The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-04-20

man particularly. He was too dark and intense and sort of-well, stil- len--to attract her. But he was young man. A potential admirer. She was tired of having the other She was tired of having the other girls crow over her. Even a Ben Lampman. moody and musical and taciturn, would be better than mo- body!
 Thus Susan's thoughts.
 You're not hearing word I'm saying,' grumbled Aunt Jessie. Cant think what gets into you these days! I said it's 10 past 8 and you'll be late again if you don't run for the car"
 Susan came out of her daze and gulped the last of the coffee. She rushed down the hall and flung on her las tyear's hat. It wasn't at all like the nes in the shop windows but Susan couldn't help that. Her glowing gray eyes, richly curling hair, and the color that came and went fltfully in her heart-shaped face triumphed over the handicap of last years milli- nery.
 She hurried back into the kitchen to say goodby to Aunt Jessie. The dishwater was making an obligato in the clipped tin pan as Aunt Jes- sic furiously turned on faucets and swirled an aged dish-mop. Aunt Jessie did everything energetically. It was her way.
 She pecked at Susan's cheek and muttered: You'll be late, sure's you're born. Never did see such a sleepyhead. You take after your mothers folks, that way"
 She was still grumbling as Susan ran down the back stairs to take the short cut to the corner where she caught the surface car. The girl sighed, singing to a strap. Why was Aunt Jessie such a grouch? She loved her Susan knew that! Hadn't she nursed her through diphtheria during her first year in high school? Hadn't she brought her back to life when prac- tically everybody had given her up for dead? Oh. Susan knew Aunt Jessie really cared for her but She had such a queer way of showing it. That, thought Susan shrewdly, was Aunt Jessie's generation. Un- | compromising, hard on others as well as themselves They couldn't help it. T was raised right and I'm going to see you are the same" { | Aunt Jessie often said grimly when l the young girl complained of stric- lures.
 Raised right' meant going to bed early and rising early; having very little fun, made-over clothes, putting money in the bank, quot ink handsome is as handsome does' and thinking the devil lurked in wineglass. Well. maybe they were right but Susan thought there must be more in life than just that. She hoped so, anyway.
 Her heart sank when she thought | of the day before her and she Tipped the pages of her book as she swayed and jerked to the un- certain rhythm of the street cars progress. up in front, there, up in front" droned the conductor as more and more passengers crowded in at every corner.
 It promised to be a warm day. The freshness of early morning was vanishing as they neared the down. 1 town district. The odors of asphalt under sun, of gasoline fumes, of human bodies and cheap scents mingled together. Susan hated 1t. | She wondered how that fastidious looking young man, Robert Dunbar rode into town. Probably on a com fortable suburban train with room enough to stretch his long legs and read his morning newspaper. She envied him. He seemed to be visi- tor from another sphere with his fine linen. his well fitting lounge suits.