The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-08-18
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OAS SDAnFtEAI, DcgS her to have nothing to do with Robard. MU. RIEL LADD, debutante, plays around with many men and pro. fesses to care for CHUCK DES- MOND. Q reporter, but eventually becomes engaged to Robard. Hurt and wishing to please her mother, Mane promises to marry CLINE CLEESPAUGH, who will inherit millions on his wedding day. Cass falls III and in her delirium bab- bles of some mystery concerning the girls birth.
 TRESSA LORD, who with her sister, FANNY AMBERTON, is visiting old MRS CLEESPAUGH, disiikes Ldane and plots to come between her and Give. She con. hives with some blackmailers but is warned off by SHANE McDER- MID, police officer and friend of Idane. At Q ball for the FRINGE of SLAVARIA, Liane is Kidnapped by . gang seeking ransom. Mo Dermid, Give and Desmond all pursue the kidnapers. Liane is rescued without serious harm.
 Oass is alarmed and urges a speedy marriage. IAane is driv- ing into New York for a fitting of her wedding gown when the car breaks down and Robard comes along.
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 CHAPTER xxxI
 Sitting on that stone wall along the quiet Long Island road Li- ane stared at the man before her, scarcely crediting her own eyes. It seemed fate that she should en- counter Van Robard at every turn.
 Inwardly fluttered but outward calm she returned his salutation. "Kelly's struggling with a flat and I'm late for a dressmaker's ap- pointment," she told him. Her heart thudded in her breast. She struggled for composure.
 Now Van Robard said cavalierly, "I'm going to town. Cant I give you a lift?"
 She wanted desperately to say no but common sense forbade. Minutes flew and still the red faced chauffeur tore at the stub- born rim.
 I'm awfully afraid I'll have to accept" she said. And could have bitten her lips for the stupid words.
 Robard laughed shortly. Sorry you feel that way about it," he told her. I'm no ogre. I don't eat little girls"
 Liane was already on her feet, all contrition. I'm just stupid. You mustn't mind me-" she stammered, tongue -tiod O . q luya yo iu thiu n, a T, ,c presence.
 Kelly came toward them wiping his brow. "Itll be a matter of 10 maybe IS minutes more, Miss" he said touching his cap to Ro- bard, whom he knew.
 I've asked Miss Barrett to let me take her in 'Robard said geni- ally. T happen to be driving to town"
 I'm afraid I must" Liane told the chauffeur. "I'm late as it is. Will you follow us and pick me up at the dressmaker's?"
 Van helped her into his car. She was suddenly conscious of her looks, of her sleekness and slim ness in the smoke-colored frock and coats
 Cajolingly he said as they wove their way in and out of the in- creasing traffic. Wont you lunch with me? I haven't had 8 chnace to talk to you for ages"
 The color flooded her face. "I'm afraid not. I have a sort of en- gagement. I was going to tele- phone to mother"
 He stilled her objectoins.
 Nonsense. You're lunching with me-"
 They were driving through town now. Street cars, policemen, pedestrians, all became a blur to Liane. She was only aware that for a short time she and Van Ro- bard were together.
 "I'll drop you at 57th street and come back in an hour," he an nounced.
 Liane did not answer. The red light flashed on and Van brought the engine to a standstill. He had a. moment in which to turn to her, to cover her hand with his free one, You and I have so much to say to each other, sweet" he told her. And well do you know it!"
 The spell was on her once more. She could not stay no to this man.
 The entrance to Christine, Ltd, is a symphony in mauve. Cur tains shading from plum to lilac shut out the din of 57th street. The carpet that ones feet sink into its pile, The ceiling is pale lavender, studded with silver stars. There is about the place a faint, elusive scent of spring flowers. No hint is given of the crude, noisy workroom upstairs where Frenchwomen in sleazy black frocks dart frantical- ly over their arms, where errand girls work in slovenly fashion for eight dolalrs a week.
 No, Christine's main salon is all suavity and richness. Liane felt 1t that late November day when she arrived to have her wedding dress fitted. A year ago she would have been timid in this place. Now she felt quite at home. As the fiancee of Give Cleespaugh of Willow Stream and Park avenue she was accepted, fawned over.
 A woman in a perfectly fitting black dress came toward her and murmured, "Ah, Miss Barrett. I'll take you to Miss Lilly"
 Liane followed her into lilac draped cubicle. With infinite care she was helped off with her smart smoke colored coat. Miss Lilly, tall-red haired girl with a match less Irish complexion. appeared.
 "Just one minute, Miss Barrett. Ma'mselle Denise is putting in the last stitch"
 Liane scarcely heard what they said as she slipped out of her ex- pensive frock and stood there in the wisps of delicate French lin- serie Mrs Cleespaugh had insisted on buying for her. As in dream she watched the voluble French woman enter carrying the pile of creamy velvet ovre her arm. She stood on a small dias and permit ted them to drape her with the gown. Her mind was a whirligig "a aAnkuaAd fhouohfs Why had