New Britain herald., 1930-12-22
IND OF THE. HEAETACHL.

Chapter J7
 END OF THE HF-AETACHE
 At Ameua's suggestion, David arranged to See Fanny in New York Regarding Sheila's future.
 Amelia lad told him that Fanny was working as a model He had pictured her in shabby 1uakeshlft eurrouudiugs - still pretty perhapsr but tired and a little faded, nor vously anxious to please. lie was not prepared for the evidences of prosperity in Fanny's coufortable, tastetuly decorated apartment.
 She came forward and gave Da- sad her hand.
 Ut seems natural to see you again" Fanny said quietly.
 Fanny made conversaion-spoke of Amelia, his journey, the storm outside.
 Good God" David burst out, "do you think I came all the way from cloughbarre after seven years to talk about the weathcr?'
 No, l suppose not. I hog your pardon. It's a little hard to know just what 10 say. Amelia sent you --didnt she?"
 "Yes. I would have come any way. I had to see for myself what the years had done 10 you. You haven't changed at alI'
 They talked then of sheila and sle future.
 "There's no reason you should work - never has been a reason, 7" David said authoritatively. Half Of all he had-and he had a great deal more than any one person could spend sanely--yvas 10 be put into trust for Fannys benefit, the income to be hers to do with as she pleased. It was his gesture mag nificent-his partial atonement for the injustice that had been done to her by him and his,
 Fanny it now developed. could refuse luxury as well as mere com fort. She was gentle but positive thanked David, but insisted on go- ing on as she was. David was hurt,
 On the heels Of his hurt came a surge Of anger, And crowding the anger crazy suspicious. Amelia had told him that Fanny made $6u a week. Why, S60 would hardly pay the rent. He looked meaningly at Fanny's costly gown.
 T see" he said significantly,
 Fanny caught the glance, tho Sheer.
 My rent" she said proudly, "iz s9O a month. I have but the one room and I sublet in the sumner I cook my own meals. My maid is Mrs. Murphy, the janlror's wife. whom I hire occasionally at 51 cents an hour. My clothes I get at less than cost at the shop where l work. Anything else 9"
 No. IT beg yOur pardon"
 You might have spared ne that, ! think"
 David got up and walked over to fhe window. Gone now was his be- lief in his own integrity of soul. H. recognized with agonized clari- ty of vision that he had been glad 9 few moments ago-God in Heaven, glad!-to accept the seeming evI- dences Of Fanry's guilt. He had been willing to l. build his own tot tering pride, his lost faith in his mother, at F8nnE's cost.
 Then in broken, jumbled sen fences he poured out his horror of himself, the bitterness Of his lost faith in himself. Fanny. with heI gift Of perception, caught and un- derstood the intOleraDle horror and pain. David. his face hidGe~ in his hands, murmur4d something about forgiveness.
 'Of course I forgive you' .sslid Fanny gently, "as you must forgive me. Rather we'll wipe it all out the bitterness and uisunderstand- ings. How can there be forgivenezs between you and me: We were happy once. Lets remember that and forget the resi-
 David reached for her hand and Llung to it.
 You remember what you said when you came into the roon-that it seemed natural 10 see me again That's what I'm feeling now the naturalness. You and l. hand II hand before the fire! Do you re. member those first weeks after we were married. before We moved tC the cottage? Have you forgotten all that--or our fine dreams2"
 No" said Fanny Unsteadily Sh' tried to withdraw her hand, but Da.