The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-03-02
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saiesgiri in Barclay's Department
 store, lives with her extravngant
 mother, MOLLY ROSTER, her
 elder sister, MIRA, and her
 young brother, MIKE. The two
 girls support the family. Molly
 folishly spends money saved tO
 nay the rent. Ellen decides to
 work at night at Dreamlard ns Q dance hall hostess until the
 sum Is innde up. The hostessee
 must wear evening dresses and
 Ellen owns none.
 STEVEN BARCLAY, . man of
 B7, and Ellen's employer, sees
 the girl crying and discovers the
 situation. He offers to give Ellen
 Q dress but she proudly refuses.
 He then loans her . dress from
 stock.
 Ellen dimes with Barclay and
 he drives her to Drearnlaud
 where he leaves her. Ellen is
 half.pIeascd, half-frightened by
 hcr wealthy empioyer's obvious
 intercat in her. But she forgets
 him entirely when at Dreamland
 she meets handsome young LAR.
 RY HARROWGATE, an artist,
 who prospects, in his own phrase
 are exactly nothing. She eagerly
 accepts Illrry'e invitation to ten Now Ses Ici,oC'Ss Go oS wIffH Hrf THE STORY
 CHAPTER VII
 Ellen had never before realized how many steps there were in the i've long flights that led to her own home, She was really very tired but she climbed doggediy for. ward, determined not to stop. The hall was hot and stuffy, piled up at the landings with rubbish awaiting the janitor's disposition. The house vas asleep. Through thin walls she could hear the heavy sound of breathing and even the restless stirrings of the sleepers. At the second floor she Identified Q terrify- ing buzzing sound as Papa Clancy's snore.
 She chuckled and pushed on.
 Halfway between the fourth floor and the fifth she was unpleasantly surprised to see light shining from beneath the living room door of her own apartment. Oh, dear. someone was still awake! All the way home on the subway she had planned to hop straight into bed 0H0 uEtAb Vsa " otVSk Vh sstV ss&O Ss her own glamorous imaginings. She did not want to share those imagin- ings or to discuss her experiences of the day. Now there was no help for 1t.
 With . resigned sigh she unlock ed the door and stepped into the Rosater living room. Molly Ros. siter, bright-eyed and wide-awnke, sat at a battered mahogany table playing solitaire. Molly's solitaire was the joke of the family. When. ever she was beaten it was her habit to re-arrange the cards and to proceed with the play. By faith. fully adhering to that system, she never failed to run out all her cards.
 eve just beaten old Sol" she announced innocently as Ellen en- tered.
 Then she sprang up and ran to greet her daughter.
 "sit down, darling." she urged. You look tired to death. Do you want coffee? Shall I risk 1t or will you make 1t yourself? Did you have a good time? Tell me every
 Help. help" pleaded Ellen faint: iy, as she sank into Q chair and pushed her hat back off her damp forehead. You'll have to give me q chance. I'm winded. Don't bother bee."
 Mot before you tell me all about 1t, are your" Molly walled in child. ish disappointment.
 "You should have gone to bed. honey" Ellen told her, as her tenn porary annoyance faded. But since you didn't. what do you want to know especiaiiy?"
 q couldn't have slept Q wink" Molly protested earnestly, clasping her hands about her bare knees. T was too anxious to hear about everything-about thu dress partic. ulariy. Did you look beautiful? Where Is it?"
 "It's at Dreamland. I guess I looked all right" Ellen tackled the questions in reverse order.
 "Oh, Ellen don't be so provoke ing! You aren't telling me any thing! You only said over the phone Mir Barclay had lent 1t to you. What was he like? Was he nice?"
 Ellen understood that Molly wanted to know whether or not Barclay had been personal. Her mother was trembling with eager- ness to share Barclays every in- donation, his every facial express sion. What had he done? What had he said? How had he looked? |? She wanted to knov. not only what Ellen had thought but even what Ellen thought Barclay had thought. In short she was prepared for a sentimental orgy.
 Ellen could not help being mild ly irritated when her mother was in such @ mood.
 He was rather nice." she an- swered listlessly. "He's quite old, you know-not likely to be enthu- siastic. But extremely kind"
 .Then you saw him only in his office?"
 "He drove me to Dreamland", Ellen conceded reluctantly.
 "Eilen, that's simply marvelous!" Molly exclaimed ecstatically. "I was sure this morning that something was going to happen. told you. Don't you remember?"
 "Oh, stop it!" Ellen wanted to say.
 But she managed to hold her tongue. Molly, lost in romantic speculations, saw nothing of her daughters discomfort. Nor did Elien's patient and not quite truth | full assurances that Barclay had said not one word to indicate any, thing except a friendly interest, dis lodge Molly from her firmly in- trenched notion that he had fallen