The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-03-05
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Beautiful ELLEN ROSsITER,
a salesEirl in Barclays Depart
fnent store, lives with her mo-
tI,er. MOLLY ROSSETER, her
elder sister. MYRA. and her
young brother, MIKE. Molly fool
ishIy spends money saved 60 pay
the rent. STEVEN BARCLAY,
man Of 50 and Ellen's employ
or Lends her an evening dress 50
she can secure Q job dancing
nights at DREAhfIIAND. M
At the dance hall she meets
handsome IlAARY HARROW
GATE, nm artist, and accepts his
invitation to tea next day. Bar
Iclay sends her roses. Distressed
that the gift Is not from Larry,
Ellen quarrels, with her mother
and sister who openly favor the
wealthy Barclay. Myra shows
her o newspaper announcement
of Larry's engagement to ELIZA
BETH BOWES, debutantc.
Bruken.hearted, Ellen breaks
her tea date with him. She also +
returns the dress to Barclay and
Is disturbed to see that he has no
intention Of dropping their friend
Sim heartsick over Larry she
returns the next night to Dream
VOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER x
Ellen knocked at the door of
Steven Barclays Office at Ave min
utes past one. Under her arm, care
fully wrapped in tissuC paper, was
the ivory taffeta dress There had
been time enough, after all, for her
to pick up the borrowed dress be-
fore going on to the store.
That morning in the basement
had been no worse than any sum-
mer morning. But 1t had seemed
to Ellen that the morning would
never end, had seemed to her that
before the slow hands of the clock
dragged to / o'clock she would be
dead of suffocation. The morning
had ended; she was not dead, even
though she felt that there was no
particular reason for continuing 70
live. Life was tiresome and stupid
and unfair.
She tried to convince herself that
Larry had been only casual In
fatuation but she could not forget
how different the morning would
have been IL only she had not read
n newspaper clipping. IL only the
day could have gone as she had
dreamed It would. Even the fact
that she was calling on the "big
boss" that he had sent her flowers,
things which only the day before
would have left her trembling with
excitement, seemed dull and unim-
portant and completely colorless.
She knocked again. Barclays sec
rotary, Ruth Tevis, o plain girl
whose plainness was heightened by
heavy eye glasses, opened the door.
"Mr Barclay had to go out Tor
a minute" she said, peering over
the tortoise shell frames OF her
spectacles. HE told me to ask you
to wait II you will"
When Ellen was seated In the
dim, cool Office with the dress ovce
her lap, the secretary began fuss
ing unnecessarily and a trifie off,
cIousiy with the flowers on the rose
wood desk, rearranging them, pluck
ing a leaf here and there and slid
iry the slender crystal vases an
inch nearer the center. She moved
a pile of typed letters. awaiting
Barclays signature, to the left of
the desk, then back to the right
again.
"You were here yesterday, were
MT your" she asked casually. {.
eyes" Ellen replied.
She wished the other girl would
NE stare so. The steady, near-sight-
ed regard of those pale eyes was
hAe Anaogu aud narvnua
insure Of herself. Ruth Tevis clear
ed her throat and opened her
mouth--to ask another question,
Ellen was sure-just as Steven en-
tered.
He said impersonally to Ellen,
I'm sorry kept you waiting. Miss
Rosslter."
And to the secretary, "I'll cali
you IL need you, Miss Tevis."
His words were dismissal. With
a dissatisfied glance at Ellen.
Miss Tevis turned and went into
her own Office. As IL by accident
she managed to leave the adjoining
door n trife ajar but Barclay rose
and closed It.
Miss Tevis, I'm AFRAID" he re-
marked with twinkle In his eye
and an entire change of manner,
us beginning to be curious"
Ellen went directly to the point.
She was, to tell the truth, vaguely
disturbed. The secretary's attitude
had In a small way served to con-
firm her mothers pleased insist
ence, her own secret fears OF the
morning. It was possible. II was
more than possible that Barclays
interest In her was more than