The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-05-02
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"f think you might have wired should certainly have met y0u." Hs seemed agRrisved. There was aH undsrtone Of real contention in their light talk. Susan tried not
 "I always like 10 give you sur. psises!" There was an edge t0 Mrs Heath's tons, "One never knows-.--" Her voice trailed on and whether unwittingly Or not her gage strayed Co the young girl typing furiousIy at her desk. susan heard Heath say with some heat thet he disiiked surprises intensely She thought that altogether the meeting was rather odd for . hus' band and wife who had been sepn' rated for months.
 After q tactfui moment WnrinR slipped away and Susan was sum , m0ned Co pieraon'a Gubbyhole t0 heip him check some figures. She grew absoFbed in the task and fors got to notice tho hum of voices, now low and rather mon0tonouh. in the private office.
 In an interiude Pierson inquired with A jerk of his head, How dye like her iadyshlp?"
 Susan flushed. "Shsh very st' traetive."
 Pierson drew down hls left aye. Id in \ Rrotssqus wink. Some boss. she i"' feel sorry for the old man"
 Abruptly he adjusted his cyprss. sion and began monot0nously to read figures aloud Mrs Heath was leaving.
 Susan heard her name called. Her employer, looking mildly hu. tered, said, You've not met Mrs Heath, [ believe. Miss Carey"
 Mrs Heath looked Into space . traction of an inch oyer huaai . head and the trmveSty of \ smile visited hsr thin. beautifully moIded lips. Then she WAS gone, leaving drift Of expensive, subtle scent "Whswi Thank God that's ovsr." muttercd the bookkeeper m the hall door slammed. we won't have another visitation for another six months"
 susan smiled. feeling a sense of klnsbip with the little man. "O'C0nnell knew how 10 handle her." Pisrhon ramblsd on. ainIably inclined to gossip. "O'conneil had her number. Don't" he warned bsnsvoisntiy, "dont let her get your goat. Miss Carey. You're not married Co her like the boss ls. Honestly. the poor guy has my
 suSan tola herself that of course she didn't mind if Mrs Heath treated her like the paper on the wall. why should nheY Bhe didn't know what tho rules of etiquette for smpioyerH' wives were, hut she rather thought more gracious mood was indicated. Oh. wall. what did it mattsr7 One snub moro or less in n cold and urfsallng world
 "rm leming for ths day." Heath said over her shoulder. lilr pale, asostic face assmed flushed and annoyed, wf MhcWhiR cnlls from Esw York tell ths operator to get my house aft"r four o'clock"
 Jack WarinE snuntsred 0ver 10 Busnn'H dssk later.
 "ititzed you, eh' Ills keen tyes under his sandy thntch wsrc smiI. Ing but sympathetic,
 Husan shrugged. "f guess 70. "WhAt does it mattsr7" But there was \ iine of bitterness about her young mouth.
 "chlld, don't you care'" Bhs looked up, surprised nt the ears peatneM of Waring'a usually ban. thring voice. Hhs avoided him these days, fearing M recurrence of his nlrtatiouS manner, But WArinE soeIned wholly iB earnest. Almost fathsrly.
 "1'hankH," Susan asld Soberiy, She was struck by new, not als together unWSlcOms thought.
 What if hhs should nnd \ friend in this nhn1
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