New Britain herald., 1928-09-19
4us HAS HAPPENED

11s HAS HAPPENED
 0yhll Therns. psmpersd and beau- tiful, . en her way to Havana with Mabel Blake. social worker and seinstsr. sybil, weary with life and love, has taken the trip in order to find the peace necessary for . de- cision regarding Craig Newhall. who has asked her to marry him.
 Craig is . fine fellow, but sy- bill finds herself unable to dismiss the phantom of her soldier-lover- John Lawrence. who went to France with the A. E. F. and never return ed. Mabel. on the other hand. is frankly man hunting.
 The steward comes to their cabin to present the captains compli- ments and asks if the ladies would care to join Mr. Arnold and Mir. Eus- tis in the commanders cabin for bridge. Mabel, who has already met Eustis, becomes wildly excited and borrows sybil's clothes in order to make an impression.
 NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER XII
 Captain Hanna was short and fat and jolly. with . rolling gait and a big. loud laugh.
 John Arnold WAS a pudgy little man and the hair on the top of his head was thin and getting thinner. He had . small black mustache and sharp little nose and tremen- dous chin. Mir. Arnold was an an- tique dealer.
 Richard Eustis was tall and slim. His hair was light brown and wavy. He wore 1t rather long and had . habit of shaking it back from his forehead impatiently. His eyes were blue and his skin very pale. His mouth was well-shaped, with lips % vivid they almost seemed to have been carmined. He had crooked little whimsical smile, and one eyebrow quirked up when he talked.
 He looks" thought Sybil. Hike a hungry poet I'll bet Nab would like to cook him 8 good meal nd run her fingers through his hair"
 Arnold was one of those people who love to find mutual aquaint- anceA
 So you come from Boston," he queried. "Now I used to know a lot of people in Boston. I'm from New Haven myself. Let's see-do you know George Tracy? And the Osgoods?-they're the woolen peo- pie. You don't? We'll. now. that's strange. I suppose you know Mir. Young - Mrs. Leon Young? Fine old lady. ."
 Eustis was quieter.
 I've asked the steward to bring up Martinis," he said. Perhaps you had rather have something else :"
 Mabel was trying desperately to look sophisticated.
 T simply adore them!" she ex- claimed.
 And when they came she whis- pered excitedly to sybil. Do you eat thu foolish olive, or let it lay?"
 lA0 CApAIu AAu lcII.
 Make yourselves at home," he told them. "I'u be in later.''
 Eustis, presently. began to devote himself to Sybil. Arnold had Mabel in cozy corner. chatting of Sand wich glass
 I've . precious dolphin candle stick I'd like to give you" Sybil heard him say, while Nab looked e If she would like to choke him.
 In vain sybil tried to make the conversation foursided. Lustis could be positively rude.
 I'm fed up on antiques" he an- nounced. And John can't talk about anything else. I'm grateful to you. Mia Blake, for taking him off my hands. By the Lord Harry, needed little respite. And now, since we're we'll rid of John, sup pose you and I take . little stroll. Mia Thorns. There's . glorious moon tonight"
 ''But I thought We were going to play bridge"
 And waste . perfectly good moon!"
 But I'd been anticipating such . nice little game. I'm crazy about bridge, MT. Eustis."
 Mabel. in the corner. interrupted her loquacious companion.
 Run along. sib. it's too lovely a night for cards. Take my scarf to throw over your ahouIderA and don't forget to wish on the moon.
 What did I tell you!" she nut tered under her breath, aS she flung bit of lowered chiffon across sy- bils shoulders and srinned despair ingly.
 They were scarcely out of hear ing when Eustis turned to Sybil.
 You wouldn't break up an an- t1que twosome like that, would you?" he demanded.
 Why. what do you mean?"
 "Oh. your chaperon and my pest there. discussing spinets and low boys, like a couple of old cronies, Antique fanatics give me | pain"
 Nab isn't a fanatic, and she int my chaperon. She's a perfect peach, and she's lady enough to peach. and she's lady enough not 10 show it when she's bored to leath. And if antique fanatics give you . pain. why are you going to Havana with MT. Arnold?"
 "Oh. I'm only struggling young man. fair lady. Poor, but honest and Johns parents are vulgarly wealthy. Besides, I'm good con- pany for him. When he proposed the trip I jumped ct the chance. All clever men are opportunists."
 He drew her arm little closer.
 You don't like me, do you. Miss Thorne?'
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