The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-07-23
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1 Van Robard. Just pleasantly, quietly satisfied with things. Chuck Desmond, who had been given the glad eye from the Bat | tery to 125th street, would have been amused at her estimate of him.
 | For his part, Desmond thought, Good kid!" affably measuring Liane's pleasant slimness, the sig nificant width between her soft, dark eyes and her engaging trick of listening with a breathless air | of concentration.
 Of Muriel LAdd he scarcely thought at all, except with a mild irritation, as one may who has been stood up'' by a girl just out of finishing school. He dubbed 1 Muriel "a hot number" and con- sidered the characterization com- plete.
 Hes not bad looking really" Liane summed up her companion. Entirely she overlooked the charms of this devil-may-care young man in the rather noisy suit. | "I'll be seeing you" Chuck Des- mond said, batting her hand as the taxi drew up at the theater. Desmond told the driver to hot | foot 1t for the station. He would | just have time to make the first act of "The Frolic." Well, his evening hadn't been wasted en- tirely.
 Elsie wanted to know, Who's the new boy friend ?'
 Liane said demurely, My moth- CT used to know his mother"
 "Oh, that bologney!" Elsie lost l interest. She went on. Dye know, I'm kind of sorry we're checking | out of here next month. I've got l used to the small of new-mown hay mixed with my carbon mon- oxide and I'll miss 1t. Still, there's nothing like September 1 in Times Square. There's a feeling in the air-oh, I don't know-as If some- thing were just about to happen. Something big"
 "I know" said Liane dreamily. 1T know just what you mean but 1t seldom does happen" | Never can tell" Elsie winked elaborately. Believe it or not, there are plots matching around here that don't meet the eye" | Liane, thinking of her adventure that afternoon, shivered little Elsie, not noticing continued "rhat Muriel girl. for instance. Is she a fast worker? Believe it or not, she has little Boy Blue eating out of her hand Wait till the scan- dal columns get hold of that Which Junior Leaguer is that way I lao I,.nt ct n r.
 "She only met him this after noon," Liane protested.
 "Yes, I know. But what that dame does with 24 hours is no- i body's business" said the cynical Elsie Mrs Blues little boy may be hooked before he knows 1t. He not used to these high powered debutantes. don't mind," she explained, If she'll lay off my | Give. But Muriel's a natural born poacher, and if she thought she could burn me up by going for him, she would"
 Liane had heard a great deal of this in the past so she lent a mild lyinattentive ear. "I wouldn't wor- ry," she said, absently. "Yes, Mrs Gridley, of course I've got your tickets ready"
 Elsie took the hint and drifted along in the direction of her dress ing room.
 "Muriel's supposed to be helping me tonight. What a fake she is a. a. working girl" Liane grumbled resentfully to herself as she smiled her set smile, punched tickets and made change. Poor little rich girl, playing at being useful, that's what she is" MuriePs role of box office assistant had been mostly picturesque fiction. She appeared late and left early. She Never allowed business to inter- fere with pleasure. Liane couldn't help being resentful. The work meant bread and butter to her {. She could not afford to shirk.
 The little coop grew stifling as the evening wore on. Liane sat stiff and watchful smiling her professional smile at the late com CTS, the women all smartly cropped and heavily scented in their frail chiffons. When the doors flew open at the intermission she caught a 1 glimpse of dark, lowering face above a dazzling shirtfront. Van | Robard! He did not even glance toward Liane. The girl with him