The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-05-16
CHAPTER xXIy

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 Susan glanced down at her blue serge. We'll, she had nothing to change to so this would have to be all right. She danced with Arnold, hating 1t. Arnold must have had an ancient pipe tucked away some- where on his person. It was not pleasant.
 As the music stopped abruptly an announcer's voice began rau- cously to chatter about the merits of a certain tooth paste. Susan was conscious of a new pair of eyes staring at her. She tried to disen- gage herself, but Arnold kept his hand on her arm.
 Walt a bit" he said smugly. This fellow will be finished in q minute and we can go on."
 There was no help for her. Through the shadows she saw the tall figure of Bob Dunbar advance ing. It was not the way in which she would have chosen to meet him after 50 long time. Arnold, freak ish to the point of laughter, held her possessively.
 Susan heard Bob's voice, chill and remote and in that instant she realized what had happened. De- mise had staged this very scene. She had wanted him to find Susan in exactly this way.
 "Whistling in the dark, I'm only whistling in the dark"
 Susan slipped through the French door and stood shivering in the darkness. A wind from the west blew across the tfairies and the stars shone with uncanny bright- ness over her head. It was quiet here. She could almost shut out completely the hateful tune, the swish-swish of feet, and the babble of voices. She felt misery too deep for words. That was why the vastness of the night comforted her.
 The events of the day marched before her eyes like the unrolling of . film. There was the dinner. The oval table with It's lace and ruby glass, the exquisite food, the deft servants gliding in and out. Susan had scarcely tasted any thing. From the moment when she had come down stairs wearing her frock of white lace to find Denise in Bob Dunbar's arms she had been miserable.
 "This is what she asked me for, [" Susan told herself bitterly. Hes hers and she wants me to know it!" Why such course should give the girl any satisfaction Susan could not understand. The tall, fair young man had been her friend, nothing more. and that only briefly. If Susan had imag- ined that some divine flash of understanding had passed between the two, she had been wrong. She If her heart felt like asstone in her breast that was her affair and no others. This interminable night would be over. There would be to- morrow, when she could return home and resolutely forget all her foolish dreams.
 The worst of 1t was that Denise was bad foS him. With laughter and encouragement she had had Bob's glass filled again and again at tho table. What had sent her out into the night was the fact that Bob Dunbar,( now quite drunk had danced with her. It had been hide- ous! Through the crowd Susan iiad caught u glimpse of Denise's blight. malicious face as she watch eh them.
 Bob had said not too steadily Didn't know you belonged in this artist crowd. Surprised to sec you"
 She was to sick at heart to an- swcr him clearly to explain that really she did not belong with them. As soon as she could she had slipped away from him and come out here to think things out. But she could not stay much longer, She was shuddering with cold now. Her only evening wrap. the beauti- full rose shawl that one of the Careys had brought to his wife back in the sos. was in the dress- ing room.
 The girls instinct was for flight She could find her way back to the house she thought. She could pack her things and leave q note and walk to the station. It would bn childish aha knaxv ana nerha ms