The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-08-11
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 CASS BARRETT, stock company actress, IS glad to get out of the city Tor the summer to play at fashionable Long. Island. colony. LANE, her 18-year old daughter helps in the box office with MU- KEEL LADD, debutante. At Q par- ty Lane meets VAN ROBARD, handsome man of the world. Class begs Lane not to sec him again. Buriel is said to be in love with CHUCK DESMOND, debonair re- porter, but plays around with other men. ELSIE WINTER tells Idane there is gossip about Ro- bard and Muriel's mother.
 Class goes on tour in the autumn, leaving Ldane with MRS CLEES- PAUGH. When she is taken gravely i'll Liane rushes to her. Cass recovers. Vans engagement to Muriel is announced. When Class returns to the Cleespaugh home OLIVE CLEESPAUGH asks Ldane to marry him-a- marriage of convenience. She accepts ale though she docs not love him.
 TRESSA LORD and her sister, MRS AMBERTON, come to visit the Oeespaughs. Tressa dislikes Ldane and begins 8 plot against her. At 8 night club . sinister fellow threatens blaclxmail to Ldane. She goes to her friend, SHANE McDERMID, police off, ficer, for advice. Shane settles the blacl<mailers and warns them to let her alone. Plans for the wed- ding go forward. Shane warns LAane she has an enemy.
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 CHAPTER xv
 The word went from mouth to mouth. "The Prince: The Prince is here!"
 No one had been sure he was coming. The great Hunt ball had been an annual affair in Willow Springs since the first fur kings and railroad barons had built their Victorian palaces there back in the 'nineties. It was always a gala event even in the rarified atmos- phere of that gilded township. That it's date coincided with the visit of His Royal Highness was pure chance. No one had been certain he would actually be pres- ent. But here he was.
 Liane, in a frohty frock of petal chiffon cut demurely low to show her young shoulders was staying close to the kindly Mrs Clees- paugh. There was about this at mosphere something definitely in- tinidating. The clipped voices, the assured manners which were not manners at all but sublimated rudenesses, the massaged, scented and exquistely dressed women frightened and chilled her. She thought, 'Is 1t possible I am ever to enter this circle really as an inmate?" The idea vaguely terri fled her.
 Give. at her elbow. said, "Dance ta,is?"
 She looked up at him, grateful for his nearness, for the sense of rightness and security his presence afforded her. As she gave herself, quite impersonally, to his embrace she thought that life would not be such g. bad thing with this young man by her side. They threaded their way through the mazes of the music.
 Ohve's arm frightened around her. How well he danced! He said Sorry 'and steered her deftly around a cruising pair, 8 plump matron in sea green velvet and her languid escort. Liane thought for an instant that the tightening of his arm had been an impulsive movement. Her pulse had quick ened a little at the thought. With disappointment she realized he was only being instinctively gallant trying to avoid collision which had seemed imminent.
 Strange, strange young man, she reflected. A little piqued she was that ~he had never tried to make love" to her. Did he think her so unattractive? We'll, she mustn't asked her to marry him and she, quarrel with her fate. He had for reasons of her own, had agreed.
 The murmur ran along the line. "The Prince!" A discreet, polite murmur. And after an instant, in the suddenly cleared doorway, he appeared. A tall, very thing, rather supercilious looking young man with pale brown hair and mon- ocle glazing one, of his sharp brown eyes. He was in a dress uniform of silver and blue.
 The orchestra in response to a hidden signal struck up the young notable's national air. He smiled. He clicked his heels and bowed from the waist. Liane heard the plump, green velveted matron murmur, "Adorable!" in swooning accents. The Prince put out his arm to one of the ladies in his party and the dance began again as suddenly as it had stopped.
 "Getting tired?" Give wanted to know. Liane shook her head. She danced dreamily casually. The throb of the music was in her blood, It was like an enchant- ment. Abruptly she felt her part ner's arm about her loosen. She looked up itno the grinning face of Chuck Desmond who had said "Cut?" to Give. .-.
 "You!" she gasped. startled.
 "The kid himself" Desmond ac- knowledged. q crashed this party with His Nibs. Used to be a cor