Sterling Standard from Sterling, Illinois on October 11, 1928 · Page 14
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j- . -v ,,"•', 5 * \ I, , ,' •TslrVlf'' n,,,»,V™ri OUT OUR WAT If ' Marrying *nd h**it>.« s, chiU?.' h* **!<!, ' rhanff? woman. 1 think I »m f«r m«r* *! John hack frwm ttw When hf rwrK-lwl** hN »f tatties of th» brmvpitt of the Sybil In his arm*. "De TOM la*T me, 5?TW!? her. iS. nwmndim?, Srbl! hn« h»d »n- Jover —• CRAIG NF.WHAIX. Her hf*rt I* fwanrtlnj wildly » she -. tries t*. answer, NOW GO ON WITH THE 5TOBY CHAPTER XLIII. Svbsl drew away, hut he held hfr in thr circle of his arms. 'Oh, John!" Prayerfully she be.'ought him "Not now—don't ask me now, John. It's been such long, long Urn* 1 . So much has happened. How can I tell?" His- arm about her tightened. and he ki*ed her hair as he had done so many times before. "You've bobbed It, dearest!' 1 he accused her. He held her away again, and, looking up, she *aw that his forehead was wrinkled as though he were puzzled. "It's that odor," he sRld surprix,- Ingly. " 'Odor.'" she repented stupidly. "What odor?" "The stuff you use on your hair," he told her, and pulled his eyebrows together perplexedly. "What is it?" "Verbena." she said. "You used to like u." John closed his eyes tightly so that they made a crinkly furrow. And furtive memory drew her skirts taniahEingly across his senses. "It was a girl in Paris," he said at last. "She used that same stuff. Girl at Maxim's. Something about her reminded me of somebody. But I didn't know what It was—or who tt was. She drove me almost crazy. I used to sit and watch her—and listen to her. One night —the was a cocotte you see, Sybil—and _this_nlght_she asked me to buy~Tier a drink. .1 stood theire, staring like a fool — and all of a sudden I got giddy. I didn't know what it was. . . God. Sybil—don't you see—thai girl had on verbena too!' John passed his hand over his forehead. "I can smrll her now. Verbena. . . . That's what It was." "Poor darling." Sybil took his thin cheeks between her palms, and drawing his head down, put her lips to his hair. "She reminded you of me. 1 suppose, only you couldn't know." "An odor." he said brokenly. "Like a breath from the past." "And u didn't bring back anything?" she asked. "You used to kits my hair, John — remember? Remember that big psyche I wore? When I had it cut, I put it all away, and kept it in memory of you and your kisses on it. I remember I had some perfume in a little green atomizer with pink io;,ei on u—Tad gave it to me one Christmas And I always squirted u on my hear when I was going to meet you because you told me once I had the iweetest hair in the world. That thrilled me awfully. . . . Tell me about that girl. John You didn't associate her magnetism auli any ..particular. _ thing _absniL her?" "I knew there was something," he repeated, "but I couldn't quite lay hold of U. 1 sort of thought it was her hands. She kind of fluttered them. You know the way- tome girls do when they talk. "1 used to wonder if those whit* lutndb ot hers held the secret of all of having been crn^cious of any scent about her. But now it alt ronic-i back. I can close my eyei. and face her sitting there "She always wore black French women do mostly, you !:now. Her hair was sort of goldy—bleached, I suppoit And it u.>ed to kind of .slip out Irom under her hat. She'd m there, toying with a glass, and i-miling quietly. . . . Somethimes 1 thought it was her ' smile that would bring things btck." "Didn't you ever talk with her?" demanded "Sybil. ~ John raised hit tUouiati> "Ye*" he t>»\ti heavily "I ulked wuh her—alter a whsif. !• didn't tio any good, ol four.* "Oh. well." b.'.bsl iSid her arm through ius "Let's talk about aoxne- tinittf cbt. Come—iii do*n. We'll talk about me. Ha\e 1 changed. Joiui? Much I nt-eaii OS tourae I've gro*n older : ' V » « They bat on Uie tiivau in tiouc oJ the fu«, but tit did not touch her. <U me," & tfeli JSi£.^ &il£ "Talk U» me tenderly," "I . You IS, John." He h*d put. hfr on th» defensive. sn«1 *h^ found hfr*f]f growint angrry with htm in the first rm-sr of tiselr ^slasy. "Oh, roii'rp >>fftu'!ful," l^ m/M\ "It's not that " And then hp fell silent. Sh» hekl his hRnd in her lap. lifting hvs ilneff* on» by one. *nd letting them dro?) back Again. "Trt«?n." she -whisppred. "»11 the things you iov«3 me for «re iron»? And all the Jovfly rtrrsms »re d« Nothing could pvpr be the same "Nothing is ever the same he told hfr, nnd tximed to meet her ryw. "TouTe octn disillusioned, Sybil." He looked at her &o intently that she felt, embarrassed, as if being disillusioned was like being pockmarked. "I suppose I have." she agreed, and sighed deeply, so that he might be impressed with the bitterness and the tragedy of her life. "You couldn't expect a woman of 38 Uj be as idealistic as a girl of 18. Women don't keep many, illusions. Not outside of nunneries. And life's been cruel to me since you went away, John." * • It was humiliating — this feeling that she must defend herself. "You used to be a knight sans peur et sans reproche." she reminded him. "You've probably changed a good deal yourself." "Oh. yes," he agreed. "Men do, you know. I've been a bit of an egg." Hhe smiled ruefully. "But it's different, somehow, with a woman." "Why, I think you're horrid! Anybodyd think—" She drew back from his shoulder, and settled her short skirts primly. "John! We're not going to quarrel today!" "I should say not not!" He gathered her in .his arms again, and kissed her fiercely—not at all as he had kissed her 10 years before. And when she had freed herself, she was breathless and more than half indignant. "You HAVE changed!" she gasped. . The blood in her veins pumped excitedly. She stood with one hand oh-the small-table at the end of the divan. With the fingertips of her other hand she touched his shoulder, holding him at arm's length. "Oh. John!" she cried, and her voice was small and breathless. •My dear—my dear!" The door swung open noiselessly, and Mabel advanced upon them, with a tray in her outstretched hands. •I couldn't knock." she apologized. "I didn't have a hand left, It's awfully convenient, having a door that doesn't catch. You simply kick it when you've got your hands full." John took the tray and placed It on a little red table that rubbed lacquered Sides fraternally with ft painted fireplace screen. There was fragrant coffee in a silver pot and waiters, freighted with toasted marshmallows ooeing temptingly. On the center of the tray was ft green bowl with purple anemones in It. And the little cigaret trays were orange. "Doesn't it look nice and cozy?" demanded Mabel. And when they had murmured politely, she confessed good natur- edJy. "I simply couldn't stay away any longer. So I ran down and got a jar of cream, and a package of marslimaltowir-~ I thought "raaybe if I fed you. you'd let me come in." She looked from one to the other expectantly. "Please tell me about it," she en- Sybil's startled glance darted toward the kitchen. "Where s Teddy?" she cried "Oh, h£'_&_ aji._rtght_'' Mabel KS- sured her comfortably. "The little girl downstairs took lam out." She poured heavy yellow cream into huge cups sprigged Wltii morning glories and nasturtiums "There's nothing," she remarked serenely, "like a good strong cup of coffee." and she smiled contentedly as the rich brown fluid from her silver pot blended with the yellow cream. Sybil reached lor the nearest cup. "Oh, Mab" she begged, "don't j make John tell it all again. It's lawfully hard—talking about U, He i simply loit his memory, and Mrs ! Foster—you know — the congresswoman—she found him in Waller Reed Hospital, and became interested in him. John says she's perfectly wonderful. And when he got strong enough th* found him a pa- j ution here in Boston. 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