New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1928-10-15
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Burns prtded herself on being rea-
sonable.
"Of course, I understand" she
told him. Anyhow. I've million
things to do"
Il love you. Catherine Agnes" he
interrupted solemnly.
Kitty hated the name she had
taken in confirmation. The sisters
made her do it, because Agnes was
her patron saint. But now she ig-
nored Rogers teasing.
Me, too" she told him.
1t was their little signal. If there
was no one near. Kitty would whis-
per over the wires each night: Il
love you. sweetheart" But if there
were girls in the corridor, waiting
for the booth. then Kitty, when
Roger repeated the holy ritual of
lovers, would reply SO that he
might know there were listeners
about. and the conversation was
shortly concluded.
phone me in the morning."
"You bet. Good night. Kitty
girl"
He hung up the receiver YEARLY.
and sat delctedly on the bed. star
ing blankly.
"Oh. God, what a mess!"
kitty's fiance had succeeded re-
markedly in business way. The
girls agreed that Kitty had done
pretty we'll by herself.
Now If you can only hold him.
they told her, and warned her out
of their hard young wisdom. THE
more he has known of the many.
the less he will settle to one
For Caldwell had been as noto-
riously successful with women %
with real estate.
The suite he occupied at the Fair
| more was indicative OF his none
tary achievements. Sybil would be
impressed with the luxury of his
surroundings.
A small glow of satisfaction in
truded upon his misery. Better
that she found him this way than
broken wreck Of thing In that
hospital ward in Washington. He
didn't want her pity not by darn
sight. He hoped she wouldn't think
she had to resurrect their romance
| Now, If Kitty.
He ground his heel into the soft
ness of an Oriental rug, and paced
restlessly about. Sybil was won
derful - no doubt about it. He re.
membered now every detail of Their
youthful passion. The way she
lifted her lips to his. The way her
soft arms crept about his KHAKI
shoulders until her fingers clasped
behind his neck, and she drew his
| face to hers. The agony of theil
parting - and the way she cried
God bless her darling heart! They'd
wanted so fearfully to be married
What a different story life would
have been! No use philosophizing
about that.
Different, too, If they had found
each other six months ago. Now
there was Kitty: gentle little Kitty
He was the luckiest fellow in thu
world to have her.. Sweet. limo
cent.
Sybil was different She'd beef
through the mill. A married woman
now, with a baby. Somehow. beside
Kitty, Sybil looked hard and a little
weary. Freshness was something t.
worship. There was a bit of the
spiritual in Kitty's untouche.
charm. 1t set her apart from al
the other jaded little girls.
The discordant note of the tele
phone interrupted his meditations.
"Hello.-Oh. hello, Sybil. III b.
right down"
She was sitting in a big chair Il
the foyer. one slim knee throw
over the other. and dainty foo
swinging nervously. Pale with tn
sophisticated pa7lor smart wome1
affect, with lips painted wildly
Her costume was smartly black. re
lieved by pearls about her throa
and in her ears.
: John" She rose to meet hin
extending her hand.
"Sybil! My dear"
The little girl for whom his heal
had ached in throes of crucifyin
tenderness. The darling child VIII
brought him fudge at Devens, an
knit the socks that didn't fit. Tt
weeping angel who cried on h
shoulder, and blew her little no.