The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-10-30
S9o1y0tteu, SWEETHEART
SYNOPSIS

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 BOB WESTON. son of a mil- uonairc, has fallen in love with JOAN WAKING, pretty Mem phis girl. Bob hnd come tO Mem- phis i'm conencfion with a textile plant under construction for 7zis fathers company.
 BARBARA COURTNEY. a so- ciety girl, is sche1nin9 to win him away from Joan.
 PAT, Joap's younger sister, fs infatuated with JERRY FOR- HESTER, son Of her employer. MRS WAKING, hopeful that her two daughters will marry well and escape the drudgery that has ben her lot, bends every effort to give her daughters advantages.
 Joan Is Invited to Q house party through Barbara's efforts. Barbara realizes Joan win be i'll at ease among so many strang- CTS and will therefore appear at disadvantage before Bob. Joan. offended by Bob's neglect, plays Ninto BarbaFa's hands by driving to . barbecue e1pper with JIM WAKEFIELD. Barbara draws Joan into q bridge game after discovering that she is . novice and Joan, as BOb's partner, shows mp badly among the ex. perienced players.
 CHAPTER XIII
 Joan was determined not to show her embarrassment, trying to think sensibly, conscious of hef. strained voice and stiff smile. Queer how anything so unimportant as a bridge game could seem so terribly important, as though 1t might af- feet the rest os ones life.
 She wished she had refused to play. She would never have aI- lowed herself to be drawn into a tennis game, knowing she was a poor player, or gone to a dance if she danced badly.
 Barbara was playing an un- usually good game. She seemed to- make impossible contracts by some psychic bid or lucky play. Twice Bob praised her with 8 brief, Good work, Barbara!'
 The second rubber ended. Bar bara suggested another rubber, since she and Fred were winners.
 I'm afraid we're not lucky to- day. Bob said. "Iow much do VIC owe your"
 'It's a 30 rubber. That's sf.5o each. We'll have to take you and Joan on again."
 Joan was athinking passionately; Never again with mel" She felt sick, bruised. as though she had taken a beating.
 On the way upstairs to get her purse she passed the table where Jim was playing with Enid, Charlie and Carroll.
 How'd you come out?" Jim
 We lost. said Joan.
 "You'll always lose to Barbara, Jim said drly. "she knows her game"
 Yes. Joan admitted to herself. She would always lose to Barbara.
 Bridge is fool pastime, but I'll teach you more about 1t If you'd care to learn," Jim said. "I'm cutting out of the game after this rubber; If you like I'll give you a Joan accepted. she was grateful to him. She felt easy and natural with Jim.
 "Jim's going to give Joan Ies- SOuS 0dTUdTd edlul 4.st s.s-is t7-
 "Jim knows lots of games" Fred agreed. Wine. women and song The line was written about that fellow"
 "Better warn your friend. Rob-" falling for Jim's line.
 Bob said nothing. He was thor oughly annoyed. He had been so proud to bring Joan here but some thing had certainly gone. wrong. Joan didn't seem to be the same girl he had known in Memphis at all.
 Upstairs they were dressing for dinner. Joan. looking through her meager wardrobe. inspected Pats red chiffon, loaned for the house party. She had brought. also. the white dress she had worn the night she sang at the Junior League benefit. Joan finally decided on the white. It was simpler but smarter than the chiffon.
 She slipped into the dress, dusted clear skin with powder and added more rouge than usual toNher lips. In the mirror she saw Barbara watching her. Their eyes met and hold.
 'sWhy," Joan thought. with a flash of intuition. "She's afraid of mel"
 Barbara was wearing a black frock with a cape of gold sequins. She was a picture of capitalization with her highly colored finger nails and smooth, perfectly waved hair. No detail of her toilet had been overlooked.
 eve are like two fighters gird- ing for battle." Joan thought. There was a touch of high comedy about it all. She studied her re- flection for a moment, then un- clasped the antique necklace that had been her grandmother's, lifted it from her slender throat and laid
 "Oh, Barbara. that dress is gor- geous!" cried Sally from the door
 .Barbara's out for more scalps. As if the blond scalp she's fiaunt- ing shouldn't be enough for any rirl!'' said Carol. Shades of Helen of Troy. Cleopatra and the Queen ps shebaW
 .aThs girl has glamour" said Sally
 "joan. you're lovely" Carol said.
 T like your pale look. It's mys-