The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-05-11

call it?-ruthless."
 spun golden hair of hers.
 Isn't he just too grand?"
 Charles? Yes. Wonderful" re- turned Monnie quietly.
 No, not him." cried Kay, heed less of grammar. II mean the boy friend-the broker from the biz city. Is he smooth!"
 "Oh. I didn't notice."
 Kay continued to wield the brush for a few moments without speaking. Then, abruptly, she burst out, II hope you see now that Sandra Lawrence is the kitty-at always told you she was"
 Monnie shrugged. Does Il matter?'
 Not in the least" Kay told her loftily. She's been racketing around the world for years now and hasn't even snatched herself a husband. I think she's getting scared and so has decided to work on something simple like Dan Cardigan"
 "Do you think Dams to be had just for the snatching?" Monnie asked quietly. There was a slow dull pain in her breast.
 Any of lem are," chattered Kay smearing cold cream into her ex- quisite skin and staring at herself in the mirror. You just have to know the rules of the game"
 You mean don't?"
 Kay gave her sister an apprais- ing glance. T guess you know lem all right but the trouble is you lei your feelings get involved. That's bad"
 Monnie couldn't help smiling Where did Kay get all this wis. dom?
 'Laugh at me if you like,' Kay advised equally. But know my stuff. IT prob'ly get what I want I'm-what d'you call it?-ruth- less. You're too worried about the other fellows feelings. It doesn't
 "Do you mind if I turn out the light, Kay" Monnie asked her abruptly. If she heard much more of this, the tears that had been threatening her all evening would be sure to overtake her.
 Kay was asleep in three minutes. Monnie could hear her soft breath ing.
 She lay awake as the moon climbed high into the summer heavens. Sandra and Dan = she kept seeing them together.
 Hetty, the maid, united her apron strings and wadded the white object into ball. Staring after the car that carried Sandra and Dan Cardigan off into the summer night, she looked furiously discontented. She waited until the roar of the motor dwindled in the distance. Then, with her small head cooked, bird like, on one side she listened cautiously for the other sounds of the household. Cook was whistlIng softly to her self below-stairs and there was the irritating tinkle of water from half-closed tap. Otherwise all was silent. In this new and rather inn posing house of the Lawrences ev- erything was luxuriously perfect There were deep piled rugs and formally draped curtains. "The decorators dream" Sandra called it, pretending to scorn 1t but hon. estly proud of it's richness and dig nifty.
 Now Hetty moved on noiseless feet in the direction from which Sandra had just come. Sandra's room. the door flung wide, was like it's owner = poised and elegant She had planned all the decora- tions and the room was a sym phony in white and red. Dull creamy velvet and satin had been used for the upholstery of small chairs and the lcw chaise by the window. The cdrtains were o1 lacquer red, against Venetian blinds of soothing creaminess. There were no pictures, save a subdued Marie Laurencin in one corner, breeding over Sandra's modern dressing table with its angled mirrors and crimson bottles.
 In all this daring purity, Hetty'i black frock was like a blotch ol ink. Arms akimbo. the maid sur. veyed the scene. She shut the dool soundlessly behind her and ad vanced into Sandra's domain, hel eyes fiickering with repressed emo tion-anger, resentment or mere ill-temper. one could not be sure which.
 She tiptoed to the dressing table sat down on the bench where onl! a few moments ago its mistres had preened herself and stared a the mirror. .Discontented with wha she saw there, Hetty clicked he tongue impatiently against he teeth and began to investigate tn, contents of the many small bottlcl and jars with which the table wa filtered.
 She tried the effect of a carmin stain on her cheek and smiled She unscrewed the cap from a tub of lip-paste and smeared this gen erously against her rather thii mouth. Then she used an eyebrow brush she found in a drawer. Sh dusted her sallow cheeks and nos with delicately scented powder an, sprayed Q mist of flower fragranc against her shoulder as she ha, seen motion actresses do. She minced over to the clcthe closet where on padded hengerl and crystal shelves were disposed the impedimenta of sandra's ele gance. A cloudy blue chiffon frocl she snatched from It's transparen protector. holding it against he lean young girls shape to see hoy it became her.
 A sound came from downstairl