The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-09-25
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Neither Mark nor Norma read these comments. They posed for the photographers again the second day because the young man had proved friendly and it seemed a simple favor to grant. And since Norma's blond beauty happened to be the sort which phographs ideally, and young love is a subject universally appealing the pictures appeared in newspapers from coast to coast.
 There was no suite in the fash ionable Blue Springs Inn more ele- gant than the one Mark had en- gagged. Norma, living in a world of luxurious comforts for the first time. soon came to take such mat ters for granted. Mark. who was at home in such surroundings who was constantly introducing her to new luxuries, waved aside questions about money. It was natural for Norma to adopt the same attitude. She left every decision to Mark.
 In response to a telegram to his mother Marks luggage arrived. The coupe went to smart shop and bought sport clothes for Nor ma. They bought an ivory lace dance dress which Mark said made her look like a dainty porcelain figurine on a Dresden lamp. There were pink roses artifully caught in the lace.
 The first night Norma wore this gown she had to refuse dances to three youths Mark had intro duced. She couldn't think of danc- ing with anyone except her hus- band!
 Mark was tactful. It was due to this tactfulness and Norma's blind ness to everyone else about them that she did not feel out of place in her new surroundings. It did not occur to her that she was almost the only feminine guest at the Blue Springs Inn who did not play golf or tennis. She gave no thought to the fact that dozen young wo- men, clad in smart habits and boots and accompanied by escorts, rode regularly on the bridal trails,
 She did dance beautifully and the ball room at the Inn, opening on d hJ-IOoiCu ICIIdCc, was LO re- main in Norma's memory as fairyland.
 Not once did it occur to her that all this which was so new and won- derful was to Mark an old, old story. Mark had visited Blue Springs many times before. Days of idleness. tramping and motoring were no novelty to him. Norma should have thought of these things.
 She sent off a hurried postcard to Chris. There was no time to waste at writing. Mark did not even bother with postcards.
 Four perfect golden days were followed by. dark clouds and a drenching torrent. Norma and Mark breakfasted late in their rooms. They dawdled about, put off dressing until nearly lunch time. When they finally arrived down stairs a log fire was blazing in the lounge. Bridge games were in progress.
 A matron with gray hair whom Norma had chatted with the day before hustled up to the couple as they stood in the doorway.
 "Oh, do join our table you two!" she trilled. "Mr Clark's disap- peared and Madge and I must have a third and fourth.'
 Shall we-?" Mark asked hesi- tating. "I suppose it's contract"
 "But I don't play contract, Mark"
 "Really? My dear child. how uuainti"
 Mark grinned. Afraid you'll have to count us out!" he said. Good thing, I guess. never have luck on a stormy day"
 The woman left them.
 ''You can play, Mark. I-I don't mind. I can amuse myself" said Norma.
 He shook her arm playfully. Nonsense. Did I say I wanted to play bridge? Well, I don't. Some of these days, though, you'll have to have some lessons, Everybody plays contract! Half the women I know eat, drink and breathe it Young ones as bad as the old"
 They wandered through the lobby into a reading room. Norma could see that Mark was restless. She had been so contented that this disturbed her.
 A new magazine-one Mark liked particularly-saved the day. He sighted it on a newsstand, re- turned a moment later with the periodical.
 Look, Norma-look at Bard wells latest!"
 Bardwell's latest was a drawing in highly satirical vein. Having shared this prize Mark sank back into a huge club chair and forgot everything else. The girl found a book she had glanced through the day before and settled down to read also.
 It was past mid-afternoon before the young man reused himself. He discovered the rain had ceased.
 Like to take a run out and see what the day is like?" he demand ed.
 Norma threw aside her book. From some mysterious source slickers were produced. They were yellow, voluminous, exactly alike except that Norma's was a trifle smaller. She pulled her old brown beret over her head.
 Mark laughed at her. You look like a brown-eyed susan!" he de- clared, you know-those big yell low wild flowers with brown cen ters?"
 And you look like a sun flower!" she rallied.
 They went out on the portico and down the steps. The breeze was cool and sharp, invigorating. The trees were dripping from the rain and pools of water stood in low places on the walk. A strong gust of wind sent a shower from the leaves across their path.
 Mark took great, striding steps and Norma danced to keep up with .. !, di..ue ai..ao4lzx