The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-09-30

utes. Of course he was worried because the telegram had not come. It was this that made her anxious.
 The orchestra was playing a new Cuban fox trot. Strains of rhythmic, seductive harmony floated out into the lobby. A group of women in pastel frocks and men in dinner clothes was entering the dining room. Norma looked up at a huge wall clock and saw the minute hand on the dial shift from seven to eight minutes until seven o'clock now.
 She turned her back on the din- ing room and stepped through the wide doors leading to the street The crowd Halloran had spoken of had disappeared. Norma wore no evening wrap and a chill breeze whipped the chiffon back from her shoulder.
 There was no one on the broad porch which ran the width of the Inn. Norma walked to the end overlooking down and saw a dark figure pacing along the path.
 Mark" she called. "Oh, Mark!"
 The figure stopped. It was too dark for her to see his features but of course it was Mark She would have known that walk any where. He hesitated, then came toward her.
 Norma ran down the steps and met him at the corner. I've been wondering what had become of you-i" she began. Then she met his eyes and the words broke off. Even before he spoke the girl knew what had happened. "The telegram!" she exclaimed. "It's it's comei"
 A crumpled bit of paper showed in Marks clenched hand. So angry bis face looked that he seemed scarcely to comprehend her words.
 'The old slsinflint!" Mark was muttering. "The damned, miserly old cockroach! I'll get even for this-I'll show him if it's the last thing I do! He'll be sorry for this!"
 "Tell me what's happened, Mark"
 For the first time the young man seemed aware of what she was say ing.
 "You shouldn't be out here, Norma" he told her. "It's cold. Look-you're shivering. You shouldn't have come out here with out a wrap-"st
 But I didn't know where you were. What is it. Mark? Is the telegram-I mean didn't the money come?"
 Swiftly. in half a dozen quick motions, Mark had torn the sheet of paper into bits. He flung them to the breeze. There were hard. ugly lines about his lips as he said, 50 much for F. M. Travers and his lousy millions! wish knew how he got hold of that telegram sent to mother-!"
 His expression told the story. An arbitrary refusal of a loan from his father. Probably insulting references to the last meeting be- tween Travers and his son. Blatant "I told you so's." No wonder Marks continuance was stormy.
 Norma sought his arm. Fear fully, sympathetically she raised her eyes to his.
 Tt doesn't matter" the girl said softly. "We'll find some other way, darling. We-we've each other-!"
 He was not listening. A sharp wind caught the fragile drapery of her bodice barring her arm.
 Here" Mark said roughly. you can't stay outside any longer. You've got to get indoors!"
 He haif-led, half-pulled her up the steps and through the entrance of the Inh. A mirror showed how tangled and disarranged her hair had become. The girl caught the reflection and drew back.
 T can't so into the dining room," she told him. Hooking like this! I'll have to go upstairs and fix my hair. Will you walt here It won't take five minutes"
 Instead Mark said he would come with her. They crossed the lobby. and ascended to their rooms. Once there Mark slumped to a chair and sat staring at the floor. Norma glanced at him, decided against inc terrupting his mood and went to the mirror to repair her coiffure.
 A few moments later she told him, I'm ready now!"
 You'd better go down and eat don't want anything"
 "Oh, Mark-you can't go without eating. You'il be i'll Come on. We can talk things over In the dining room. We'll find some other way to get the moneyl"
 Her words set him off on . new tirado. Ho was like c small boys