Sterling Standard from Sterling, Illinois on October 3, 1928 · Page 10
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- i.^r^i^^t. „, g3',j.^£sfH Hy Williunt OWl ROAJLDIH9 fivr-stny RtCHARI> • HvM with A* * r?*«H «f thr nwd wi arris re, s SyNl htr hn<s1iar»d J*ft him (n •n *t«pnr fn thrlr hot*! Irs j him. T*d nf !> rtt'.'nrrc and it« notoriety, Cra'tr l» s '1 *-f* trj nrolrf thf Thorn**. H* ws* rtf-- vnttni? h'wlf who1e-henrt*tU.v tr> politic*, nnd Sybil saw very lit!!* of iiifn. From ihf papers sh* Mist the VmmR ftppublic*ns organs*??!, and that Craig wjv* thfi particular protege of the Old Guard. A distinct honor for R young lawyer, and Masoned politicians were predicting big things for In April he took temporary resl- ence In Washington; *nd Sybil, nt whirh her *i«trr~ln-!«w Is j feeling altogether forsaken, put in MUlng. thr ro*n with hi-r tarns ! motion the machinery that makes divorces. Tud disapproved, as she tew he would. "What, nre you soinE to get out whltr t»- rf*?»Jh. did TOU rome from?" he NOW iiO ON «ITH THE STOHT of It," hp dem«ndetJ. "but a lot of cheap >alk nnd s. bunch of head- CHAFFER XXXVI. | lines? And every virtuous crow in •yhiis hand rnuRht h'rr heart, j Boston talking dirty talk about you. You've no flies. Sib. how t!\« papers would eat up- R thing like a Thome divorce." "But Tad." she cried, 'it could all be done so quietly, nobody need even know!" "Quietly!" he scoffed, 'Say, n nice, juicy divorce lias about, RS much chance of going off quietly RJ-, a presidential election, Look at the Stlllman case." "But that was different!" she Insisted. "How was it different?' 1 "But the sttllmans have such oodles of money," she protested. "Well, we're not exactly church mice ourselves," he reminded her. "We've been Somebodies in Boston too long for the papers to leave us alone. You belong to the Vincent Club, don't you? And the Sewing Circle? And you're, a darn good- looking girl. Sib. You know how you used to have your picture in the papers about every other day. They've got plenty in their reference rooms. Just start something, and see what they do to you. You'll be smeared all over the front pages." I "At least," she retorted bitterly,, "it would establish my status." | "A dear establishment," he groaned. "And a pretty status, if you're asking me." | "I'm not," &he told him icily. "I think you're being dreadfully old- fashioned, and Just as hateful as j ~ can It was Valerie who put the divorce idea in Sybil's head. The affair in New Haven had made a different girl of Val. Humility and gratitude n«d cured her restive spirit, She devoted herself intensely to the baby, and even took him out in his little stroller. Valerie, who had declared it the depths of provincialism to wheel a baby! g it through the fur of her coat snd the folds of her crim- r-oti blouse. It pounded, so mercilessly Across the table she leaned toward him. And between them lay the poor little ghost of R romance A tawdry sm»ll ghost, born of pas- r-ion and consumed in its flame. The specter 'Of a withered love, ugly now and sordid. "You!" she gasped, and the exclamation faded on a laugh. A queer, mirthless laugh. .Valeric crumpled R napkin, and flung it down before her. "Well, 1 she demanded truculently, and r.tared at them curiously. "What's the matter with you two?" "Sit down, Val. Push over." Sybil slipped into the booth beside her. sister-in-law. Her knees trembled dangerously. "No scene, now," she told herself sternly, "No hysterics." When she spoke again her voice was even. "Don't get excited." she admonished smoothly. "We'll have this out'right here and now. Val, do you know who this man ts?" He had slumped back into the both. Now he passed one hand dazedly across his 'forehead, and with the other fumbled for & handkerchief. Drops of moisture glistened like tear drops on his face, and a little.mustache of damp mis- C M e v \ o 17 E VN O NTT '•>f i : ; t" 7\ ',' \' '^*J,</''" \ si ^*>\ >,^\^ X i, i j! •• ;i ;s / I • tii' t'— --"-.- : •«£: MOMEMT-, WE'D LlhE To y. S TAT. Off. O i M«, er KM &e«vicr. me. its TlMESf. IS -THE '\ *"i VROM ME, WILL 1^1 V-OOR PURSE f SALESMAN w Gosh, No! <a*T IM TW wouse, KlTTSl I'M GOMWft &AVJC- COP ery sat upon his trembling upper lip:"" -•- "Why, of course I do." Valerie bristled defiantly. "Did you know that he is my husband?" "My God. No! Sybil, you're Tell her she's crazy, Darl. It's I don't believe it. It isn't true! a lie! Darl! Darl ..." Frantically she besought him. And then turned on Sybil, crazily, to beat, her with small, impotent fists. "Now, Val." Sybil captured her hands. "Don't be a fool. Keep quiet. You're attracting attention. I'm going to get at the bottom of this thing;. And, then, you can do as you please—and be damned. Sybii regarded h*r slst*r-ln-Iaw with a sort of pitying contempt, and, because pity is akin to affection, she even' liked her a little. After all. Richard w«a an. engaging devil. And hadn't she loved him I herself? Valerie was a fool. of" course. They were both fools. ,t GOTTA GO, — TWIT'S CtxLUMG- "This afternoon I learned that miuice was a trap for foolish' you were planning to elope. I didn't WO men. Worse when one Seiralizefl" know the man's name, Only that you meant to leave Tad for someone who had promised to get you into the movies." Sybil's .mouth curled scornfully. "Is this the man. Val? Why, you poor little fool, jail's the only place he could get >ou. He's a-'married man. He's my husband. He's your brother-in-law. He's the worst thing God ever made. He's—he's—Oh, you r&t. you! You miserable, rotten cad!" • • * Fiercely Sybil turned on hjifiT Quietly then, and thoroughly, she lashed him with her tongue. Castigating him with words that cut with exquitite cruelty. And through it all he sat like a man stricken with dumbness; who, being condemned. could find answer his accuser. no voice to "Darl! Darl!" Freimcdly Valerie besought him. "Oh, Darl, why don't you SAY something. Darl, DON'T let her talk like- this!" Helplessly he Jhrew Qut..._his hands. ••". . . Drunk. Valerie, for days and nights on end. Idiotically. dUgust- ingly drunk. Irresponsible. or decency." "Oh. Darl. something?" Worthless. . , Without morals. WHY don't you say "Because there's nothing he CAN .say, Val. And you— you poor little fool Oh, God help Tad! WHY did he marry you!" Then Valerie was crying, softly, into a foolish little handkerchief. "Corne on. Valerie, let's get out of hcic. Jack Moore and Mabel are vailing for us " "Sybil!" Hiehard Euttis put out his hand. Entreating. Agonizing. Furiously she struck H away. 'Go to hell!" she told him hoarsely. And her voice, with hatred, was coarse end rough. She snalcued at Valerie. "You do. what I tell you! AUt h.m now to lake you away with him tonight. Or come with me now | --and tell him ygu will never see ' him again so long as you live." j "Darl! Oarlt". j Ht gazed »t her incoherently \ Impotent before Sybil's rage" And, becftUfet* her god did not answer 'her. Valeric turned from him. Gathered her wrap about her. And walked with Sybil from the rodin. fjf watched them go Aiid Jack 4*w him drop hi* head bis haiidj,, mid heard him women. Worse when one SegalfzefT the amour. Divorce was such a • horror. It was Valerie who mentioned it first. "Sib", did you ever think what might happen tf you should die?" "Val! Don't tell me YOU are philosophizing. 'Death and Damnation!' Oh, Val!" Sybil laughed mockingly. "My dear. I didn't mean THAT. I was^thinkliig about the baby — and—your husband." ^"What about the baby?" Sometimes Sybil felt motherhood rising life a tide within her—filling her heart and her whole being with an exciting sense of achievement. Her maternity had been so triumphant. The child was so entirely hers. The perfect extension of her own ego. She was very proud of him, and of herself for having created him. Richard's contribution to the creation she disdainfully discounted, "You know," Val was saying, "if you - should die, your — husband could claim the child. Your mother's prayer in a court of justice wouldn't count for a row of pins, Teddy is his property just as much as yours If you were dead, there's nobody else would have legal right to him. Tad and I wouldn't have a look-in. "You owe it to Teddy to get a divorce, and absolute custody. Of course, if his father didn't want him, that would be one thing, But \KUMT1MS ALL ~WS T/M& FOR -ms BIS DAV— 6E&'IT SEEMED IV UKE CIEOJS PAY j" ( IM AWXIOUS f«V_ - COME.'-' (Continued on page eleven) * i * ' dions itome in okeii oiUy by . &JEM! t.i« tool* reuiarku ^i imliw- people ' to «Mlce c ' vi u. Where there's smoke there's liable to be a lot of campaign dgars '. YOU FELLAS ACS ALL MIXED UP O/4 DATES «• I'M A/OXIOUS 7D BE 7WATTW3- i ' j L* --*-*—«• -T r f •&W*'- §!J ,'.Sf._> '>f f t \ *X ST"* OJEB 70 AM>KRCWi FDR DsAVAFTEP/ BE A&R& EARLY = 7MATS BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES ^ AEADED kAi, VME? BE SURPRISED UAN' fe PERSOA5 TO LOOk AT AiewE VNOULO ' -^ .* ' ? 1 MiU.«.MT.««fr.' . OlH* «T MA UKVtCC. WC What Did Billy Say? By Martin ONXOCfc fWWD.8 WW^MOTHlMfe, > ', 10 MUM N POi Another Strsmge Adventure

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