hut
you don't dare admit it."
THAT'S the difference" he re-
torted, "between a civilized being
and barbarian Polite people
don't parade primitive rassions"
II wouldn't blame Sybil darn
BIT" interrupted Craig. grimly, "if
she did huia-hula right on tn"
| late lamented's well-known grave.
"Oh. Won two" exclaimed Tad.
and stallled wrathfully from the
room. You give NE a pain
| Tad and Valerie were planning a
New Years party. their last in the
old house. In February they were
moving to an apartment Of their
own. Valerie was taking cooking les
sons and a cours" in interior decor
atoms at Boston University. !
I'm trying so hard" she con-
fessed to Sybil, ITO make up for
the bad girl I was. With Richard
dead ] feel that all that horrid part
of me is dead, too. I'm going ia
spend the rest of my life b,ing nice
to Tad and then ] guess I'll have
squared myself"
Craig was trying to persuade
Syhil to announce their engage
ment at the New Years party.
Nothing like starting the year
right" he argued.
'Out OF the frying pan into the
fire." she laughed.
But that ANNOYED him.
please. Sybil.' he besought,
don't joke that way. No wonder
the hammer and tong artists say
you're hard-boiled."
"Oh!i they do. do they"
You know they do. You're the
most misunderstood little angel in
40 states
And what would they say If
married you? That you'd made ar
honest woman Of me, suppose ?"
"One of these days" he threat
ened. you'll wake up and find III
little Craigie under foot. Their
maybe you'll be sorry"
Maybe" she acknowledged.
Mabel Moore was apartment.
hunting again.
I'm going to the real estate mar
l saw last time she said. RE.
member, Roger Caldwell, l told yot
about HIM, Sybil? Why wivei
leaves home is that lads middle
name. ! want you to see plac'
on Beacon street that we can have
for a hundred and a quarter. Thu
cutest breakfast alcove you eve
saw, and perfectly adorable fire
place. But the linen closets no big
ger than cupboard and yo'
couldn't turn griddle cake in tn
Kitchen"
Page your shcik and Wen lool
it over this afternoon" agreed Sy
bill. ASK him if l may bring m
son and heir. And tell him if
see an apartment ! like wei
enough ! may get married my
+ SELF
, Sybil bundled up Teddy and wen
to Mabel's for tea. The agent wa
to call for them at four. Nibblin
cinnamon toast, Sybil damned tn
| flood of Mah's glowing culopv n