New Britain herald., 1928-09-10

Before they left she had promised to write. It girls patriotic duty in those days She promised also to send some fudge and cake, and asked if he needed sweaters or socks. That was patriotic too
 On Sunday the Thomes motored again to Devens, ac- companied by Mr. Thone, who handed around cigares grandly He took liking to Lawrence and invited him down for dinner The following week the young ob tained 2hour leave and spent most of at Thornes
 In the evening sybil showed him the moon over the water and walked with him along the beach Little spashed mounfuy on the sands and the moon scuttled behind cloud The night fearsomely beautiful
 And Sybil was fearfuly lovely She stood with her face to the while the wind whipped her dress of misty stuff about her and blew her hair to Johns cheek Then he took her in his arms and kissed her.
 After that Sybl braved parental dspleasure and toled to Devens every day Her father by permitting her to take the gave the affair hafhearted acguiescence. Her mother though she admitted John seemed like nice young man." drowned on the romance
 Then between Syb and her mother there grew rift that common between mothers and daughters those
 She's just furious sybl told her father because dare to think about John instead of thinking of Tad every blessed minute Her boys in danGerand she doesn't care anything about MINE Pm expected to worry about Tad all the time But mustn't even THINK about Johnr
 syb strangled sob "If John has to. to go I'll DIE" wouldn't: Oh, daddy, I'm wretched!'
 Intellectually her father patted her shoulder
 There there, Syb. Do you love him. little girl It's been such short while Mother doesn't realize, know. Naturally she's frantic about Tad Your mother is young she used to be- and she's apt to be high strung these days Take things Syb God knows it's hard enough to have Tad over there'
 The roads about Devens and into Aver dusty and not conducive to romance, but beyond the camp orchard stretched where eay apple trees made welcome shadows little away from the rest stood gnaed old tree with twisted limbs and crotch where two could sit and love. Beneath its shade the lovers cung.
 Darling, darling /" When he kissed her, he felt her tears on his ips-salty, tangy-bittersweet.
 "Darling DARLING" He said it and over.
 "How old are you Sybil?"
 Eighteen" she told him.
 80 young" he whispered. "So little, and so young"
 "Old enough" Her lips against his saying it.
 "No, no, can't" He held her from him. q might come back all shot up. mightn't come back at al'
 Then" she told him bravely, "Ti never forgive my self if I'd let you go like this."
 Angel" He was kissing her hair.
 Then she took the pins out of her psyche and shook it down, to please him. So that he took it in his hands, an6 let it slip through his fingers caressngy And the next year. when Sybl had it bobbed she saved all that was cut away, in memory of JoE,'s kisses on it.
 "Sybil-SYBILw
 :Oh, John, love you so."
 Before she went they had planned to be married that week.
 Sybil drove home with her head in whirl and her heart full of gadness. John would get furough Perhaps the family would let them have the place at Wi for few days. That would be lots more fun than hotel travelling. And she would get breakfast lrgs-popovers and muffin, and puffy omelets golden brown There would be wonderful days the beach And ri~hts goriously long, They would swim in the moon- light and lie the sands afterward
 Sybil had private conviction that week of love in