The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-08-19

calm prospect made her shudder.
 "I may live for 40 or 50 years"
 she thought. "I may never really
 know love. I shall have missed the
 only thing that matters" But what could she do? Van was
 bound and even if he had not been | obviously his protestations meant
 nothing. No, he was not to be de-
 pended on. It was her i'll fortune that that dark. sombre charm of his had captured her fancy. Liane sighed.
 Her telephone rang and she an-
 swered 1t. oh, the wild hope that 1 sprang in her heart at the sound
 of that bell! What if, answering. she might hear that deep, beloved
 voice!
 But it was Cass who called.
 Darling, I waited in because I thought you'd give me a ring Liane was all contrition. "I'm
 so sorry. I tried to get you and
 the line was busy" she hated to
 fib but she could not let her
 mother know the truth. 1 "Ah, that's too bad. How do
 things go?"
 "Splendidly. Are you coming out
 Sunday? I've 8 lot to tell you" "I'll try. I'm rushed to death
 with rehearsals and everything. My parts 8 walkaway." Lovely. Please come Sunday.
 Or let me come in to you"
 "Oh, I'll be out. Don't worry. Good night, dear"
 Ac Tinpa placod fhn folanhnno tback on it's cradle soft knock
 sounded on the door. Morals head appeared.
 "Is Miss Tressa downstairs still 2"
 The servants all liked Liane. "SheS
 that human," they said. They | feared and avoided Tressa.
 "I think she is,' Liane told the
 maid. 'Is there something
 can do?"
 "I thought I'd just slip in her room and get me a box of thumb tacks. They belong to the buffers pantry and I have to put ney oil- cloth on the shelves tomorrow. I'll
 be needing It."
 "Oh, I'm quite sure that will be all right" Liane told her faintly. The batter was all clear before
 her now. Tressa had arranged the blowing of the tire. She had doubt
 less telephoned Van. That ex- plained much.
 "She knows." thought Liane,
 curiously afraid. "She knows I am
 in love with him"
 Innocent as the encounter had
 been, Liane's sense of guilt re-
 mained. She almost hated Tressa
 for what she believed to be her part in the affair. When Give
 came home she 1onged for courage to tell him about 1t. Once when they were out driving she tried to
 form the words but was seized
 with such fit of shivering that
 he turned to her with real solici- tude. "I don't believe that wrap of
 yours Is warm enough" silly. Pm like toast" She gave
 him her small gloved hand to prove 1t. "You ought to have sables," Give told her gravely, though his eyes were dancing. "If you weren't
 such a prim young woman you might have them this moment" The girls gaze reproved him. "I
 cant take any more from you. I've already accepted too much" Gives smile faded. "Never mind
 After next week you will have half
 of everything I own." Y. "She shook her head. "I can't believe 1t. It still seems unreal" It's not, though. It's the real
 est thing in the world" He drove for few minutes in .tr to ath hinU | n to say to you,' he said soberly. II
 don't want you to worry about It.. It's of no consequence, but think you ought to know" - Her heart missed beat. What is it?"
 He was feeling in the pocket of his coat under the thick folds of fur. "I received an anonymous letter this morning." he said, lock- ing straight ahead. God knows who wrote the filthy thing. I don't and I don't want to know. It's the sort of thing insane people do." Liane discovered her hands were gripped together desperately. "What does it say?" she man. aged to ask.
 For reply he laid the letter on her lap. She touched 1t as if 1t were a live thing, unclean. The words were typewriter. Your girl is in love with somebody else. Ask her how far it's gone. Don't take secondhand goods" She felt the blood pounding in her temples. she thought her face must be scarlet.
 "Oh!" she choked.
 Quietly he said. You don't need to tell me. No one needs to tell me you're the best--the finest" His voice broke utterly. Llane said very softly. About the first---you ought to know. There is someone deeply care
 about. Oh. it's scarcely more than