The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-03-30

vived when he marries Ellen so
 they plan to keep the marriage
 secret.
 Ellen and Myra quarrel when
 Myra refuses to let Barclay pay
 for her trousseau. She and Bert
 are to be married the same day
 as Barclay and Ellen.
 NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER xxxI
 In one morning and afternoon Myra and Ellen bought everything they had ever dreamed of desiring. And how they loved it!
 Steven had opened accounts in all the smart shops. The two ex- cited girls had only to walk into the softly lighted interiors and choose what they liked of New York's most beautiful offerings. all the accessories they had never been able to afford, they exclaimed over and bought.
 They did not entirely lose their heads. They were too sensible for that. But both discovered that for years they had consoled them selves with a fallacy. It was not true that a beautiful girl could make cheap frock look expen- sive. It was true that an expen- sive frock could make a beautiful girl more beautiful. Like all girls they revelled in this discovery.
 They bought suits first, suits of soft imported tweed. .Myra's was deep brown with cuffs of beaver. Ellen's was Oxford gray with a blue fox collar that stood around her face like an arrogant ruff. There were silk frocks and wooien frocks in brilliant autumn colors. There were quantities of cobwebby lingerie, delicate as mist, and tailored things in heavy crepe. They really splurged in shoes. ordering six pairs each. Handmade shoes, the first either girl had ever owned that exactly ntted the narrow Rossiter heels.
 After calls back and forth to the hospital and much consulta- ton they selected the gown Molly wan to wear at the wedding. It was a pale blue chiffon with brimmed hat to bring out the lake-blue of Molly's eyes. Ellen and Myra were to wear identical frocks - simple, dignifed, white frocks bearing the definite and unrnistakable stamp of Paris and the glittering Rue de la Paix.
 They ate @ hurried luncheon on the avenue. They watched the crowd outside the windows, dis cuSed their purchases and swore they wouldn't change thing. At three o'clock, exhausted and hap py. they wound up the orgy by buying three pair of gorgeous pa Jamas--black and gold for Molly, blue for Myra, and peachy satin for Ellen.
 My feet will never be the same again." Myra admitted with a sigh, "but 1t was worth it."
 Tt was fun, wasn't it?" Ellen agreed. as she turned to give the interested saleswoman the Brook lyn address. She was pleased by the saleswoman' courteous inter- est even though she knew 1t was due to the limousine outside wait. ing for them.
 'She thought we were rich" gig gled Myra as they left the shop. But then you are keep for getting"
 You take the car. Myra," Ellen said, feeling a vague let-down in spirit. "Ill take a cab to the hospital after I've finished that business with the lawyers"
 "Why don't we drive there first?" asked Myra.
 Too early. Besides I want to
 You must be made of iron" Myra laughed.
 The chauffeur sprang to the curb to open the door. The boxes were piled inside. Myra stepped into the car, sank back with q sigh of bliss ful relief and gave the hospital ad- dress. The car whirled away. El- Len watched until 1t was lost in trafflc.
 She had a special reason for wanting to walk, but she did not intend that Myra should know 1t. She had an absurd and foolish desire to walk past Dreamland again. not to go upstairs but just to stare up at the garish win dows. She had the idea that if she did that something would be settled definitely and forever. For days her mind had gone back wistfully to Dreamland until she no. longer saw it as 1t was but dreamed of 1t as a place of youth and romance. She wanted to dis pei that vision.
 She walked briskly away from Park avenue. It was still early to go to the law office but it was too hot for briskness and Ellen was genuinely weary. Her steps slowed. Perhaps her impulse was a foolish one. She was done with Dreamland.
 Several times she almost turned back but she kept on. There be- fore her was Dreamland. Surely no place of which to dream! She stopped across the street and stared up at the open windows. She could see patch of pink wall and one of the gilt columns sup- porting the ceiling.
 As she stood there feeling more 1 and more lonely the orchestra be- gan to play. A spangle of tinny notes fioated out to the hot street. Ike Dorgan's Blue Cotton Bows" were rehearsing for the evening. Ellen knew then that she should never have come. She had been foolish. foolish to keep a tryst with an empty building.
 She hated Dreamland, had hated it from the first. Surely she was not going to weep on the street. Oh, but she was! She looked around blindly for some place to hide herself. Already two or three people were staring curiously. She could not stand there on the street and cry like fool.
 The traffic lights changed. Ellen darted blindly for the opposite sidewalk. She narrowly escaped death beneath the wheels of A tax