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Sterling Standard from Sterling, Illinois · Page 14

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"Sybil." lie continued ominously. "is at n particularly dangerous age. The Heckles* Age I call It. 8he has outlived the diffident and bashful period of girl hood." "But Sybil was never diffident." interrupted Mrs. Thorne. "nor bashful." Mr. Crandon silenced her with n I'uIHr (jlaiicc. "Girlhood I- always shy." he Informed her. "Jazz and gin, and all that sort of thins"—he raised his eyebrows to Indicate repugnance of youth's follies — "they arc nothing but gestures of defiance and Independence. As I was saying, your daughter has outlived the shyness of girlhood, and has yet to achieve the prurience and circumspection of middle age. Women of her age are always rash. They see ahead of them the end of youth, and that wnds them hurtling down the primrose path. "Your daughter, very likely, craves the love life that circumstances have denied her, and is prepared to cast aside all the inhibitions and 'repressions imposed by convention. Proof of the strength of her desires lies in her willingness to flaunt the tale of her mar- riaRe in society's decorous face." Mrs. Thorne fidgeted uncomfortably. "I am sure," she corrected him primly, "that my daughter does not crave a 'love life.'" "Unconsciously. Mrs. Thorne — unconsciously," Mr. Crandon assured her. "Women are always torn between the cravings of the primitive epo and the -restrictions put upon those cravings by the conventions of society." "Oh, dear. Oh, dear." Mrs. Thorne drew a black-bordered handkerchief from her little black silk bag, and pulled the ribbon strings together nervously. "I don't know what I'm going to do." she faltered. "Sybil never was one to listen to her mother, and now/ with hrr poor father gorse — Thank God. Mr. Crandon. that my ; "<ipfl.r-husband--never- lived to see his daughter disgracing u.i all." Mrs. Thorne wiped her eyes, and .her thin little nose. Mr. Crandon waited for a proper interval to elapse, for the consideration o[ the departed Mr. Thorne and his probable reactions to Sybil's impending divorce. Then, clearing his throat, he made a gentle suggestion "If you could only persuade your daughter to be analyzed." he hazarded. "Supo.i>e you try, dear lady." Mrs. Thorne shook her head ' It wouldn't do any Rood," she predicted. "I've hinted at it before this, but Sybil only laughs." > It annoyed Mr. Crandon to hear of people who laughed at his powers. Shrugging his shoulders, he dismissed Sybil with a wave of the hand, and launched into a technical, contemplating of egos in gen- cral. jnd a feckless Woman Injjar- ueuIai-7" It always amazed Mrs. Thorne to hear !um talk so exactly !ike a book. Presently her hour was up. and Mr. Crandon helped j her on with her wrap. ; That night at dinner, against her own bc-:,t judgment, she broaeh- <u the subject to Sybil. "Mr. Crur.don is so. anxious to iiu-et you. dear." she said, and tried to sound very casual about it. "He Uels iure he could be of great help io.\ou in al! your perplexu-.es and - < j r—emotional upsets." _ Mrs. Thorne hesitated delicately. "Mr. Crandon?" Sybil crushed I'.'.'i napkin, and rose indignantly to her fm. "No, mother, that's lather the la^t straw! It's not • nough that i-\eryone In Boston's linking about me — but my own mother- -" Mrs. Thome flushed. "It's part of the courti-. Sybil." she defended l.ei:>elf lamely. "1 tell Mr. Crandon *.'u-r> thing that disturbs me. Naturally I would dibcuw> you with him." "Wei!, or id! the idiocies! Tad. can i >ou make mother ste . a'hat a perfect loyi slis's making of herself?" turned wrathful!}- to her Crandon m on hnri.'-d in th*> pillows, snri f<*'A N-dKpTfftfl rtrflpsrr-fl tn thi* flrrir. lich'iy on *h«> shoulder. • I'm fully sotrv pbnut M'~ Crsrdon. Mnyb* it s*ft~ « miMsfr'' — tftklnsr ynnr mother to him But, honMtlr. f?ib. I think lie'' fiw more than Vtsirm. He rvmy hr p. frnw! ft! that — I don't knnw — but saved Mother Thorne from neurosis. "She wns simply pinlnc Sybil, und right, on thf ver&f of nervous breakdown. when Mr. Crandon begun feeding her and thing's. Rlir- perked up on inhibition*, ahtl took n fancy fo complexes. Now she Absolutely eats up psycho, though of course she hasn't the vaguest notion of what it's ail about. But It's been ewfully (food | for hrr, Rib. And I think you ought i to Rive hrr hrr little fling poor, decrepit old Crandon. As for selling a story to the papers — why, Hybil. hi* -wouldn't dare." Sybil raised a tear- stained face "Oh. I supnose lie wouldn't." she admitted. "It's only that Mother drives me simply cr\*ry." Valerie laughed "Your mother's put up with a lot from you. Sib." sh" said. "And I guess It's your turn now. Things work out that wny sometimes. But. listen, Sybil— here s the thing I really want to talk to you about . . . put on some powder, and sit up . . 1 want to talk about Richard." Valerie pressed her crimson lips j nrmly toRetnt-r, find all the wrtt ' pink faded from her cheeks, leaving them white as the frock shr wore. "That contemptible cad is holding his aflalr with me over your, head." she said. "I know he is. It would be so exactly like him. And I had rather make a clean breast' of the -whole business, than let Richard blackmail you. I'm going' to tell Tad everything. Then -we can tcil Richard to go to the devil." Sybil raised herself on one elbow ( from the rumpled nest of lace and taffeta pillows. "Yes?" she said, and raised her eyebrows. "And what would Tad say?" Valerie's face crimsoned. ^"Oh, he'll "Say plenty," she admitted. "But that's my funeral. Sib." * * * Sybil sat up, and swung her feet over the side of the bed. Then, bending Impulsively, she put her arms about her sister-in-law, and kissed her. It was the first time. Shamefacedly both girls wiped away quick tears, and, because they wanted to cry, laughed instead. "You're a good egg, Val," approved Sybil, and cleared her throat because she was profoundly touched. "But lay off confession. A few more fireworks wouldn't help things a bit. And Tad sure would pop. What he doesn't know won't hurt him. Besides, I don't believe Richard really intends to tell." "Then he has threatened?" Interrupted Valenc quickly. "Oh, he's threatened all right." admitted Sybil. "But what good would it do him? He'll never tell, Val. He'd be afraid to. Tad would simply murder him." Tad's voice at the foot of the stairs broke in upon their talk of him, "Hey, girls, come on down. Craig's down here. Sybil." She powdered her nose hastily. "I haven't seen him." she told Valerie, "since I started suit. But of course he's heard about it. I wonder what he'll say." Downstairs she greeted him gaily. ''You're Just in time, Cr&igie . . . Come see Teddy before he goes to s!e?p." Teddy in his crib begged to be taken up. and begged so irresistibly that Sybil, smothering lum with kisses, took him in her arms, and, sitting in a nursery chair, rode a cock horse to Banberry Crois, and then, prettily disheveled, tossed him over to Craig. "He's such a handful! Rough him up. Craigie. He loves it." Teddy pulled Craig's hair and his necktie, -and—laughed -until big fat tears ran mirthfully down his baby cheeks. And when the excitement tired him. and he fell into fragrant slumber, Craig lifted him back to his little white bed. and tucked htm gently in. "You know. Sib, Dolly Weston says Teddy looks like me." Sybil laughed with heightened color. "Yes, I know. Lots of people do. Funny, isn't it?" "It gives me a great kick." They stood there awkwardly, shoulders touching as they bent above ihe sleeping child. Loath to dismiss a golden opportunity. Embarrassed to embrace it. Waiting each ior a cue. one from the other. * * * "I wish Teddy WAS yours. Crai- "r>o you mean that. Sybil?" Miserably she nodded. "If I eould only be sure of you!" "Oh, Craig!" "But, my dear, you're such a will-o'-the-wisp!" "I know. Craigie. 1 know. But, I DO love you I've missed you fearfully all this year. I—I NBJ££> you. I—I'm awfully unhappy." "Bui if John Lawrenc* were alive you wouldn't need me. You unhappy then. Oh, out his It Does Look Short Tfs LOOK ovfeR ^ ..to that m*«?" Mrs, Tborue pu&&ed her roast teel piWuBth^iy away, and to wy softly. e ioozn, and tile door uf \ . told me you wei't n<$tun$ » di vorce." i "i didn't kiiow you'd b* ittler- ' " w;/y //¥; / ^MQ__V_OVV gRQVA/. SALESMAN SAM PREPfVRC.Ol>V COPS I J 'CM ALL 3HOTCKJNS FOR. \M5PecTIOM <SOei FOR? 8TKI5CKLES AND HIS FEIEKDB LADIES AND ACE NO^M 6A11M6 OM WE ONLY ASSORTMtNiT OF ir5 kiMD IAO AU. 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