The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-07-25
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LANE BARRETT, IS. and beau. tifuI, lives in a crampcd New York apartment with her mother, CASS BARREIT, a rather faded actress On q hot night Iianc goes to din ncr with Molly CrOnin, neigh. bOr, and two of MOlly's men friends. There is a shooting and the girl is held as witness. She sends n note to her mother WlG arrives and pcrsuadcs SHANE Me. DERMID, the young policeman In charge, that Itanc Is innocent of wrOngdOing. That night at the thcatcr where Cass is playing Liane encounters a handsome stranger who speaks her name. A few days later Cass and LianC go to Willow Stream, l.. l., where Cass has an engagement in small summer thcatcr sponsored by wealthy MRS CLEESPAUGH, q widow with one son, CLIVE. Iii. anc works in the box office. sllar- Ing duties with MURIEL LADD pretty society girl. At Muricl's home Lianc again meets the hand. some stranger who spoke to her in the thcatcr. He Is VAN ROBARD but when Lianc mentions him hcI mother makes Lianc promise tt have nothing more to do with : him.
 Mrs Clccspaugh asks Cass tC | | let Lianc stay with her during the winter. Muricl Ladd goes dancing one night with CHUCK DESMOND, debonair newspaper man, and her mother dispatches Van Robard in search of them, be. licving they have clopcd. II, takes Lane with him. Elsie tell! her later than Van is said to bs Mrs Lads lover and the girl i crushed. Lianc dimes with Dcs mOnd and finds him interesting Iianc thinks Van does not car, for her but during a hOId-up a tho theatcr one night he show. great concern for her. It is de. cidcd that Lianc will spend tho winter with Mrs Clccspau2h. Cass packs to return to the city nt the end of the season and Lihne helping her, comes across an old picture of Cass' sister. LCISA Cass says Luicsa is dead and re- fuses 10 say more about her.
 NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XI
 The room was long and low ceilinGed and it seemed to Liane to be packed with ugly. comfort able mahogany furniture of the | Victorian age. Mrs. Cleespaush' s big old house proved to be a curi- ous dwelling.
 Mothers dining room is pure BorSia," Give told her that first day, with affectionatc amusement in his voice. Liane had had tu agree. The great, black, worm eaten oak table with it's huge poly chromcd candlesticks and the dark, red velvet curtains lOopcd back from the windows, seemed out of place so near to the hall with it's Chinese lacquers and gold tea box paper on the walls :. Strange, strange house! Yet Li- ane rather liked it. It was ugly and rich and comfortable. Her own room pleased her. The great bed had a priceless lace coverlet over rose satin. There was a puffy rose colored down comforter. Not at all the sort of thing the young girl would have chosen but luXu- rious In heavy sort of way.
 "I'm dreaming" she said, sitting up and blinking as she regarded the breakfast tray which Nora, one of the delft, wcll-trained maids had set down on the inlaid table Mrs Cleespaugh had five maids, all Irish girls.
 The breakfast tray was very I modern, set with thin, spriseed china dishes in pink and white The fat little pink jar had hone! In it. The tall. crystal glass was filled with orange puice. The bulb- ous pot poured out d thin, amber stream of inviting coffee.
 1 "Luxury." sighed the young girl, throwing her cheap challis dressing gown over her shoulders and slipping her narrow rect into well-worn brocaded mules. She dashed to the bathroom where she splashed and showered, returning quickly to that alluring morning repast. Nora had drawn the shades, shutting out the insistenl September sun.
 Liane thought with panG "How mother would have loved this!" The thought made the de licious food almost bitter for ar instant. Then she remembered "It's what she wanted me to do.' Just the same, Liane felt little guilty. Her mother, who was tired and not strong, was starting out on that dreary business ol touring. Not one night stands ol course. Better than that. But ILiane knew well the sort of dim tawdry apartments and furnished rooms her mother would be able 10 afford in the various cities tt l which she would go with the New Art crowd.
 "Nothing like this" thought th' |young girl respectfully.
 Then, being young, she forgo that guilty feeling and pro ceeded to enjoy herself wholly Mrs Cleespaugh had said autocra tically. "I never come down t' breakfast. Never appear befor' eleven in fact. Perhaps you'd lfk' to have a tray in your room ?'
 Liane had agreed that tha would he delightful. Demure sh