The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-05-22
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n love with DAN CARDIGAN local heir to fortune; believes she Is losing him to SANDRA LAW AENCE, supposed to be her friend. In spite of the attentions of CHARLES EUSTACE, hand- some newcomer, Monnie contin- ues to pine for Dan. After neg lecting her for sometime Dan again seems interested.
 At a big party which Sandra gives Dan Is missing. There is . scene between Sandta and HETTY, her maid, who believes Sandra IS "yampfng" JAMES, NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER XIX
 She did not see the small dark figure behind her-did not, until she turned, know what a whirl- wind was upon her.
 "You-you-" Hetty, furious, could not find words. "Runnin' out to get somebody else's man. I'll fix you-i" .
 James. big and brawny, was between them now.
 "Hetty, come along. You're all wrong about this!"
 She struck out at him. "You let me go! I'll tell her what I think. She can't get the one she wants so she'll take somebody e1se--!'
 Sandra, fleeing through the darknes, heard.
 A tall woman in black and white print dress put her head in the O'Dare front door and yodelled coyly up the stairs "Yoo-hoo!" A head appeared over the landing Marks freckled face, above the "Oh, Mrs Briggs! Mothers out in the yard. She's peeling peaches for jam"
 The tall woman swished her way through the neat hall, with it's oak stand harboring three or four discouraged looking um- brellas. She passed through the kitchen, taking critical view of the white shelves covered in blue oilcloth. Then out to the porch. Mrs O'Dare! Oh, there you are. Just ran in for a minute"
 The woman under the maple tree. swaying back and forth gent 1y in the old rocker. looked up and smiled at the newcomer.
 ''Sit down-do!" She indicated a battered basket chair at her side. Isn't it hot? I thought I'd do a bit of preserving. Doesn't seem to matter how hot it gets-I always feel the urge, long about this time" You have got energy!" The speaker eyed her hostess discon- tentedly. I'm all tuckered out myself. Walking by from town, I just thought I'd come in and have a bit of gossip,''
 I'm glad you did,, Mrs o. Dare said cordially. pushing aside a wooden bowl of pairings and ris- ing. Just sit here in the shade a minute while l put these things on the stove. Then I'm all through. I'll bring out something cool to drink"
 Her guests half-hearted protest followed her into the shaded kitch- en where, with thoughtful frown, she consigned the ripe golden fruit to Q blue enamel kettle, setting it over a low flame.
 What's that ole hell-cat want? ?"
 
 She looked up, her hand at her heart, to see her young son, at- tired now in bathing suit and dirty white slacks. signalling her from the doorway.
 Mark, you scared me. Don't talk that way"
 "well, she is that, isn't she? Always snooping into somebody's business"
 Mrs O'Dare shook her head re- provingly at him.
 I'm going down to the river with the kids, Nom. Be back about G."
 Be careful, son.
 He gave her 8 peck on the cheek and she heard him whistling down the path. Then she turned her attention to the cooling drink she had promised her visitor. Lem ons were brought from the ice box and presently from sreen glasses a tinkling tune sounded.
 My, that tastes good!
 Laura Briggs put her head back, signing gustily. There were two parentheses etched at either side of her thin-lipped mouth. Her black hair was drawn back from face which must, in it's time. have been lovely, but which now bore the marks of illness and discontent.
 ''You oughtn't to go walking in the sun like that" said the gentle voice of the woman in blue ging- ham. "It's bad for you."
 q know. know" Laura Briggs was impatient. "But it's Rissy-I had to get the stuff for a dress she wants to wear Friday night. and