The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-12-31

tween tho two. Sho had passed by the parlor: it was Rrlmiy impossl- : bio with It's what-nots and horsc- hair and family portraits, pnintod by Grand's friend who had decor- ated the ceilings in the house. Tho library, with It's chorry fur- nltt1ie, was tho best-looking room; |; but it smellcd always of old ap. plos---Grnnd dropped tho cores be- hind the books on tho shelves and forgot them, and they docayed-- and tho floor was often scattered with his nutshella and ginger.Bnnp D crumbs. Tho music room, north room whose ivy.vlned windows
 looked out on dark, ioso.stand. !. ing trees, would be musty and damp; but. since it was rarely used, it might be orderly, and wood might be set for n fro in tho grato. If she lighted only tho roso.shad- cd piuno lamp tho ceiling. sprawied with It's indocontly oVer.dreBsod nngcl playing a hnrp, would not show.
 She turned 10 tho music room and opened tho door to henvy tnllltu uIlu btllV NhNVTIlOuB darkncss. It would seem silly to go stumbling in there hunting for tho plano lamp. Sho pressed tho wall switch, and she laughed again, triflo shrilly, with tho falntest touch of hysteria. Sho could not say, "Grand and Rosnlio won't al- low us to chango anything" bee cause that would be an apology t.I haIT iln al. We are poverty-Btrickon, you sec fresh alr, or warmth" Things of that sort weren't said.
 No, there was nothing to do but laugh Ut the angel. who certainly wore plush underwear under those swaddling draperies, and laugh again at the worn-out rag of car pet spotted with roses and the wreck of grand piano powdered with dust, and at the knickkancks, grimy and clipped, crowded in tho bracketed mantel over the pink-tiled fireplace wherein, small and scrappy as m old blrd-s nest. were some crumples of paper and some slivers of wood. A pair of scissors lay invitingly open on the discolored brocade seat of the d. van; scraps of sewing were filtered about everywhere.
 Mary Frances said, "Ilurrah for the one who finds Rosalie's scis- sors! She's been hunting them for perfect ages" and went to pick them up, sweeping down, on her way across the room, to snatch here and there at the scraps on the floor.
 Cecily glanced at Barry. She said. "Pll light the fire" and stopped laughing. and went to the mantel and took match from the broken horn of a china Little Boy Blue.
 Barry. behind her. offered. Let me"
 "I have it," she answered, and ierked the damp match across the sole of her shoe. It was ridiculous for her fingers to tremble. The match snapped in them. and she threw it spitefully away and reached for another.
 Barry's cigaret lighter clicked. The paper beneath the splinters of wood flared sulkily in Its smoke. "It is rather chilly this evening" he said.
 Outside. in spite of the rain. the air was balmy. They had spoken of 1t not 20 minutes ago. before he had become conventional sirang- CT who looked at her qnlzzicaliy. who pltied her. who knew that even the matches in her house were damp and useless, who tried to make for her the apologies she would not mnlse for herself.
 'Rlt here, if you will" she said. turning one Of the tarnished pink broacadcd chairs toward the slckly fire. Mary Frances wifi entertain you while 1 go and find Ann"
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