The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-10-28
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BOB WESTON, son or a u,lI- 1ionnire, has fallen i'm love with JOAN WAKING, pretty Memphis girl. Bob hns come to Memphis in connection with his fathers new fx9iIt plant. He first saw Joan on a train when she was returning from college because her famiIy's financial difficulties.
 BARBARA COURTNEY, so- Ciety girl, ts echeminE to win Bob away from Joan.
 Pat, Joan's younger sister, is infatuated with JERRY FOR- rester, son of her employer. MRS WAKING is hopeful that her two daughters win marry well and escupe the drugery that has been her lot.
 Barbara IS invited to a house party and, 10 persuade Bob to come, too, she arrauges to have Joan invited. Joan and Bob ar- rive at the house party. The 0th- CTS go for . hOrscbnck ride but Joan, who has no riding clothes, remains at the house. She meets JIM WAKEFIELD, attractive and ind0lcnt. He likes Joan, sees through BarDara's pretenses.
 Joan, jealous of Bob's atten- tons to Barbara, plays into the other eIrI's hands by accepting JiIm's Invitation to drive to bar becuc supper with him. This of- fcnds Bob.
 CHAPTER XII
 Kay and Don Trent led the way to the barbecue sits. It was an open space hewed from the wood land. Stumps of trees, like huddled black dwarfs, showed eerily in the light from the big bonfire where wieners were to be roasted. At one side was the barbecue pit. A col ored man was turning the meat on a long fork. Two tables were cov- cred with bowls of salad, huge loaves of bread, paper plates. and cups.
 "The individual tables = the stumps--have been arranged for two. Choose your partners" called Kay gaily.
 Bob looked at Joan. She was standing not far away, her dark coat about her, her face Q white blur. When the blaze sprang up fitfully her eyes showed like dark, deep pools. He was fighting an im- pulse to join her, to say, ''Joan let's go over here." But you'd hardly say that to a girl who had deliberately ditched you for a man, she had just met.
 Bob, please help me with these plates!" called Barbara. Jim War; field thought she was like a rest less little cat; her bright alert eyes travelling from Joan to Bob.
 Here we are, Joan," said Jim.
 It was q gay party, but Joan was never to remember 1t as gay. Don and Jim pointed long sticks with their knives. The sticks roast wieners. The crowd moved and rc-filled. The fire died down and sprang into flame again as frIgh wood was piled on. The sav- ory odor of the barbecued meat was tempting.
 Always Joan would remember Barbara and Bob. sitting together. Barbara's caressing voice, her hand on Bobs arm.
 Somebody suggested old-fash- toned ghost stories. Everybody tried to think of an old thriller.
 Barbara called out once, "I'm just one big shiver! Hold my hand. I'm frightened to death, darling!"
 Need an excuse. Barbara" drawled Jim.
 ''No. of course not" Barbara slipped her hand frankly into Bob's Joan saw his hand close over Barbara's, just as he had clasped her own. What a fool she has been, fitting all the tender, thoughtful. things he did into . romantic pattern for herself!
 And then someone said it was one o'clock. time to begin the drive back.
 Joan thought that was some- thing to be thankful for. It would have been unbearab1e to go inside the house and dance, to dance with Bob, trying to reach him through this wall of constraint growing up between them.
 Barbara, slumped down in the roadster, her head companionably close to Bob's shoulder, was talking animatedly. T do love house parties. don't you. Bob7 They are 10 informal. You get to know what people are really like"
 "What are you talking about?'