The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-08-08

lOuCAAIlS AAS AOAVAVoNs
 "This is glorious!' Lottie called to them.
 Suddenly they reached a ridge, l overlooking one of many broad, shallow valleys on the highway. A lacework of bare trees attempted to hide the village beyond, it's few spires pricking into the sunshine ! like gleaming bayonets.
 Further still, near the broad sum- init at the north, was an estate. On a terraced hill, above lawns and shrubberies, there lowered huge house. A copy of French chateau of the last century. A golf course had been laid out beyond the build ings. The terraced walls dropped to a stream below where in summer ducks. swans and peacocks would sun themselves.
 That's Twilands," Steve an- nounced briefly, nodding toward the house.
 "You've been here before. steve?' Mona asked.
 Several times"
 "Why, it's like the movies!" crowded Lottie, in ecstacy. I've al- | way wanted to go inside one of tUcSS Ol8 AIOu6Co WACAO yOu A0NO " send out a searching party to To- without a guide. I'v always wanted to semaphore a person sitting op- posite me at dinner-!"
 "It's a fine old place." Steve in- terrupted.
 Indeed 1t was a fine old place. Twilands, even from a distance, bespoke years of tradition, years of culture and care. Mona could pie ture the small Barry straggling about that lawn in white rompers, swimming in the pool or jogging | along the country roadside on his l pony
 She thought of him returning here from school bringing his friends. At the time she and Steve had been swinging along Third ave- nue on the backs of ice wagons. and being shoed from the neighbours steps with their tops and jack | stones Barry had been living in this beautiful place.
 Barry should appreciate his good fortune!" Lottie declared.
 The fortunate young man met them just within the gate. emerg- ing from the shrubbery as the car | whirled inside. Steve damned on the brakes swiftly. Barry was bare headed, a dog nosing at his heels. He was dressed in heavy boots. riding brooches and sweater that was not new.
 ''It's great to see your" he ex- claimed, springing on the running board and pushing the dog aside with one large brown hand. Drive on Steve. Wen have another break fast If you can stand 1t. I've only had coffee. Then we'll take a tramp or something"
 The car crossed the gravel stretch and halted under the porte cochere where Mrs Faxon. the Townsend's housekeeper. met them, smiling. The girls understood at once that she was more than an employe. In her 25 years of service Mrs Faxon had been governess. sec. retary and now hostess" was prob. ably the word to express her posi-. ton. As Steve put 1t later. she Iran the place" even when his uncle was there.
 Barry introduced them. standing with his arm about Mrs Faxon'i shoulders. She was q charming woman, somewhat over 50. wltf soft white hair and face fai younger than her years. Lottie with great restraint, refrained from
 mentioning the rather obvious TO. semblance Mrs Faxon bore to ( motion picture duchess.
 She greeted the girls charmlngly
 "You would have thought Barr,
 had never had guests befere," shs said, q was afraid he'd walk hal
 way Co White Plains to meet you |
 you didn't come soon"
 she added that Barry's unei'
 was away but that they would tTj
 10 AO Che hOnors in hia absence
 ManA saiiGht the solemn wink DaF