The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-06-08

fresh cup.
 Susan heard the words as in q dream. She slipped the steamins liquid, grateful for the burning sensation 1t afforded her. She felt numb.
 Whats the mater. childY Don't you feel well?"
 "Yes, perfectly. Only I've just re- membered have an errand to do."
 She flung on her hat and coat and tore out of the house. There was a pay station at the corner drug store. She fumbled the pages of the telephone book and caned Q number.
 "Is MT Dunbar in?"
 A shadow of disappointm nj fitted over her face. No, thanks, no message. I'll call him later.' Susan paused, irresolute. at the stand where the telephone director ies were kept and rified the page, again. There was a chance Bob might be at his fathers office. l Again she was doomed to disa D. | pointment. Young MT Dunbar was not in, the operator said. She had no idea when he might be. He sell dom came to the office on Satur. days. There was just n chance that madam might find him at the coun- try club. Did madam know the number? If she would wait min ute 1t would be found for her. Stu san held the receiver, the blood pounding in her ears. After Q long wait the operators mechanical voice came back over the wire. No Mir Dunbar wouldn't be at the club to-day. The operator had just learn ed MT Dunbar was leaving on the Century for New York.
 Susan thanked her and stumbled out of the booth. So he had meant what he said yesterday about leav- ing town. She had thought 1t tho idlest sort of threat. Bob had spoken recklessly about shipping or a tramp steamer for Central Amer. ica. Oh. she must stop him before 1t was too late!
 "The Twentieth Century leave, at 12:40 from the LaSalle street station, doesn't it?"
 | The clerk behind the counter stammered, I'm sure don't know Miss"
 The huge clock in the corner tes. l tifed to the fact 1t was 10 min. utes past 10. Susan had not real. ized that breakfast had been SC late. She flew back to the house.
 "I'm going down town," she told Mrs Milton. "I don't know when I'll be back"
 What time is 1t your aunt gets in?"
 Tonight at eight" The girl laughed aloud. She had com mpletely forgotten about Aunt Jessie. Well that was all right. She would have plenty of time for that later. The thing to do now was to catch Boh at the station. She changed her clothes and dressed with meticulous care. The fawn-cOlored suit hang ing in the closet tempted her but she ignored 1t. Instead she put on her old blue coat with the beaver collar. It was a cold, damp day and the moisture brought out the wavi- ness in her cloudy dark hair. She smiled at herself in the glass. not | III pleased at the reflection. She was shabby. 1t is true. but some how 1t didn't seem 10 matter. She was conscious of deep surge of happiness within her.
 She was dressed and ready with time to spare, but in spite of the fact she became horribly nervous us the trolley Jerked and dawdled its way down town. What If she should miss Bob? What if he should change his plans and leave from another station? She paled at the thought. It was not quite IF O. clock when Susan reached the sta ton. All at once her errand seem cd undignifed and foolish. He might be travelling with other peo. pie. He might not want to see her after their quarrel yesterday. Hei face grew hot and her palms icy.
 The walt seemed interminable The big station with it's rows oi wooden benches, It's gloomy reaches of space, oppressed her. Sht watched, fascinated, q little group of foreigners who had alighted from an eastern train and now stood. i'll at ease and restless, wait Ing for tardy relatives. One oi the women wore q yellow scarf tied around her graying hair, gyps, fashion.
 l Bu8hn Wub lntSTeEteu III tUtIu iVi a few minutes but soon her ncr. vousness, was uppermost again. She had an almost overwhelming desire to run way. She had come on 6 fools errand. With fast beating heart she assured herself that Bot would be remote and cool to her He would not forgive her for things she had said the day before. | n bad u n l.. ing? You don't love me at all You never have. I'm through with you!"
 Of course he had been angry but what if he had really meant iti The girl shivered. and the woman wearing the scarf who had been enyylng and admiring tho tall niisI in the furred coat looked at her curiously.
 Susan wandered out to the re. zion of the train gates and strolled back and forth. The minutes lag. ged. It was cold and draughty here Several weli-dressed couples passed briskIy with laden porters in theii wake. A raklsh looking man in c roman ntic, wIde-brimmed hat swung by. carrying . brief case. There was the hustle and subdued excite. ment attendant to the departure oi the crack train.
 Twelve -twenty. thirty ve-thirty-fve Susan's heafi was like lead in her breast. She had lost him--she .had lost him! Trainmen began to shout orders Last minute stragglers hurried through the gates. impatient at the delay over tickets.
 Her eyes raked the crowd. No tall young man in n dark tepcoht No fair head. or stern jawed brohIe