New Britain herald., 1928-09-27

I'll keep the respondents name and addresA They might come In handy"
 He took out his billfold. and de- posted the little card carefully be- tween the pages of notebook. Richard laughed.
 Moore. you're an awful fat head" he sneered You don't really thirA. do you. that you've got any grounds for divorce there :? Why. you poor chump. some bell boy dropped that most likely. l never saw 1t before.
 'Sybil'x got sense enough not to so to court with any such flimsy evidence. Do you suppose there's q judge who would believe To you suppose-after taking one look at sybiI - any jury's going to be- lieve deserted her-to go chasing little half -breed?"
 "Well-I don't know" Jack was blandly indifferent. Anyhow l guess drunkenness is grounds for divorce in Massa achusetts. And with Mabel and me to testify against you. Syhil won't have much trouble getting rid of you"
 "But-sood God. Moore-dont you know I'm crazy about Sybil!"
 "Yeah?" Moore had an annoy ing drawl. Well. she ain't crazy about you"
 Didn't she leave any message for me. Jack?"
 "Only that she never wanted to sec your face again."
 q don't believe it!"
 "Well. have 1t your own way. But if you want to keep out of trouble. here's l tip. Sybil's got hrother-a big six-footer. I under stand. and something of a boxer. I reckon he could clean you up with his little finger. any time you trieI to make trouble for Sybil. And if, by any chance, he got incapacitated. I'm no gilded lily myself.
 If were you, Eustis, I'd steer clear of Boston for a while. It would be about as convenient for you to desert Sybil as anything can think of at the moment. Nice respectable divorce. don't you know. No more dirt than necessary. Think it over. old man."
 You you -" Richard was speeches. with anger and cha grin.
 No offense intended" Moore ;s- sured him. Just friendly tip"
 Get out of my room."
 Certainly Your room. as matter of fact, is about the last place I'd choose to park. By the way, is that Sybils trunk over there? I'll send the porter up for it. Goodby. Eustis. You might tell Isabella. If you see her again. that I think Mrs. Eustis owes CT a vote of thanks"
 Outside the room. Moore squared his shoulders and drew a deep breath. Downstairs he scribbled radiogram: Don't worry. ATS we'll"
 And Mabel. when she received it. smiled. The darling fool" she murmured. He doesn't know what he's talking about"
 For weeks Sybil waited fearfully for word from her husband. Every time the telephone rang she feared message. She watched for the postman as she had watched once, years ago, when every day brought a letter from John Lawrence. Ner- vously she sorted the r,ail. io6 king always for the foreign stamp that would mean Richard was still in Havana.
 Jack Moore had written that he the Seville to smaller hotel in the suburbs, where John Arnold had taken a permanent residence. Arnold had become friendly with an American widow and had fi- Eanced the opening of an Ameri- can Tea and Gifte shoppe. of which they were to be co-partners.
 Richard was probably in on it too, wrote Moore. Living expenses were high in Havana, and he had reason to believe that Eustis had already found himself in debt.
 Away from the glamour of his presence. Sybil put Richard calm iy down as an adventurer and a philanderer.
 'I don't care that for him." she would say. and snap her fingers derisiyely in the lonely darkness Of her bedroom.