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October 15, 1928

Sterling Standard from Sterling, Illinois · Page 10

Sterling, Illinois
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it 5s, -, 4 f r T * <-' T 4f«, -—' ..t,' ^is^j; , OUR If Ah* HUTTY BURNS. Kiftr ar» Rhtiwt !» h* w*ar- -hut nnw tbw 1* RrfcH! Iwtnlly Kitty !« T^ry Tinenf, SUM! s.n^ swjfl — »* Sybil wms 18 yt>*rs »4t«. Anrt Ryhfl ii » charming w»- phi*Ueat*. A HHI* hiwrC mart**, »parfi!)R£ and polish*?!, mnd Tn-ry rhsrmfns. She g«fs in John's m**.rtm«fst $*- lepSI* thp plea* of her swHi friend, MABEL MOORE, who Wfcfti* tser th»l any resumption of a l*»r«>»r- fi!d romance I* apt to b* » f«4!wn«. W»bf! remind* her, t<M>, that Ji»hn has » flatter* now — and beg* her also to think of TEDDY. T**Sy H SybU'* small *«n, »n4 the ndor»d of hfT Htr. The? sit in front ef th« fir* in John's attractive mile, *n« t»Ik nf dunitrrooji thlnf*. John tMls Sybil that she l« rstretmly j»rovt»- .John sot up. »nd front of h?r. with his htnds in th. poekPls of htx troriif-rn snrt his rw thrown h!»rk. And *?i<» fireligh «1*n<!*<1 on hts hlnnrt h*lr p* thf sur my "Trfmrndonsir . demirabk, df*r," hr w»js, "I'm about you." "I nctrr woald harts dreamed It!" retort* Sybil. And then John fare* her, "Sybil." he Rays, "I hat* «-v*aions. What do you want me to do?" NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. CHAPTER XLVI. A boy, knocking discreetly, saved Sybil from answering- He laid a table in front of the fire, white with snowy napery arid gleaming with silver. Then the waiter came with a chafing dish and coffee pot. and all the pelasant little hors d'oeuvres on ft stiver platter. Sybil busied herself with the -.cups, and when they were alone again put hers down and crossed the room to thr big Governor Winthrop desk that stood between the windows. "Is that your fiancee's picture, John?" The laughing eyes of the girl in the photograph challenged her gaily. Her lips were parted, and her teeth showed white and small and even. Sybil thought she looked like a pretty movie actress, or an advertisement for toothpaste. "She's awfully attractive." she said. "The future Mrs. Lawrence, I suppose?" John took the picture and put it }n her hands. J "Ye.-!. . . . She's such a good child, Sybil." --They studied the photograph silently for a moment, their heads touching as they bent above the silver frame. "She thinks." he remarked, "that it'll be Mrs. Cnldwell—Mrs. Roger Caldwell. She's had cards engraved—announcements, you know. . . . Funny, isn't it?" ' You haven't told her yet?" He shook his head. "No How could 1? I was with you all afternoon." "She'll be dreadfully surprised," murmured Sybil. "Shall you tell her about me, John?'' "Oh, Lord, Sybil! I don't know, . . . Yes. I suppose so. Here, sit down, «on't you? Your cofTet'll b« ro!d. Did you put the sugar in?" Shf took the cup from him, and dabbled at it with her spoon. "Get me a pillow for my back, wMl' you. John? That little puffy one on the divan, please. . . . And I don't believe I want any coffee after all." He reached for the cup, and bent to i!ip the pillow beneath her Mioulderv From her sleek small head there rose the breath of verbenas. "Sybil." he told her sternly. "I've a good mind to give you a shampoo." "Why?"' t,\\e asked him mna- cently. "That confounded verbena." he muttered. "As long, as I live I'll associate it with all the sweetness and -at J the horror of my whole-life. It's the scent of love's young dream in ftsy- nostril*,- And it's-the smell of the girl at Maxim's w.ho darn near drove rne crazy." "It doesn't make you think of Detwiw ~- and the apple orchard?" hhe asked him softly. "It doesn't bring back that night on the beach? That night at Wlanno when you took me in your arms and kissed me—tiic first time you'd ever kissed me? "Renumber, John?—Oh, my dear, you held me as though you could never let me goi And you buried your face in my hair—arid I shook it all down around my shoulders, and you &ifted it throii.".l» yoi'r lingers . . . and ki&srd u." He put his hands on her i dcrs. and gripped them so uuhily that hit Impt-re hurt her soft flesh. "Thete's no UM> — talking Hk* that," h<? said. "You're not playing fair, Sybil."' He tipped her head Uitk. and kibi-ed her Ughily on the mouth. "The reddest, cruetect lips in town." he &siti. "Jobnl" fclie proleaUd. "I think you're horrtiJ!" "I ihUik you'te btauutuJ !"' tie retorted "Now eat your chicken like n (food guri — and stop your so darn good," she tx*ai- "You make uw, «*ck! . . . pat .donXiais igr m& mar .-:" ttal «itlb', I await" H* pui aiwtter Jag o*s the fire tut iier tiUi&uudJy u aha to i'Uiifi-'lc to Ue,ii uvef im *so . , . ».nrt Sybil rimpiofj h»r hand tn her lep to kp?p thfm quiet. "Kittr," he told her quictlr. "\> my Rftlvatlon. I haven't muny illir ,<ion* !fft about lovp, Sybil- ", , , Loving «, girl like Kittr "isn't at al. like loving R woman like you, . . Kitty 1* A, good girl. 1 think I rather worship her. T want, trc mendomly to Hintec her happy. want to shelter hpr from everything that is ugly and might hurt, her. "She's ft steadying little girl — sort of compass to help ms hold mv course. Thfrt's more loyalty ant 1 confidence in Kitty Burns' little finger than I ever saw in any 10 women in si! my life!" "And so," Interrupted 8ybi! smiling at the conceit, "you'd rather have a compass than » guiding star?" "I'd rather have Kitty." he told her solemnly, "that n.n.v woman on earth. . . . Love Is a strange thing, Sybil. I've loved a lot of women. Before this T always wanted something for myself. How I on!y want to Rive." Sybil nodded "I think," she said, "that you love her very much." Then they sat In silence, until the Jlre had died down, so that they found themselves In a flickering dark. . . . And then John spoke fro mthe shadows. "Have you had lovers, Sybil? . . . Ah, Sweet, forgive me. dear. . . . You're so maddeningly wise, you lovely thing." He came and stood before her. and taking her wrists in his hands, drew her to her feet. "The man is an idiot." he said tensely, "who lets his mind rule his heart When the gods send love, only fools refrain. . . . Sybil. I'm crazy about you. Ah, Sybil—your lips, dear!" Coldly she drew from his aching arms. "Don't!" she said. But he drew her closer. And In the eternity before he crushed her mouth with his, a flame leaped like a living thing from the whitening embers. And in Its light Sybil saw his face, and his eyes. And It seemed to her that he looked as if he had glimpsed some mad and incredible loveliness. Their lip« met. And. suddenly — jangling across raw nerves — the telephone rang. Like a cue (Offstage breaking in upon a moment fraught with exquisite peril. John swore and reached for the Instrument. Sybil put her hands to her hair, I smothing U guiltily. ' "Goodness," she cried, "it must be awfully late. I shouldn't have stayed so long. I didn't know—" "It's for you," announced John. "Mrs. Moore. I think" He handed her the phone, and lighted a cigaret. "Oh, Sib!" Mabel's voice over the wire. "The baby's sic!" Sybil's body stiffened, and her knees grew weak. "I'll be right home," she said quietly, and dropped the receiver mechanically on its hook. Then she turned to John. "My little boy Is sick," she told him softly, "and I don't want ever to see you again." "But Sybil!" he cried, and put out his arm to detain her. "Oh. John, I'd go crazy if anything ever happened to Teddy — I love him so!" Her voice broke hysterically. "You don't know how I love him!" She was dragging on her coat. John tried to hold it. "Wait a minute," he remonstrated. "You needn't run off like this. I'll drive you home." "No, I don't want you to." sTuT'was "gettingr-»«F ~ things -together— gloves and little lacy handkerchief ; and hex.jade..vaji!ly, She pushed him from her. "PJeaee stay where you are. Don't you see ... I DONT WANT YOU I don't want you. I'm going home to Teddy. I never want to se« you again." She dabbed at her eyes with the back of her wrist, childishly. "Ooodby," she said, "goodby." The houjt- was lighted from top to bottom. Mabel's car in front, and Valerie s and another with a doctor's crow Mrs. Thorne was in the hall, red- eyed and trembling, fidgeting with things on the table. When she saw Sybil, her face contracted so that it looked like an ugly mask, and she gave n little moan like an *uu-, msl suffering. The place smelled | gf doctors. ; Sybil experienced a strange feeling of phy&ical detachment, as if something had suddenly left her body. 8he took oDt her coat, and moved toward the biairs. She knew that die wab curiously quiet—and ' woudered why she did not scream and cry. Shs heard he*- mother whisper. "Sli* doesn't know." j And still »h« stood there, at the i foot of the stairs, • T*d was on the ujiitjurs landiag with a white-haired man. They . £6Bie io»ard her. and the. white=,' haired man look her hands, and' murmured Thsu Mabel c*we dovsi-1 thff hitll. and fte* to her. and put •• ou M :t - v i ~ 00 VOL.) * r, ^ su-UAiBss l tji vfcij BUVftid '"I TLBAS •? OF * — *-^*-fitey occupy APMrTMI5Ahi& OF "tftem t — • .TLFA IS A SALESMAN SAM SUMfe OT 'ROOMS ~tcj BUIU? A PAM! HOt-0 P. F(jOcKO'QX.Le6t.WevJ<XMT I eM ALL HOW'S THlMOrS VOU 1 ? Rah! Rah! Rah! FRECKLES AND HIS FRIEWDhi 'fa WEWANT5AM! "•^••^.A^v'Vi/iflr.' * o :*Y'<3£V& 1<4* ^W *-^**^~^ -»»»M-».^^«»»^, [taamr am mama, nc. :«Bau.g.n>r.orr. A Surprise BOOTS AND HEE BUDDIES Not For Cora A WiWWCt COT \to TWE COOtittWT ,M*O BOOTS. AMD A COT ABOUT IT. 9 COCA- MOM'N POP As Things Stack Up By Cowan S»uHoits OH TUtS HAV£ TD PASTE . CDUftt PlASTO 0*4 UiS HkE A U8O4D GQ!P O

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