The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-01-26
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 ANN. CECMY and MARY FRANCES FENWICK live with their grandparents. The sister have been orphaned since childhood. The ndparcnts--known as "Ro- salie" and "Grandr-haye long since lost their wealth and the household Is supported by Ann's and Cecily's earnings. For this reason, Ann, 28, and PHILIP ECROYD, young lawyer, are still postponing their marriage though they have been engaged 8 years.
 CeciIy, P, Is in love with BARRY McKEEL, an engineer, but when he proposes she refuses to name the wedding date because she cannot leave Ann with the financial responsibility Of the home.
 Mary-Frances, 15, and stiIl fin school, strikes up an acquaintance company actor. She meets him secretly on several occasions.
 CeclIy tells Ann that Barry has proposed. Next morning he comes early to drive Cecily to her office. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER xxIII
 Barry stopped the car. as she had hoped he might, under the trees on the driveway and kissed her. "It's true," he said, then. "It Is true, isn't it, Cecily?"
 "Oh 1t isl" she answered. 0For hott 0f us ?''
 "But dear-of course for both of us."
 "Wouldn't it have been terrible" |" he asked, If I'd loved you, like this, or if you'd loved me and the other one hadn't? It couldn't be lived. What do people do? Cecily, have you ever loved any other man like this?"
 q have never loved any other man at all," she said.
 You've thought you were in love, though, haven't you?
 she shook her head. "No, never have. Not once nor a little. But you have, haven't you. Barry?"
 i've had cases, crushes-that sort. But I've never asked any other girl to marry me, so they couldn't have amounted to much the crushes, I mean-could they?"
 Perhaps not to you. But what about the girls?"
 "Nothing at all about the girls. It has been always all on my side. No other girl has ever loved me nor liked me-very much"
 Cecily, then, could take her choice of hypocritical humility, base perfidy or just plain dumb ness. She found none of them to her pleasure, so she gasped. Why --Barry!" miserably and let it go at that.
 "Did you want me to be a much loved man?" he leased. Sorry, but most women shudder away from me on sight. Whats the matter, darling? Something? Anything?"
 Barry, shar't mind, that is too much, about your other love af- fairs. But I'm going to mind like everything when you don't tell me the truth"
 "As you should" he agreed. But I haven't told you anything that isn't true, sweet, and I won't if l can help 1t. You must have known I was trying to be funny, if feebly, about the shuddering ladies. Though most of them are un- flinchingly indifferent to me and
 ''It wasn't that" she said.
 "It was?" he prompted.
 "Your saying that no girls had ever loved you or even liked you"
 He glanced at her. "I see," he said. "Via Lutie, via Marta? I might have known-they're both lippy. I can't see that it matters a hoot in hades whether girls have loved me or not-the repeating of it sounds simpy and sickening. any, how. But you'll have to take my word for it. l should know, shouldn't I? Those girls loved themselves lot; they loved their vanity; they may, perhaps, nave loved love charily and spasmodi- cally-but they didn't love me in the least. As I've told you, they didn't even like me-"
 Cecily said ooh, but you couldn't know that, positively" and quailed at his frown and added hastily, "could you?"
 "I read the other day." he an- sWered, about man who, when he came home and found his din- ner was not ready, held his wife's hands down on the hot cook-stove until she tainted. She'd have a reasonable right to decide. don't you think so, when she gets out of the hospital that the man didn't love her and had never loved her nor liked her as real friend?"
 "Barry!'
 "I'll tell you," he said. "Td thought that I wouldn't. It is un- necessary, in way. But you'll regard it as confession, won't you, Cecily. and not as warning Quarels-do something to me that l cant endure. I can't explain the sensation better than by saying they extinguish me, suffocamte me, though that isn't accurate because I suffer all the time. Fact dear, a quarrel touches my mentality dan- ' gerously.
 I'm sure that I know how 1t came about. Mother and dad quar- reled necessarily. frightfully during my childhood, and all the unpleas- ant things that happened to me hannened in connection with these