The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-08-19

ton diamonds instead or the real ones.
 NOW co ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER xxvvII
 At Twilands next morning Mir Townsend eyed a visitor reflec- lively over his glass of grapefruit juice.
 "Ycu didn't frighten her, did you?" he asked.
 The lean brown young man sat down and tossed chain of dia- monds on the table. No"
 MT Townsefd nodded. He picked up the chain, looked at 1t mo- ment and let 1t drop into an empty cup. "I didn't like to have her wear that,"r he remarked. T couldn't very we'll ask her to give 1t to mo either. Did you tell her about the diamond bought for her? The Empress?"
 q did. She didn't turn O hair at the news"
 MT Townsend considered. May be shell ask me for it." he said almost WistIully.
 His companion rose. selected a cigar from a side table and, facing his employer, rocked Q little on his heels. T believe you're in love with your lwife!" he exclaimed.
 Tn older man set down his cof- fee cup before replying. "Well-"
 You didn't want her to wear stones that came from your nep- hew's mine 50 you bought the finest diamond on the market to make up for the robbery! Are you going to let her wear the Em- press?"
 "Why not, indeed! On that point young MT Ashcroft of Townsend. Townsend and Townsend. kept silent. He had liked young Mrs Townsend, Far be 1t from him to depy her the Empress!
 The summer passed and in it's wake came a ceol, clear autumn. Mona visited the AdirOndacks with Mrs Faxon, spent a careful three weeks in selecting clothes, opened the town house once more, went back to her studies.
 Alice, her sister, came back from Atlantic City, whither she had gone with Sonny, at Mona's instigation. Kitty was settled nicely in school, growing taller and important with the new fortunes of the family. Dad was home in his easy chair by the window after month in the country at a cousins boarding house.
 Six months gone, six to come. Mona could go to Reno in May. Were courts open in the summer? Vaguely Mona recalled reference to court opening after the long va- cation. It had been in q motion picture but the lawyers had worn wigs. It must have been an English picture. Maybe things were differ ent over here.
 Mir Townsend was feeling bSe1tS these .dayse Mrs Faxon explained that he would expect to dine with Mona occasionally, driving in with (his car or. when he left Twilands as he frequently did, taking up on abode in the suite set aside for him in the G3d street home.
 Living here ?" asked Mona, pal ing She laid down her riding crop. It was early morning and she had just come in from canter in the park.
 "Ycs, dear. Why not?" Mrs
 
 pected him, didn't you? You've had an opera engagement for I don't know how long! He thought you might like to have lunch with him. Shall say you'll be waiting at onc?"
 sccrtainly.' Mona replied auto matically.
 The girl tossed off her riding coat and, sitting down, began to fum- ble with her boots. Are we lunch- ing here?" she asked composedly.
 T think he intends taking you out somewhere. Mir Townsend has been out very little. They feel 1t would do him good to see people and get about as he used to do."
 "of course" Mona agreed.
 It was 10 o'clock then and the French instructor who arrived at 10:30 kept Mona busy for an hour. After that her hair,was waved by Celeste, the maid. adept in such arts. and her nails were manicured perfectly. #B
 Mona chose tan suit and sable fur with q snug, nondescript little hat of brown to go with 1t. SlTe rarely wore the emerald ring but to-day she took 1t from It's hiding place and slipped 1t on her left hand.
 The car had been ordered for one and. without waiting to be called. she tripped down the stairs into the bright little foyer of the house and back to the library.
 Of all the rooms in the house except of course. her own-Mona liked the library best. It was at the rear of the first floor. walled with stained glass windows through fashion. There were cushioned seats before the windows and the walls were lined with impressive looking books.
 There was fireplace, easy chairs. and q desk with polished surface on which an unused ink stand waited. The room itself had an unusued appearance. Indeed, Mrs Faxon had told Mona that its chief function had been to serve q setting for the children's Christmas trees during the holidays or for small parties given as they grew
 Mrs Faxon had explained that Mir Townsend rarely used it for reading. preferrjng his own book lined sitting room unstairs.
 rho green lights from the win- dowB stained her suit as Mona moved forward to look at some photographs hanging on the fur. iher wall. Strange she had not noticed these before. They could be be no one save Bnrryl That slight slant of eye. the wavo in the smooth blond hair, gaining capitalization as he grow older. Hore wnn iitle Barry, rolling about q fur ri!K, kickifg bare heels and, probably, growing ne he einspod hin Tot little