The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-05-16


 saucers and plates just after break fast on the day that Sarah had de- cided to take a walk and pack. The sunlight made a yellow rug over the brown lineoleum of the kitchen floor. and the soapsuds danced with all the blues and greens and corals of a tropical sea as the golden light spilled into the white dishpan.
 It would be time to take up the trial again soon. A new trial, rath- CT. For Sybil would be accused. place the the blame on Bedding ana free her. She would be pictured as an innocent victim of an unscrupu- lous man. .,
 And maybe she would be freed! She was home from the hospital convalescing now,
 And if she goes free, after she tried to frame my father and tried to kill a man, just to get even with me, then then :" Sue would not finish the statement. She was afraid of Sybil Lester.
 Madeline Smith was staying on at Harry Becker's. as a maid. She seemed perfectly happy to wear Q soft black dress and a frilly white apron. But Sue knew that there was a loyal sort of friendship be- tween Corrinne and Mabel, and the maid costume was more or less of a disguise.
 Sue glanced around the shabby old kitchen. It was friendly, home- like, sheltering. And shelter meant much sometimes. She let her hands stay in the soft foam of the suds while her mind ran on. She would have different kind of a kitchen. L ,tx, dows and yellow bowls on the floor. Small and efficient, for the wide spaces that had room for friendly hooks had passed away. She and Jack would be getting married some day. She wondered just when. Not for while, they had decided. Jack didn't have much of practice. Since he had left his fathers firm his source of income was sadly low.
 The doorbell rang as though someone pushed it who wanted in in hurry. It rang again. more impatiently. They the front door straed through the dining room to the living room. She stopped in the doorway.
 For a girl was rushing forward. A girl with a brown hat that was impish and daring with single beige rose nesting under it's brim, and soft brown dressmaker suit which had loads of fluffy fur at the neck and wrists. A wisp of an orange and brown scarf fiuttered carelessly.
 Grace! Oh. Grace!"
 Sue was on the brown clad fig trshA tn fnS W m did you come? Why didn't you let me know? Oh. I'm so glad to see you so awfully glad.' Sues own blue eyes were danc- ing merrily and her black curis were stumbled around her flushed face. The blue smock she wore was more becoming than she realized as she turned to watch the door open ing again. It was Jimmy this time Drowned from the Sues own blue eyes were dancing merrily and her black, curls were stumbled around her flushed face. The blue smock she wore was more becom- ing than she realized as she turned to watch the door opening again. It was Jimmy this time Drowned from the sea wind, a little heavier, with a new assurance on his man ner. Jimmy looking so happy and | friendly and she had almost said resirable.
 Somehow, with such an interval of time between the going away of Grace and Jimmy and their return, Sue had forgotten that it was the old Jimmy who had been the boy next-door who had married Grace. She had thought of him as someone a litte more strange. But he was Il himself again. Good old Jimmy, whom she could never,( never love. | but whom she would always like. But when 1t came to loving someone | forever .. =. Jacks laughing gray | eyes, tender and protecting, fioated before her and hid Jimmy's face. II NEXT: Grace and Sue talk. i (Copyright. 1881. NEA Service. Inc)