The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-08-09
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" stood fer a moment, the crisp air filling their lungs.
 "Great stunt" cried Barry, breathing deeply.
 And yet" Mona pointed out. you're leaving it." "oh, yesI My business, you see, isn't here"
 They set out briskly on the road leading toward the stables. You must rough 1t at the mines"
 Mona said.
 Barry shook his head ''No, we don't rough it. shouldn't say that Mona spread her hands to indi-
 cate Twinlands at one motion. This
 is luxury! Surely" Barry nodded. "Luxury. And
 idIeness and, more or less. dissen.
 sion! Maybe Pve told you my uncle
 and don't get on very we'll. We I've very nearly stopped trying.
 Twilands is, in way, half mine, you see. It's my home. ! couldn't pass up Twilands-" He paused uncertainty. Of course have my own income but it's tied up so my uncle can really supervise
 the spending of every dime. At the mines am someone. The whole place belongs to us. We have huge house--you should see those houses
 in the tropics! High. wide and
 handsome. Latticed to let the air in and not a pane of glass in the
 whole building. We dine on the veranda, watching the firefiies in the dark. We have books---not too
 many, because the insects destroy
 the bindings. They feast on book. binders blue. 1t seems. We have
 huge beds like King What's-his- name died in, with netting draped over the sides. shouldn't say we
 rough 1t. There's golf club near enough for convenience. And we
 have our island. We go there oc- casionaly for holidays" They walked a few moments and then Barry continued, You can
 buy linen suit down there for 30 cents"
 'Help!" Mona exclaimed, laugh
 ing. Il see was wrong! You don't
 rough 1t at all! Remember. live
 on wicked, costly Third avenue" The dogs came tumbling out to
 stretched out invitingly. Lacy trees | Mona and Barry strolled across | the golf course toward a clump of
 naples.
 1T want to show you my little camp Barry said. had it built
 when. was in college. We damned the stream and when there was
 skating l used to have parties there."
 A half mile farther the camp, a small affair at the waters edge.
 came into view. There was wide veranda piled with chairs tipped against the storms. The door was l locked and above it, on high sill.
 was a white chalk line. Barry raised on tiptoe, drew his hand along the
 line and found the key. Careful of the rug there," he called as he swung the door open.
 Too late! Mona had not seen the carpet rolled at her feet. She trip
 ped and stumbled. Barry caught her. "Great Scott, you aren't hurt?" He raised her in his arms fragile burden, and swung her into the room.
 On her feet once more. breathless
 Mona stood laughing. Barry regard
 ed. her seriously. That's an old- fashioned custom, isn't 1t? I've
 heard it somewhere. Swinging ones
 bride over the sill" Mona felt frozen in her tracks.
 Strangely, Barry avoided her eyes and went to explore the living room of the camp. He knelt at the fre- place and nodded with approval when he saw that a fire had been laid. Without speaking Mona fol- lowed him slowly.
 The room was cold and chilly.
 The rugs had been rolled and were
 standing about the walls, the chairs dusty and old but comfortable.
 There were camp beds, denim cov-
 cred and pillowed. Tables. A wide buffet at one end and beyond a
 kitchen, well stocked with staples
 and canned goods.
 Barry, busy at the closet now, was taking rapid stock of the sup ply. Do you think 1t would be fun to have supper down here?" he
 asked. 'I'll get Jimmy to hunt up some steaks and we can bring Jean
 to fix something to go with it. I'll cook the steaks on the grill myself.
 That's something miss at the minew
 "I'd love it!" Mona told him.
 tremulously.
 He had said the word "bride' and then, without warning, he had ap-
 parently forgotten her. He had de-
 liberately dropped the subject.