The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-03-08
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Bcautfful ELLEN RossTTER,

Bcauttluh ELLEN HOSSkTHR,
q salesgiri In Barclays Depart
meut Store, lives with her mo-
ther, MOLLY ROSSTTER, her
elder sister MYRA, and her
young brother, MIKE. The two
girls support the family. Molly
foolishIy spends money saved to
pay the rent. STEVEN BAR
CLAY, 81 and Ellcn's employer,
lends her an evening dress so
she can secure q job nights dane.
ing at Dreamland. At the dance
hall she meets fascinating LAR.
RY HARROWGATE, an artist.
Later she breaks an engagement
with Larry when she learns ne 10
engaged 20 ELIZABETH BOWES
q debutante, However, when he
comes TO Drcamland demanding
an explanation she makes an.
other date with him for Sunday.
Her mother and sister favor
Barclays suit. Sunday morning
Ellen and her mother quarrel
when the girl declines an engage
ment with Barclay.
Molly bursts into tears and El-
Lem repentant, promises she will
do her best to fall I'm love with
bEhO OktACE hNH4ANs
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER XII
How do you know it's Mr. Bar
clay?" Myra demanded as Ellen
1eaped from bed, reached for fan
mel dressing gown and belted 1t over
her pajamas.
"He asked yesterday IL he might
call here some time"
NUMBER"
mo, but guess It's on file. He
must have looked UP my card at the
store"
The bedroom door opened and
Molly entered. She was visibly ex-
cited. Her black curly hair stood
out in little drake-tails. Her blue
eyes blazed. For once she had not
even taken time to powder her
pretty face.
Hurry child" she said to Ellen.
"You mustn't keep Mr. Barclay
waiting. It's bad enough having no
Again Ellen felt a rising 1rrita-
ton. what makes you SO sure It's
Mr. Barclay?" she snapped.
Eve got hunch," Molly ad.
mitted. dimpling and smiling mys-
teriousiy. Don't be so slow.
honey"
81 can't run through the halls
with no stockings on, can II"
Ellen took q quick brush at her
hair, slipped into pu lips and ran
out Of the apartment and down tho
four flights Of stairs. The only
telephone In the house was In Mrs
Clancy's apartment on the first
floor. The six families who occu-
pied the building were, in the gen.
erous phrase of Mrs Clancy, per
fectly welcome to use the phone 80
long as they pay for outgoing calls
And 80 long as they let Mrs Clancy
listen In on their business Ellen had
thought privately.
Sure enough, the fat, good-na.
tured Irish woman was waiting In
the hall az the foot Of the stairs.
For all the world like q master OF
ceremonies, she said. Fright this
way" Then after she had shown
Ellen where the telephone was Gas
II Ellen had not known before) she
settled herself in the vicin-
ity Of the conversation. Unfortun-
ateiy for the listener the conversa-
ton was extremely short. Ellen re-
placed the receiver, presented her
thanks and prepared to leave. Mrs
Clancy saw q golden opportunity
She said quickly and ipgratiat.
ingly, "Was that the rich fellow
your mother was telling me all
about?"
IT don't know who you mean"
Ellen replied coldly.
Sure you do" said Mrs Clancy,
chucking. IT mean Mr. Steven Bar
clay, your boss. Your nav said he
was fairly daft over you"
Ellen had to smile.
Yes, It was Mr. Barclay" she adj
United to the others evident pleas
ure. She even added. "Mr Barclay
wanted me to 20 driving with him
this afternoon"
II heard you saying that you
couldn't CO." Mrs Clancy confessed.
THAT'S too bod. It's such q nice
day for an automo biie ride"
Eyes. II Is, isn't IT," Ellen agreed
and made her escape.
Ellen returned to tho bedroom
Myra was dressing but Molly had
collapsed on the bed and was nib
bling at a bit of toast. Both fell abb
ruptly silent at Elien's entrance and
she realized that they had been DIS
cussing her. Let them, thought FL
len grimly.
"Won't you tell US about your
caIi?" asked Molly, after a delicate
interval Of silence. "Or Is II q Sc
cret?"
There's nothing much to tell"