The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-06-25

slips away and meets him. They
 are married and Irene tele-
 phones home to tell the news.
 The parents are elated over
 the wealthy son-in-law. BcryI
 knows that Irene has eyaded
 the truth.
 NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER xxxIII
 The morning following Irene's wedding day was beautiful. It was one of those crystalline mornings when earth and sky seem to call to all living creatures to be joyous.
 The house was strangely quiet when Beryl opened her eyes after a night of fitful sleep. She glanced at her watch. Her mother would be about the house soon. She thought uncomfortab1y of the day that was ahead of her, dreading conversation with the family. Yet if she said nothing she would be thought sul- len.
 Beryl arose and picked up a hand mirror. What 1t told her stirred her sense of hnmor until a faintly mock ing light showed in her eyes.
 There was her excuse. With a throat like that silence would be
 
 cuss Irene's marriage when she did not know what she thought about it. Beryl possessed that rare faculty of being able to laugh at herself.
 She knew it was best for Tommy not to marry Irene, and yet she couldn't help feeling bitter toward her sister. She knew that in any con- versation concerning Irene she would rail against her while at the same time she must admit Irene couldn't have done kinder thing for Tommy Wilson than to become Mrs Prentiss Gaylord.
 Mrs Prentiss Gaylord.
 Beryl turned to the window. What a day! She supposed the bridal cou- pie would drive to Oakdale in the black and chromium roadster.
 What morning to start on a honeymoon journey! It wouldn't be necessary to travel in 8 black and chromium roadster. A slim boy be- side you the words man and wife, still ringing in your ears :. a boy with the brown of woods in his eyes and the touch of the sun in his hair a laughing boy. [.
 ''Listen!' Beryl spoke aloud and whirled from the window. I'm paging you, Old Trapper. want you
 
 and plenty. swear hard"
 Angrily she dashed the tears from her smarting eyes. But she couldn't dash the picture that had called for stout words out of her mind. 1t was the picture of once laughing boy in helpless collapse on wet beach. It had flashed into her day dream ing like an evil threat.
 She put a hand to her throat. .
 But she must know how Tommy was. She must go out and find him.
 Beryl started to dress hurriedly lest the pain in her throat frighten her into staying indoors. It was a terrible thing, to be 50 afraid, she thought. But what would she do without her voice? She needed the money she earned but there was more. There was the release she knew in spirit when she sang. She could pour her longing out in song. She could call to Tommy. She could scold him. She could plead with him and pray for him. Because his name was not on her lips but only in her heart, people would praise her and talk to her about the power of the artist to express universal hu- man emontions.
 The solace she found in singing meant much to Beryl. She felt she could not do without it.
 How stupid she would be to go out to-day. She knew that wetting her feet in the dew and bringing Tommy back to normalcy at the beach had started her trouble anew. The doctor would be furious if she went out at this hour
 Beryl was dressed now. Where would Tommy be?
 She did not find Tommy. His uncle told her that Tommy had left the house after receiving g. note sent to him by messenger. And I haven't seen him isnce," he added worried ly.
 "Why didn't you stop him?" Ber- VI famed. Don't you know he might do something reckless?"
 How could stop him? hurried home after you told me what had happened and found him acting nat ural enough"
 "what do you mean. natural enough"
 Well. he wasn't doing anything just lying on his bed. You didn't ex- your"
 Beryl ignored the sarcasm. "Then what happened?" she snapped.
 'The the messenger boy brought the note and took it up to Tom my"
 "Did you stay there while he read 5t?"
 No. I came down to think about something for supper and while 1 was doing 1t Tommy left. He didn't argue about 1t. He just left" "Who was the note from?" q don't know. but guess it was from Irene"
 "Yes." Beryl agreed, and her voice grew more eaustic. q guess 1t was. Irene would do a thing like that"
 She went home then. and sent for the doctor.
 "You might as well have come in l' 10 see me-" he scoIded her. "I saw you driving around In your fresh air bus"
 The doctors tone was good na- tured, but there was graveness in hts eyes. His voice changed as he decided to tell her the truth. "Beriously Beryi," he said. "I must warn you that your condition Is one that you must not neglect, I'm going t0 put you Co bed fer e few days at least, And I'm going Co call pr Augnsten from New York, He's Q throat HpaeiRlist--l sanA ana | anunt Hia al.inian