The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-05-09

enough to settle all these problems. Bill who might have helped, was immersed in his own affairs. That, too, Monnie had to keep from her mothers ears. Bill, 22, the head of the family really, was in love with married woman whose husband was about to get a dlvorce-
 Resolutely she put this thought from her.
 It was later the same day that Sandra ran in to see her, Sandra, very crisp and fresh and fragrant in embroidered batiste of sheerest white, with an ingenue hat trim med with field flowers. Monnie was hot and tired--it was at o'clock--her frock which had seemed 50 cool and immaculate a few hours earlier was now wilted.
 Sandra's tone was light and con- fidential. Demanding a huge jar of the special bath salts Mir Vernon always ordered for her, she leaned over the counter, whispering. My dear, I've such heaps to tell you'll"
 Monnie pushed back the damp bronze ringlets clustering around her forehead and tried to smile. It was a sorry attempt. She felt out of sorts, angry. suspicious. Hadn't Dan at the Country club only a short time before; hadn't she iunched with him? A wave of fur ious jealousy and resentment swept over her but she forced her tone to be calm and dispassionate.
 Have you? Isn't it @ frightfu1 day? I'm perishing--o
 Sandra widened her eyes and fiicked her lashes downward in a way she had.
 T saw--guess who? = today" she murmured importantly.
 Coolly Monnie said, q know, Dan. He told me-"
 Something very like annoyance crept into Sandra's honeyed ex- pression. With an instant flash of precedence Monnie said to herself that Sandra had wanted to make her jealous.
 "She's pretending when she says she's my friend" thought the younger girl bitterly. The knowledge made her cold and for lorn. She hadn't many friends. She was too busy and too poor to make them-and she had counted on Sandra. Last winter the other girl, rich and easy and cultivated, had made things pleasant fer her, had lent her books and invited her to Sunday night suppers. Now everything seemed changed.
 Sandra said importantly, My dear, we talked about you!"
 Did you, indeed!" Monnie hat ed herself when that sarcastic note crept into her voice but she could not keep it out.
 "Danny's such darling" the other continued, lowering her tone so that Miss Anstice Cory who had come in and was pottering around among the toothbrushes, should not overhear her. He's honestly fond of you. Monnie," she contin- ued with faint note of patronage.
 The angry color. crepe into Mon nie's cheek and she smiled bril- liantly, without meaning. Really! How nice of him." she said.
 "Oh, now, don't misunderstood me-" Sandra drawled. "Dan's a bit of a charmer. We both knew that. honsetly feel, Monnie," (this with another side glance at Miss Cory who was near-sighted but far from deaf) "that Dan- will never tie himself to one woman. He's the -the fiirtatious type"
 Was that what you wanted to tell me?" Monnie asked, amber eyes darkening with repressed fury.
 Don't be cross Sandra coaxed "what I really wanted to say, Monnie, was that I think you're wasting your time, watching and worrying about him.
 II didn't know I was doing that" Monnie returned proudly.
 "Ah, but, my dear, those of us who know you best realize you care for Dan. Of course we dol" For an instant Sandra slipped her white, beautifully manicured hand over the others and Monica was conscious of the contrast. She had hel\ad MT Vernon open a packing case that afternoon and had brok- en a nail. She felt gauche. and grimy beside the other girls per lection.
 My dear, you did?" Sandra quite glowed. "I think you were perfectly right. I think that's just the medicine he needs. He'll begin to realize how spoiled he is.