New Britain herald., 1928-12-06

almost word for word.
And how do you know SO much
about her, and the type she isl"
Mrs. Milburn's voice was keen and
sharp. You've never seen her.
have your
I'm taking Wells Harbisons
word for the kind OF woman she is
said Emmy. simply. I've figured 1t
out this way: He must have been
very. very unhappy with her or he
wouldn't have stopped loving her
and turned to me. And he must love
me very great deal or he wouldn't
want to go to the bother of divorc-
ing her SO hi could marry me.
would he:"
and when arc you going to tell
him all this that you've figured OUT
for yourself?" asked. her mother.
1.-The first time l see him. and
that will be tomorrow night En-
my answered. spiritediy. Il told him
I wanted plenty of time to think II
over and to talk it over with you-
hut | can see my way now. And !
don't see why ] should spoil his life
and mine by sticking to any silly,
old shioned ideas about marriages
lasting forever"
''Thcrc's only one kind of mar
riage. Emmy. and it's as old-fash-
toned AS love itself and it lasts
forever, like love" Mrs. Milhnrn
got up and laid the rusty old black
though she had not even begun to
sew the new lining into it, She COW
cred IL with sheet OF tissue paper
as though she were laying it away
for a long time.
Il know what that dream of min.
where I saw you standing on the
edge Of 4. high cliff. That's
Just where YOU are standing, Emmy.
On the very brink OF danger.
You're In danger. Emmy" Her voice
was kind OF vail as she turned
back into the bedroom.
Emmy tossed her lovely head.
with its deep. shining waves of raw
gold hair and it's proud tilt "Oh.
Mother. aren't you silly. honestly"
she exclaimed. MY stars! What
possible danger can l he in? Wells
Ha rhison wants to MARRY me. and
!" don't see anything very danger
GUS about arriages-especially love
marriages. They always say they're
made In heaven. you know" She
jumped UP from the floor where
she had been sitting.
Some OF them are and some OF
them aren't" Mrs. Milhurn an
swered, Eravely. And would it be
love marriage. anyway? Does
man who can forget his wife and
child so easily know anything about
| love? And az for you, Emmy. ! can
see with half an eye that you're
not really in love with your Mr..
HARRISON. You're Just infatuated
with him, and infatuation can be
no much like the Real Thing that
sometimes you can hardly tell them
apart"
- CHAPTER LII
When Emmy had dropped a light,
careless kiss upon the top of her
head and run down the stairs her
mother stood for a long time in the
middle OF the shabby old room
where her three children had been
born. Her thoughtful eyes were fixed
upon the faded rug at her feet, as
II she were reading something in
the pattern of it.
Then presently she knelt and be-
gan to unpack the telescope" bag.
She laid all the neatly folded cothes
back into the dresser drawers and
set her one pair OF extra shoes in
the closet upon the floor. She put
the white kid gloves back into
green satin glove box that had stood
upon her dresser for a good many
years. Then she showed the bag. it.
self. undsr the bed with her foot.
The door OF the clothes closet
that had always been her chapel
and her sanctuary stood open. She
closed it gently behind her when
upon her knees on the implanted
floor.
When Emmy walked out onto the
porch Of the little house Lovey's car
was just turning into the driveway.
1t stopped in the crunching gravel
and Losey hailed her:
Hello. Perfect Stranger. Where
have you been lately? thought you
we're going to ask us all over TO
your flat again for house warming
or some sort Of celebration!
You're a little four flusher. YOU
are."
She gigsled. and came running up
to her, catching her by the arm
and giving her a kiss. But I'll
forgive you. just SO you won't think
I'm Hard hearted Hannah, and ask
you to a tea I'm having tomorrow
for an old school friend of mine.
DO you remember my speaking Of
Daisy HARRISON? l think you knew
her or something. didn't you?" She
frowned. trying to remember. But
her memory. like her mind, was as
shallow as a brook.
Emmy started violently. Daisy
| HARRISON. Yes, ! remember your
/ speaking Of her to me. You told me
her name was Charters when you
| know her .. school and that she had
| married a man named HARRISON.
! Isn't that the girl you mean ?" she
asked on a shrill upward note.
1ovcy nodded her head briskly.
Yves. that's the one. She's Mrs.
| Wells HARRISON now. There was n
| picture Of her on the society page
! in this mornings paper. She's been
/ III Europe for perfect ages. and she's
( going TO be here in town for a week
or So
/ She turned on her thrce-inc heel
and started off down the drive way
to tn" green back yard. where Per
ry yt1e nflttlDr aUI\ his ladder and