Evening star., 1931-12-06
INsTALLNEN1

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1 i meet her. Why had she come
E I down. she thought, Why
hadn't she sent word by the man serv-
ant tirat she would not be down for tea
She dio not belong in this collection of
frivolous ohiffons and laces. Conspicu-
ously she was what she was-hired help
invading the playground.
Tom slid out from under the coquet-
ting fingers Of the pale blond and
asked Csthleen whether she would have
Yea or something with a stick in it
Tea" she said, and smiled gratefully
for the attention.
; The blond turned her head Tawny
ayes surveyed Cathleen suspiciously
Then their owner drif;ed to where she
was sitting.
+. + They've overlooked introducing us. ;
abe said I'm Diana Draper"
And I'm Cathleen Carroll"
! Il haven't seen you at Crestwood be
fore"
( ( Cathleen noticed that she lowered her
voice so that it could be heard only by
the two Of them
{ i've never been at Crestwood be-
fore" Catnleen said
! Miss Draper seemed relieved. but not
entirely satisfied.
: u run up often, so we shall probably
see something of one another" she said.
Cathleen had mind to let Diana
Draper go on fishing Then she caught
q glimpse of Tom Drew's troubled blue
eyes watching them, and her mood
changed.
6 THAT would be ever so nice" she
said. but 1 am here only for the week
end to DO some work for Mr. Drew.
I'm a stenographer with Drew g. Co.
! II Cathleen had said she was the sec
ond maid having her day off, Dianas
reaction could not have been more
pronounced. That young woman IN
stantly drew herself up to far height,
, her delicately penciled brows raised IN
rounded arcs.
I / oh" she murmured then called
: TO Tom Drew that she was perishing OF
thirst. Wouldn't he bring her some
thing cool before she collapsed COM
pletely? When Tom brought her the
drink, she kept him at her side and
ooaxed him down one of the gravel
paths toward the river.
! Cathleen presently excused herself
and escaped TO her room. She decided
+ she was not going down TO dinner. She
would ask to have 1t served in her
room-she could plead a headache. She
was an intruder These people did not
want her. Diana Draper had resented
+ her; had taken no pains to conceal the
resentment.
! Bertha. the sewing machine girl"
+! Cathleen thought of Julia's retort to
/ wallace Emmons edged witticism at
Journeys End If only Julia were here
now! They could be an aristocracy of
I their own. she and Julia. The aristoc-
rscy of workers. Such an ar1stocracy
existed. But only the worke1 them
selves recognized it.
, I'm poor kind Of torchoearer,"
. Cathleen accused herself. "Howling for
independence and then backing down
Just because woman with sleek hair
and tawny eyes heckles me" ..-.....
( She walked TO the window and looked
out at the river smooth now and shin
ing. Underneath the lambent surface
was strong current flowing on to the
sea.
, I "I will go down to dinner she de-
cided. I'm be as smooth and shining
as can. And I'll flow on to the sea-
Z + She dressed with something of the
spirit of the soldier preparing for bat
. tie. Joy Caldwell had been right. The
yellow chiffon was becoming to her
! She had finished dressing and was
/, f1ufing her chestnut hair into reck
less riot about her face when the man
! servant came with a nosegay of flowers.
T, Brown pansies with golden hearts, done
into a compact bunch and edged with
feathery gold A nosegay such as
gallant of old might have sent to the
. lady of his fancy. .-.@ 7a.-t
| a"Mr. Tom presents his compliments
and wants to know If you will meet him
in the study" The man bowed.
Tell Mr.. Tom I shall be right
down"
Cathleen buried her nose in the velvet
flowers. Brown pansies How unusual
She did not notice they were the color
Of her eyes
She fastened the pansies on her
shoulder where, by turning her head
ever so little. she could snuggle her
cheek against them. and went down to
the study.
"I was afraid you felt strange this
afternoon" Tom said. $50 I've told
father I'm taking YOU in to dinner"
, That Is thoughtful of you" The
stars were again in Cathleen's eyes.
''And the panSies! They're lovely"
, They suit you
A. The touch Of her fingers on the floW-
.ers was caress
I II wanted to tell you also" Tom
went on. that Steve Blake and Dov
sMerrtwether will be at dinner this eve
ming. They were with me the night l
deserted YOU at the pier, Steve drove
you home"
/. Cathleen drew back. oh" she
grssped. Then I must not go in"
/ What would these men. Toms friends.
.think of her? Here at Crestwood-a
girl who had been in q gang fght!