The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-04-27

not be made to understand that to her the snatched kiss and murmur- ed compliment in office hours were things to be despised. :.
 His continued cheerful pursuit in the face of rebuffs never failed to astonish her. When he should have been hurt and angry he merely smiled. Susan became adept in the art of avoiding him. When he sought tete-a-tetes with her in her little cubicle she always made an excuse to leave. And Waring con- tinued to smile at her--a sly, wise, rather cynical smile which seemed to say, "All women are alike"
 He thought her scruples merely silly and childish. A kiss was a kiss, nothing more. All the sweeter if stolen. Susan thought irritation on the sly both undignified and stupid. She said so.
 Jack Waring merely laughed. You're still in the baby stages, sweetie. Some day you'll wake up, and then"
 "Yes. And then?" Susan was prim, but Eyes curiosity danced in her eyes.
 The man shrugged. He reached for the slim, long fingered hand that lay on the desk before him. Susan gasped. Do stop teasing me. You promised"
 "All right. But you must come out with me one day. How about the races on Saturday? Driving out with some people. Like to show you to them, you pretty thing, you"
 A flag fiured in the girls cheeks. Dangerous talk, this, for a man to pour into the ears of young-and-20. Susan didn't know how to answer. It wasn't what she had dreamed of, love from the lips of a man jaded and disillusioned, but it was more tempting than she dared to admit. And what, after all, had she to do on Saturday, Oh, she would have a sandwich and glass of milk on the way home. She would sway weari- ly from a strap in the packed and crowded street car and spend the rest of the afternoon ironing or darning the stockings Aunt Jessie had saved for her.
 All around her in the expectant hustle of downtown's half holiday girls would be clinging to their escorts. Girls in white, their bathing suits bundled in brief cases. Girls in foppy hats. Girls with carmined lips going to the beaches, the parks, the amusement places. She, Susan Carey, would be alone.
 She wondered even as she an- swered this man slowly and delib- erately why she hesitated. There was something in her blood warn- ing her against him though her pulses leaped to the temptation. She was wrong. She was alive and eager. It was little fun to spend her free time alone as she usually did or, worse still, listening to Aunt Jessie's complaints.
 Why don't you answer me, miss? :? Getting above herself, she is, since she's got g. job. Forgets that raised herr" Aunt Jessie's voice, raised to a whine, would drone on and on. Yes, Jack Warnings com pany would be change from this.
 Still she refused, Mot this time," she said. She fibbed, I'm busy Saturday."
 Acknowledged and in the back of her brain lay the admission that she would not dare to go for fear of what MT Ernest Heath might say. His lean, aristocratic face rose be- fore her. She thought of the dis taste his fine eyes would express if he heard she was "gadding round" with Jack Waring. It would seem to cheapen her. Susan felt. Other girls did it-yes. Somehow she could not.
 But Waring was not finished with her yet. Impudently he put his shaven, mocking face so close to Susan's that she could smell the scent of the lilac lotion he used. Watch out" he whispered. We Warnings usually get what we want"
 Almost those audacious lips grazed the girls flaming cheek.
 A voice broke in on the tableau. Ernest Heath's voice. Sarcastic and cold as ice it fell on Susan's mortified ears.
 "very charming, indeed! And now should like to know what's going on here if you're not too busy to tell mel"
 Scarlet, aghast, Susan leaped to her feet.
 She was speeches.. No words came to her defense. She twisted her hands, looking in her angry innocence the very picture of guilt.
 Ernest Heath's thin lips drew to-, gether in a straight, forbidding- line. He strode into the private office without another glance at the girl. Over his shoulder he threw these words:
 .'I'd like to see you at once, War ing, Alone."
 (To Be Continued)