New Britain herald., 1928-10-26

higher than tho wall around Troy Town had reared itself between her and the girls who lounged there in the big high-ceilinged room with tts sleepy hollow chairs. it's body Brus- sels carpet. it's Victorian com- fort. And yet her own mother had known this room from her earliest babyhood. no doubt. She had been brought up right here in this enor- nous old red-brick house. and Ro- setta and Matthew had waited upon her. It seemed almost unbe- lievable to Emmy.
 How very much her mother must have loved her father. she thought. to give up this soft effortless life and go to live with him in Flower street. To settle down with him for good among the smokestacks. the staring factory windowA the huddled little houses.
 Il never could have had the cour- age to do it." she said to herself.
 Then. all at once. 1t flashed across her brain that that was exactly what she herself would do If she married Robb Hollis! She would sink slowly but surely down into poverty as If it were a quicksand dragging at her feet. She would never get out again.
 She jumped up from her chair. I'm going to run up and say Hello to Grandmother" she sad quietly to Marianna. She's at home. isn't she?"
 As she went up the wide shallow steps she heard the Friday club be- hind her dating up" Cassie Bears for pre-nuptial parties to do her honour.
 T ought to have some kind of party for Cassie" she told Grand mother Pentland when she had kissed her. She sat facing her be- fore the flickering wood fire in her gloomy. richly furnished sitting room.
 Grandmother Pentland gave . sar- castle little laugh. Its very funny to me-all this party-g giving for Tom Sears daughter" she said acidly. T can we'll remember tho time when he was dock-walloper right down here on the Cuyahoga river"
 She had . stiff face. always. for the newly rich. Her own family the Parks family-was old in the prosperity that makes or dignity and pride in this young America of ours. As proof of 1t, wasn't there the old Parks Building. built ir lSsl and still standing on lower Superior street? t. Wasn't there the Atheneum club building that had been the Parks homestead for thirty years? Wasn't there Great Lakes park that her own father had presented to the city? There was Flower street, too. but she seldom thought of 1t. It was nothing to point to. with family pride.
 "Why. yes, Emmy--I suppose you ought to give Cassie some kind of . party If everybody else is doing il" she went on. after a minute. gazing down thoughtfully into the pinkish glow of the fire. T like you to keep in touch with your own kind of people,"
 Then she had one of those sud- den rare outbursts of generosity of hers. Would you like to have a lunch-bridge or . tea right here in the house. where Matthew and Ro- setta could see to everything?" she asked, and the gray twilights fled in- stantly from Emmy's eyes. leaving them shadoViess as . child's clear eyes. She put her arms around her grandmother's shoulders and pressed her firm. flawleas cheek against the sallow white one.
 How can ever thank you enough?" she asked happily. The most she had hoped for was a small check to pay for party at the little yellow house. "If you only knew how I've been hating the i thought of those girls coming to 1 Flower street again. May ] run down and ask them for the first Saturday in November. thenh Sat- urday's my only day. you know"
 They all said they could come. and Emmy said goodbye to them feeling as If she were one Of them. after all. Her feeling of heartache dropped away from her. and in its place came a hard determination to keep her place among them. As her grand
 mother had just eaid. they were her
 own kind of people,"
 She had come to one of those
 crossroads that every woman doea