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Evening star., 1932-10-16

WALTER HOOD, Sr., was approaching
Paris. Seven days before he had
been sitting behind his glass-topped
desk, settling in crisp, cracking SEN
tences problems brought to him by
subordinates That was his way. A
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Does he!' answered Marie with an amused
laugh II should say he does! He's devoted to
her And she's crazy about him. Well, she
would be, of course; Wallys perfectly lovely to
her Not that he isn't to me, too, for he is. He's
lovely to everybody. suppose But he's espe-
cially lovely to Clelie. wish you could see
Clelie That is, she's nice to look at"
so suppose" said Hood; that's what
came over for-to see her. Why can't ~"
THERE was a moments pause in which Hood
] turned over in his mind his last words with
out clearly analyzng the feeling Of relief that
had prompted them. He didn't care so much,
he had to confess, whether he saw this Clelie
who was so devoted to Wally, or not.
She's gone away to an aunts house in the
country"
With a start, Hood awakened to the fact that
Marie had answered question OF his own. Yet
he did not grasp the full import Of the fact
that he felt pleasure in having been mistaken
about Wally and the girl he was reported to be
planning to marry; that he had erroneously
coupled Wally with the wrong girl.
At length he spoke. II guess we'd better call
in at the young rascals house and see If he's
got back" he said
They called, but WaIly had not come home
Eventually they had dinner together. The next
day and the next were repetitions OF the first
j. Walter Hood ST., was obviously having the
time of his life.
And Wally, unaware that his father was in
the city, sketched complacently at st. Malo
until bad weather drove him home. He reached
Paris a little after ii on Saturday and went di-
rectly to his apartment. The concierge clattered
after him with a burst Of Gallo eloquence.
Only when Wally read the card did he grasp
the full import of the message. He dropped MS
bags and bolted to the street.
Hotel Metropole!" he ordered the cabman;
"vite-tout d'esprit!" He got it. He dashed up
to the desk
IN God had just gone to the boat train.
Non, he was not coming back. His room he had
given up"
Another cab Wally plunged through traffic
with closed eyes. At the station he rushed madly
through the crowd. There was his father-big,
impressive his square-cut chin held high. He
was smiling down at tall young woman.
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Ellen responded carelessly. She added, Ut seems to me that you're awfully anxious to keep me from falling in love. Isn't that one of the things that other girls do?"
 She glanced innocently at her sis ter.
 "Oh, Ellen, it's not that and you know it's not" Myra protested helplessly, half-laughing. "It's only Tom Shannenberger can't even support himself He has nothing now and never will have anything. He's just one of those men,"
 "I know that. Still, if I loved him I don't believe I'd let 1t make any difference" Ellen said serious ly.
 A little pucker marked her low, broad forehead. Her eyes were sweet and thoughtful.
 q know money is important" she conceded. "Awfully important in lots of ways. But when you think of love- she flushed youthfully-- "why all at once it's just nothing"
 "Ellen", Myra spoke with des- perate earnestness, money is so important in love that without it. some money I mean, not 9 lot love itself Is nothing"
 T don't for a minute believe it!"
 Look at me and you'll believe 1t. Lack of money has robbed me of nine years of my life. If there had been any way under heaven fer Bert and me to marry when we wanted to, by now I'd have had a home-children - all the things woman wants. Instead"
 She broke off, applied at what she had been about to put into words. Not even to Ellen could she admit that of late Bert had seem ed oddly restless and changed. bored at talk of that far-away marriage. She laughed nervously, apologetically.
 Ellen, uncomfortable but still vaguely holding her own opinion, hastened to change the subject.
 "That dress looks awfully well on you" she said, looking approvingly at her sister. "Better, I'm sure. than it ever looked on whichever cousin wore it."
 Myra glanced down at her light blue voile, beautifully cut. fresh- " IduHueTcu dIlu luuccu OSSoHhAu6 to her pale blondness.
 q wouldn't have bought it," she said. "I don't like short sleeves. But it has certainly been handy"
 That's the trouble with things given to you." Ellen agreed. She added Loyalty, "still it's nice of Aunt Myra to keep on sending things. Most of them are scarcely worn."
 She sighed a little at the vision of joyous youth presented by her own words, a vision of gay and pretty girls who could discard their frocks because they were tired of them. There were certainly points to have money.
 "1t's nice of her." Myra admitted in a low voice. "Even," she added with q laugh not So amused as she meant 1t to be, If she never sends black and you have to wear black at the stOre."
 Myra hesitated and went on with sidewise glance at Ellen. "I do think she might come to see us sometime. She's been in New York
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darling" she begged and wished again that Molly understood things better.
 Molly reached out and tousled her sons curly head.
 "When you get through school you'll make us all rich. won't you son?" she asked. "Then our trou- bles will be over"
 She really believed this. Mike. wriggling with pleasure, bursting with pride, believed 1t, too. But as Ellen looked down at her 12-year- old brother she thought the time when they would all be rich was a long way off.
 Myra and Ellen were fonder of each other than sisters usually are. They were proud of their friend ship and glad to be together. Both of them worked a great deal hard CT than most girls and because of their mothers childish irresponsi- bility they had early been forced to take up the burden of keeping the family together.
 Myra at 2G had all the maturity that Molly would lack at 66. That morning after breakfast she dress ed quickly 50 she could walk the three blocks to the subway with Ellen. All her indignation spilled out again as the two linked arms and walked along Pine street, cruelty shabby in the hot summer sunshine. She felt fierce, burning, helpless rage that her young sister should miss so many of the pleas ant things of life. She felt also a fear that Ellen at 20 would step in- to the same blind alley she herself had stepped into at IF.
 Nine years before she had fallen in love with Bert Armstead. She still loved him. But his job at the library where they both worked was almost as poorly paid as hers. And Myra had seen the first rap ture of love wear away in nine years of endless waiting.
 She felt she could not bear to see Ellen start in the way that she had sarted; to see Ellen lose the freshness of her love as she waited for an impossible $35 q week to eli lb to a possible $50. She feared what Molly had innocently hoped for-that Ellen would meet some one at Dreamland. But she tried to hide that fear.
 "It makes me furious" Myra be- gan fiercely, her blue eyes blazing, "that you should have to take this job, work yourself to death just because"
 "Boo!" Ellen scoffcd. "Tm not an old lady. It might be a lot of fun, you never can tell. It would be grand if you didn't have to work nights at the library and We could both go."
 "Its not fair at all," Myra per- sisted unhappily. Not fair that you should miss so many of the things other girls have. Theater parties and clothes and dances, din ners at the right places"
 ooh, don't fuss 50, Myra.' Ellen wsa silent q moment and then said casually, From Shannenberger ask ed me to marry him last night"
 "You didn't. Ellen! You didnt!'
 Myra's slim, brown fingers tensed on Ellcn's arm, her face was stiff with apprehension.
 "No, l didn't accept him, if that's what you mean. l don't love him.,
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The three children--Myra, the eldest. and Ellen and Mike--had from their father their thick cop Der hair and wide. thick dashed blue eyes. and from their mother their creamy skin. The peculiar. arrest ing way they walked and stood' the nervous movements Of thelr hands, the confident. arrogant ease with which they faced the world - all those were Rossiter ways, as Molly, who was Rossiter by mar riaya. gaid SO often. The uncon- scious air Of distinction that was shared by all of them was rom their father, too. It was Charies Michael Roasiter who had given thnm an unfnistakable look Of race.
 There was no denying that the young Rossttcrs were unlike the young Blacks downstair", or the young Riordans in the basement. or the ShanncnbergerS, who SpraWled through tho two floors above. They were different and suspect, Ellen had often reflected bitterly, as peo- ple always are who have d past and no future.
 But Molly Rossiter. an incurable optimist, had never once admitted the secret fears of her two daush- ters. Even when she had her cry ing spells she always insisted hyH- tericaIly that her children were better looking than any of the Eng fish Rossitcrs, better qualified 10 move in that mysterious world whose doors had been shut to green English fields and misty country English mornings even in the love of his wife and children, had clos cd his eyes and died of q common cold.
 There once had been money. Nyra at 2G could remember sur roundings quite different from the down-at- heel Brooklyn apartment. could, with q pang in her heart. re- member the glorious years before her fathers death, teh soft spoken servants, the gleam of candle-liSht on old silver (sold long since). and rugs go deep that all sound of foot steps was lost In them.
 Charles Kossiter had met Molly O'Reilly, on 4 trip to Ireland. Itc had married her before his father and mother and many brothers and sisters could rush in 10 point out the mposBibillty of marriage be- tween the fourth son of Lord HarmAtcad and q tenant farmers daughter.
 They had never forgiven him that.
 They were, as anyone except Mol
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lv Rossitcr would admit, scrupu- lousIy fair. Charles share Of the Uarmstead estate had been settled upon him at once. The condition was that he leave England. Ills Ia thcr and mother had refused 10 meet his bride. And Charles Ros- sitter. stiff-necked with pride, had been glad enough then to leave Eng land, He had come to America ana had never gone back. He had often Ionged for England but no one or his brothers or sisters had ever learned that. No one of them had shown the slightest interest Tn what he might have been thinking dur ing those long years of exile. NO one of them except his youngest sister, Myra, for whom his eldest daughter was named, had shown Ill the years following his death any recognition of the fact that he had left q family. His sister Myra, per haps held back by the pressure or her brothers and sisters, had never seen any member of his small fam Ily but she did from time to time send boxes of clothing. discarded by her own daughters.
 
 On that August morning Charles Rossiter had been dead 12 years. His death took place three days before his only son was born. He could never have foreseen that his two beautiful daughters would be forced to work. the one at an un- dcrpaid job in q public library, the other as an underpaid saleSBlrl Tn a great department store. He had left sufficient sum to bring up hls children in comfort, to educate them, and to provide for the llic- time of his young wife.
 But Molly Kossiter, daZed with grief, had seen that money slip from her irresponsible hands with in two years.
 Ellen could remember only as of something dreamed those days when money was not q daily prob lem, q daily topic of conversation. She had gone to work at Barclays department store when she was IA. She was still there.
 Az she walked to the kitchen she wondered a little hopelcssly If she would always be there.
 When she entered the small, heated room where the blue-check- ed linoleum had long since retrcated into the corners, her mother turn ed from the stove. MOlly's pretty, fading face was flushed and set Tn lines of determination. Ellen sigh ed again. She was afraid that her
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several times, I know. I've read about her in the society columns But then, we haven't telephone.
 
 Both girls were silent. Both knew that if their wealthy English aunt, whom neither had ever seen, really desired a meeting she could arrange one with the aid of a two- cent stamp. Myra's comment was only an evasion to save their pride. They strolled on, two pretty girls linked arm in arm, through the hot summer sunshine, down the dirty, shabby street. Ellen, in Spite of herself, felt her spirits sinking. They reached the subway station that would part them.
 Do you still believe" Myra ask ed in q discouraged way, "that some day we'll have things? The things our cousins have? Cars and country clubs and chance to en- joy being young? Or are we just fooling ourselves?"
 Something's bound to happen. Our ship will come init may be just around the corner" Ellen re- sponded with vague, forced cheer fitness.
 That ship sank long ago." Myra
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said sharply, her bitterness and anger returning in full force. we sank with 1t. How are you and l ever going to get married? Where are you going to meet man good enough for you?"
 "At Dreamland, maybe" Ellen flippantly tried to stop her sister. But Myra ignored the Interruption.
 "I believe we'll always be spend ing every nickel before it's earned. It'll be like this forever. Mother will get older and more irrespon- sible. Bert and I will go on and on. Mike will grow tip and get the same sort of job we have. It's just no
 "Oh Myra, Myra!" Ellen protest ed staunchly. Where's you sense of proportion? All this because I'm going to work at night for a few weeks! Of course things will get better. We're only having our hard times now instead of later. It's been hardest on you. But you'll be married first thing you know and forget how long 1t was. Just wait"
 I'm 26."
 ."Then don't act as if you're 96."
 Ellen ran down the subway steps and plunged through the turnstile.
 (To Be Conhnucd)
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CHAPTER I

milk wagon aing along Pine brought Ellen Rossi Ros was five floors above the street but though tably the moment Of waking that the elankng below sufficient to wake the dead
 If was going to be another scorcng day The girls face from eep was and her thick tawny hair was live and She conscious only of discomfort as she thrust it back rolled hastily look at the clock
 Only 20 minutes to Twenty blessed minutes Ellen stretched uxurouy herself the alarm for and snugged again. As she closing her she noticed that inc adjoining bed Myra had already and slipped ouy from Ellen had seepiy decided that her sister in tended to ba leaving for the library when she heard from the kitchen Myras raised high expouaion Something was wrong again. Ellen what but that particular note in Myra's voice always meant trouble
 And trouble Ross household inevitably differ enee of opinion Myra Rossie and Molly Rolter
 Ellen sigbed tossed back leap of bed She green negg and staked for the oat locked Michael aged l2, was inside he one male of the family and spoiled little brother he had special prerogatves and timd in enforcing them
 I'm studying" he called out
 Tn the bathoom!'
 Tn the tub
 He added plaintively ' get want me to- Only hs so cool and I'm always beng interrupted no matter
 "Al right darling Stay where you for 10 minutes But after that I'll have to rout you
 Ellen Roter was three past 20 that morning late u three days already beginning to be afraid that the wild and careless of her would not be uled Tn he' twente money of l be RosAefs had more una" their share good Molly Roter who had once been Molly ORey prett girl the whole of County Sork 10 ooy Mike, but they had nothing else
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You'll Find Her All Over America,

'ou'll Find Her All Over America, "The Dime-a-Dance Grp-In Wa terbury, New York, New Orleans, She Sells Her Dances at a Dime Apiece-What Are the Emotions in the Heart of This Girl as Young Men Whirl Her Around-What Love, What Misery in Her Eyes What Hopes and Despairs-The Democrat Offers you Modern Fic- ton in a Modern Tempo-"The Dime-a-Dance Girp Live Her Life Daily as the Chapters Unfold Each Evening in The Democrat
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store located at ss East Main street. The society hopes for the cooperation of all it's members and the general public, and their as- sistance is solicited in as generous donations as possible of articles of clothing and general wearing apparel, accessories of all kinds, and household articles and furn- ishings of any description. At this time when most housewives are engaged in spring housekeeping
 many articles are discovered to be of no more use to the household, but not too damaged to be thrown into the discard. These will be most welcome for the rummage sale if they are not too worn out. !
 Those who are donating articles are requested to deliver same at the place of sale, S6 East Main street tomorrow afternoon, or if un- able to do this to call St Mary's hospital on telephone and a truck will collect the articles. The so- ciety is anxious to receive all ar ticles Wednesday afternoon, and would like to make this one of the biggest and M,st rummage sales yet conducted by this organization.
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Hot from the cuff Chick Kelley is giving Frankie Con- roy boxing lessons Look for the old Frankie.
 Charley Allen of the Connecticut delight and Power fond of wrestling but when chair all sides of him beat back safety, Charley goes and does likewise At Armoy show, Charley had side One of the leviathans had thrown through the rop Charley interested in the display of O. that he failed notice general moving the When match and of the participants lifted the ropes and left angling there Charley looked him. He alone with the The young business genius got his and reread few before sitting down once
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THE MILLER &pECK co.

that Waterbury will be recognized and honored in the election of Randall Frink of Nosahogan lodge as grand conductor. The officers of the lodge will exemplify the third degree upon a class of candi- dates next Saturday night. Invita- tions have been extended to the various lodges of the state to at- tend the ceremonies.
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Up and down the Bank canyon. Leona Wallace IS playing in New York in Girl Crazy" Eleanor Devine has been entertaining Juania Roach of Chattanooga Tenn he gals visited New York the weekend Billy Donahue IS i'll at St. Marys hospital. Congratulations MT and Mrs Joe Null hall of Sylvan of baby boy born at St Mary hospital. Mir and Mrs Tom Costello three-yearng Just three years ago they swapped rings and promised to love- honor obey Waterbury Odd Fellows attended special degree program in Mddletown Saturday night While Jimmy Lee Wby coach watching Gilbert High baseball Saturday. the snow swept about with blizzard proportions After ths says Jimmy Ill believe anything they tell about Wnsted
 Thanks Marie Kibride and Ernesne Cannon for eontr button of tin foil Always welcome at the Tower.
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So long, Tony Tony Saco sails April 26th abroad the Leyahan for London with Bill Shaw and his Detroters boat band He'll be gone eighteen days After returning Tony Spring Lake New Jersey play with Shaw for the summer In the fall he contemplating trip France Germany and Switzerland Tony pulled in from Virginia where he's been playing with Nicholas and his HoCha boys He fills club dates in Boston and Phy before pulling anchor for dear old England Tony continues hop right along Keep good eye this young And lest forget he will broadcast WMCA Thursday afternoon 430 o'clock and will be the atmosphere for fifteen minutes.
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Townsend Lodge
 ! Of Odd Fellows

Townsend lodge, Odd Fellows
 held a meeting last evening and elected delegates to the grand lodge convention which will be held in Essex on May 18th. Past Grands Joseph Davies and George Condit were chosen to represent the lodge. A large delegation of members will attend the conven- tion as spectators. It is expected
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PAGING OLD MOTHER NATURE
Good evening.

When nature gives woman, A perfect fit, She has what this little Old world calls "it.'
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Editor Tall Tower Topics I enclosing complimentary tickets high school Gee Club, do hope that will the program will prove enjoyable you. means great have the Democrat staff inter- all their activities and they have very special pride their annual Club Thanking you for kndnes and hoping will Very sincerely yours Alice Gibbons (Thank Alice for your kind invitation And gees will all its glory Here's salute to the club - The Ed)
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partments on Montana in contests on the subject of George Washing ton. A written question contest on the United States flag also is being conducted. Pupils from fifth to eighth grades participate. The contests run from county and re, gional to state.
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Shooting the chutes Dan Bowe Izaae Waltonan de luxe
 nursing leadr cold and has been unable to fish for trout
 Patrcks bowling league banquet tonight Lakeside Plenty of oaory the books Rocco Diorio opened his Waverly Inn Cheshire Sunday night. Quite gathering wish Rocco his Judge McCratk will be the K of C. bowling league banquet Satut night The L. F. bowlers throw their dinner and dance Saturday night St Jophs hall Sheriff Jenusais will be toast Johnny predicts greatest parties Brooklyn history
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April showers. . Jack Muigan. D. A. V. skipper watching legislation in Washington with both eyes, Pond fishing bass being the only exception The lid bass off in June Larry Kilbride kept busy Mons Stork checked in Larry has ke with the baby every night Eddie Theriau of Woott is rated of the besr experts this little neck of the woods Stamp collecting be going in for the fad Ray Wrenn visiting friends in Rochester Ray plans do little gong there He handles the clubs very nicely thank you Dawes Hayes having his golf clubs smonzed The office singing Sweet Adne with much vgor these days Prohibition certainly waning Jim Pronovost has been inspecting the golf course. . And they tell there will be free list This going break the hearts newspapmen who fig ured right along that sport page publicly entitled them Anne Oakley. understand Fourth Ea here plan fight the if officially adopted For the present. have been mosty talk.
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Believe it. Waterbury kiddes helping Russia its effort to put the five year year plan Candy made Soviet enjoying large and popular sale in the Brass City It up wrapper bearing this notation, Made in U. R. Russia It proved be unusually delicious which accounts for srepeat orders by the little
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Dickson, Tenn.-One thousand trees in honor of George Washing ton have been planted on High way No. 1, by members of the American Legion and Legion Auxi- liarY here.
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Editor Tall Tower Topics: have noticed the past few months your column that print about moving pie and And the talking pictures. Now go the movies. but enjoy radio get enough of radio. Just get home the radio and keep going until to bed follow all the popular programs Here is why writing you
 word about radio your column. Nothing of Russ Columbo. Rudy Valee Bng Crosby and the like think would pay you listen your radio, you have and and tell how you like the different programs Everybody isn't crazy moving I'm of them
 always read your column and but think you should find time space for readers who follow radio night and day.
 know hard please every reader Perhaps you won't this letter, but mean every word of it. =- R. F.
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Runan1age Sale
 For Hospital Aid
St Mary's Society Sponsors Event at SC East Main
 Street Donations to Be Delivered at This Point

A rummage sale under the aus pices of St Mary's Hospital Aid Society and for the benefit of this organization will be held Thurs day of this week at the vacant