The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-03-23

The person who "sees red" may afterward "feek blue." q thought you trusted me-" he began.
 uncomfortab
 Then don't call me sir"
 "1ts just habit. I won't do it again, sir"
 They both laughed. After that | 1t was easier. All at once Ellen saw Steven Barclay again, saw him in all his kindness and gen. tleness for the first time in weeks. During that time she had had hurried engagement with him but always his image had been blurred by the image of the man who was absent.
 You're working yourself to death and 1 won't have It." Steven said sternly. "I'm too fond of you to see you deliberately drive yourself to Q nervous collapse"
 Ellen found his anxiety com fortlng, found 1t sweet to forget the fears and fevers which had J consumed her and to be wrapped | III tuiS lHuIiitc BSHtiSpGSS' ohS reused abruptly.
 Tt won't be for long now" she said with a grateful smile. 1.-TWO weeks from tomorrow I'm giving up my job at Dreamland. I've slacked at the store. l know. I've been so tired but I'll do better soon."
 "Give up both jobs tomorrow, Steven suggested suddenlyh Give them up and marry me. Let me take you to Switzerland where it's always cool and the whole world plays. Let me give you leisure. Let me take over the responsibili- ties that are wearing you to q shadow"
 switzeralnd in midsummer. Molly and Mike cared for. Myra able to marry--oh, 1t was an al- turing vision to the weary, heavy eyed girl. She saw herself with the world for a playground, saw at her side q man who adored her, q man who could give her everything except the will-o'-wisp she had fancied she found fin Larry Harrowgate's laughing eyes.
 T can't do it," Ellen whis-
 For the first time Steven expe- rienced the sharp shock of jeal- ousy. He asked in deadly earnest ness the question Larry Harrow. gate not three weeks before had put so lightly. ..
 "cllen is there someone else?'
 "Not now" she muttered.
 The tawny head came up, "There never was" she amended deiiantIy, wary eyes on Barclays face lest he should read her shame and pain.
 Steven dared not continued. He watched her as she murmured q goodby and slipped away from his office, That was on Wednesday. Ellen pleaded off from her duties nt Dreamland and went directly from the store to the Brooklyn apartment. Molly. stretched out on n couch in the cool blast Of a tiny, noisy electric fan, greeted her languldly, closed her eyes and was asleep again.
 Ellen bathed, changed Into a house frock and pulled her mop of haid straight back from her forehead, vigorously tanning the rebellious curls at the nape Of her neck.
 By that time Myra was home from the library. They were hay Ing u cold supper. She and Myra prepared 1t in the kitchen. the coolest room In the apartment be- cause of it's northern exposure. Myra chopped Ice for the tea ana made thin bread and butter sand- wiches. Ellen sliced chilled toma. toes, cucumbers, and onions ana | tho antnd howl with button of garlic, speared on the end of fork.
 its nice to have you back again." Myra observed, smiling ut her sisters cautious efforts to avoid being smeared with the gar lie.
 Funny, l have the same sort of feeling" Ellen said absently we don't seem to have had any real talks for weeks. It's been too hot for anything"
 Well, 1t will be September
 "It's hard to believe that it will ever snow again and that we'l freeze running for the subway isn't it?"
 Ellen sighed at the thought of Ichrysanthemums and football game! and days when hot chocolate would seem delicious. Incredible tonight that great fires would roar again that snow would come peltine through the air. that violets would be worn on furs!
 "Is everything all right-now? Myra asked lightly after long absorbed silence.
 Ellen felt familiar stab oi pain.
 Tt seems to be-" she said care. fully. But I don't know-it may be the heat. couldn't at the mo. ment shed a tear if all New York fell to ruins and you and with it.
 She poured olive oil and cider vinegar into the yellow mixing bowl and sprinkled paprika with a lavish hand. As she began the studied carelessness:
 Miss Bowes is back from Flu rope"
 "I saw it in the paper" Myra replied unwillingly. But you don't care so much do you, honey?
 "Oh, no, I don't care."
 Ellen went at the salad dress ing with such vigor that the oil and vinegar separated and she had to bind them together with ar egg. She made so much noise fur ther conversation was impossible But when the dressing was blended and perfect she spoke once more carelessly this time.
 steven Barclay asked me te marry him again to-day"
 That's not news." Myra laugh. cd, covering the awkwardness she felt.
 "The news is." Ellen remarked somberiy. "that a single feather would have showed me over the edge and I'd have accepted"
 There's no sense advising peo.