The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-02-27

scarely reached the door when he looked up. recognizing the sound of 'her footstepts.
 ''Sheila!"
 She rushed forward and slipped m arm around the bent shoulders affectionately. Hello. TimIny I've been hearing things about you! Ma says you're gettin fa- mous."
 Timmy's worn face lighted with smile. I'm doing right well, Sheila. Gnd that's fact. Joe says he's going to have to look out or I'll be getting ahead of him."
 The musician's fingers slipped over the keys in soft, teasing melody. How do you like that?"
 T think It's lovely" sheila said. And she meant 1t. Listen. Timmy, 1 want you to have lunch with me. We'll go anywhere you say. There are lot of things l want to talk about"
 A few moments later they set off together.
 II hear you're not working. Shella." Timmy said soberly. This will be my party. child. And If you need money"
 For answer she took hold of his arm: I'm working, she said seem to land the right sort of part. I will before long, though, and anyhow this is my treat to- day. Remember 1 asked you!"
 They made an odd palr---thc stoop -sho uldered. shabbily dressed blind musician and the lovely, slender girl who moved like a young queen at his side. Many q song writer, many an actor. sue. cossful and otherwise, spied them and envied Blind Timmy. Except for a nod or glance of greeting now and then Sheila had words for no one except her companion. He might have been the most eligible beau in all New York. 50 attentively did she devote herself to each word he was saying.
 In q secluded corner of Chinese restaurant they ordered lunch. The walters knew Timmy here, anticipated his wishes, plnc- Ing salt. pepper. knife and fork deftly for him, serving him care fully. :.
 I know there are IOtB or things l miss In iife." Timmy told Sheila cheorfully. "I remember how pretty I used to think fruits and vegetables looked. used to think there was nothing prettier In the world than the color of ripe. fresh tomatoes. cant sec them now of course.
 "Then l realized that there are Ai ihar nouttft,t thi 1aft tA x,a that other folks may not recog- nize. There's your lovely voice. sheila--though everyone loves that. There's the sound of your feet when you're dancing. Little. delicate taps so light and grace ful and musical. can feel the beauty of warm spring day in the park and can smell the green of the trees and the shrubs. The roar of the city is music to me. sheiia. though to others 1t may bo noise."
 "And there's your music, Timmy." she said softly. T think it's beautiful" She nodded to the waiter, handing him q coin. At the rear of the room thore was c victoroia and the waiter slid q record under the worn needle. Music poured forth -- Timmy's song, April Days.
 Softly ss;sseila crooned the melody. "See 2" she said. "Evcrybody knows your music. And they love 1t. too. Maybe if you could see the ugliness of New York, the crowding and poverty and sinfuiness your music wouldn't be 50 sweet"
 TImmy raised c hand to his face. It, might or 1t might not have been tear that ho brushed from his cheek. SheiIa," he said. "It's your sing ing. I wish 1 could sec your face when you sing just as wish ! could see your feet when you
 Back at Henri's that afternoon sheiIa met the pompous, impor- tant little designer as she was hur- rying along n corridor. Miss Trevor called" he said. "she wants you to spend q weekend at her home on Long Island. Shc said she wants your advice about some new costumes. Wants to Dc sure the dresses will suit the background of her home. know very well that's nonsense but vol, she will order the dresses made hero 50 what could l dor"
 "Is she inviting me to her home 2" sheila asked.
 Yes" Henri srumbled. "For this Sunday. In spite of our rules suppose l must lot you go. But remember you will be there for business. No flirtationslv
 Dorothy teiephoned to Shelia Ister. "Dih simon Legree sive