New Britain herald., 1928-11-13


 to see Lenore Uric. I've never sat at home 50 much in my whole life as l have since married him."
 She shook her little head with its waves of shining hair. and her eye lashes dropped upon her cheek. Perry laughed half -heartedIy. "Lovey says being married to me is worse than being marreid to a doc tor or travelling man," he said. is gaze fixed on his little wife's face.
 "I don't know what use there is in having husband who can't dance and won't even try to play cards" complained l.ovey.
 Mrs. Miiburn looked at Perry. then at Lovey. and then back to Perry.
 Just be patient with him for a little while. I.ovey." she said, He does this work of his well. Look at that bridge. Why. he's made it even more beautiful than the real ridge is. We're all going to be proud of Perry some day"
 The faith that moves mountains stood in her eyes.
 On Christmas day at one o'clock Grandmother Pentland sent Mat thew around 10 the little yellow house driving her great blue limou- sine.
 Isn't thIs the easiest way 10 get around" Mrs. Milburn exclaimed as they rolled along the rough streets as if they had been paved r'ith glass. "I never have longcd for riches, but I surely do enjoy an au- tomobilo ride once in whilc."
 You ought 10 get the taAicab habit like Father" young Dan be- gan with laugh. but Mir. Milburn silenced him with a single look.
 You're getting too big for your boots, young fellow." he said furi- ously, and not another word was spoken by anyone during the rest of the drive.
 There were wreaths Of holly tied windows of the brick house on Pros pect street.
 The day was dark. but within the big richly furnished rooms ,he lamps were lighted. There were bay berry candles in silver sticks on the high mantelpiece in the hall, \ Christmas tree. loaded with colored bulbs and blown-glass ornaments. gleamed just inside the door of the library. But the house was silent as tomb when the four Milburns !, stepped into it. And as the heavy i panelled street door closed after her, Emmy felt as if she had left all the Christmas spirit far behind her somewhere.
 There was rustling of silk | against silk on the stairs. and Grandmother Pentland came down to them. She always had moved like ship under full sail. But now she 1 came slowly and the hands that she laid on Emms's shoulders. as she kissed her, trembled. Merry Christmas!" she said to them all. ono after another. T.ere was a quaver in her voice. She seemed very frail and old, all at once.
 Emmy put into her hand tho lit tie package of six handkerchiefs that she had embroidered for her.
 "Where's Marianna she asked. "Upstairs""
 Grandmother Pentland nodded "she certainly is!" Her lips snapped together smartiy as she spoke. and her eyes flashed in their old-time way for just an instant.
 Emmy ran up the wide steps.
 She found her cousin in her bed room getting dressed 10 go out. Whenever Marianna made her toilet she painted her face and put on her hat first of all She had it on now, although she was still wrapped in a sIchsia- -colored dressing gown and her bare feet were stuck into violet satin bedroom slippers.
 She sat there at the powder table between the long windows smoking a cigarette that smelled like clover blossoms. and she smiled up at Emmy as she came in. Merry Christ mas and all that sort of rot Babe" she greeted her. "I suppose you've beard the newso" Emmy shook her head as she laid another little package of hemstitch- cd handkcrchiefs down on the litter ed top of the powder table.