New Britain herald., 1928-02-06

| crouched there In the corner or the room. Even If hA marries that girl. still I want him to Ave!"
 Here! Go downstairs and heat come water!" Elizabeth Ertz said to her almost roughly once toward the end of the long night. !" And put some baking soda in it. and rush back here with !t!"
 And Lily rushed. She carried 1t upstairs, but by the time she rot there the doctor was outside the room and said that he wouldn't need 1t. Pat was resting for the time. and he wouldn't have him disturbed for anything.
 You can make some coffee for all Of us though, If you want to do something" hs said in hts fussy, kindly way. and she ran back to the kitchen and put the pot on tho stove.
 While it was boiling she wont up- stairs to dress n one of the bunga- low aprons that Florence had let her ! wear while she was in the house. Florence was getting into one Of them herself.
 We may n we'll get up. It's six o'clock anyway" she yawned, "and none of us can sleep anyway. we're that excited and wrought up." So she followed Lily downstairs and went out to the front porch for the mornings milk and cream. She came back with 1t in one hand and the paper in the other.
 "Loolsy here. Lil." she cried. fling ing it down upon the kitchen table. Here's your picture in the public print. You're getting to be famous or something"
 Lily frowned and set down the cup of hot black coffee she had been sip- ping. What was her picture do- ing in the morning paper. for good ness sake?
 She picked 1t up, and as she touched 1t the word DIVORCE" seemed to shriek up at her from . headline above her photograph on the printed page. She took another look: SOCIETY WOMAN PLANS TO DIVORCE CHAUFFEUR-HUs- BAND"
 She stared at 1t, speechless But I told staley to stop the suit." she walled after foun or five min. utes. "I told him to Oh, Flor. ence. ! don't want to marry Staley Drummond. I've been crazy, haven't I, 10 think that couple of automo- piles and big house and a lot of clothes could take the place of- well. of 1-don't-know-what." "I guess you mean love " said the downright Florence. Y think you still love Pat. Ally. But you want to think things over-You know. you did hate being poor with Pat You don't want to forget that"
 Lily shook her head and tried to remember how Hull life had seemed in the days of the Derbyshire Road flat and the waahing machine and the bills with no money to pay them.
 T told Ma you weren't as had as sadye Jefferson said you were" sad Florence. after . minute. I told her you were a good woman all along when everybody else said you were like the Frazier sirl down the street. You know the ono I mean-the one with bleached hair and all the 1 paint?"
 l Lily did know. She had seen the Frazier girl sweep past the house in automobiles with ono of her men friends beside her many a time-she remembered her perfectly. A bIeached blond with her face smeared with paint, her body fairly poured into too-tight black satin dresses, and with imitation pearls as tig as white cherries around her neck. A bra1en, shsmelesg creature.
 "Who said I was like the Frazier girl" she demanded furiously. "Evcrybody - almost" Florence l blundered on.
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