The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-06-09
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CHAPTER xxxIv

The second day out Monnie. bundled in a rug glanced up from her book to see the tall girl, Corinth Faneway, walking with her husband. Young Mrs Fame way wore the most exquisite of casual costumes of pale faun tweed. The little hat set at pre- cisely the right angle, the big loose gloves and low-heeied shoes were exactly right. The tall girl gave Monnie a nod and then, ap- parently obeying a sudden im- pulse. stopped beside her chair.
 "D'you know my husband, Miss 0'Dare Oh, I'd forbotten. Har- ris. this is Miss O'Dare =" She gave Monnie slow, dazzling smile and the younger girl felt her vagrant charm. She had a sweet, high, carless voice and the manner of one with the world et her feet. Monnie felt drawn to her and yet curiously repelled.
 "I haven't seen Arthur this morning. Have you?" The words eeeme to have some significance which Monnie missed but she col pred slightly as she replied. No, she said, she hadn't seen MT Mac 3<enzie. Not at luncheon.
 Probably in the bar" supplied Harris Faneway. Shall We have q look there?"
 They drifted on, with a casual nod. Monnie tried to read again with a disturbed feeling. It was not envy she felt for Corinth F,aneway - surely not that - but this other girl was so beautiful, so sure of herself. She reminded Monnie in some subtle way of Sandra, although Sandra would have paled to insignificance be- aide her. Monnie did not want to think of Sandra now. She want a to lok ahead-not backward.
 Presently. putting her novel aside, she went to find Miss An- sticA That lady was just walk ing from her nap.
 "Did you have a nice time. my dear?" she asked. "Such a won derful rest I had. I feel quite refrsshed!" Miss Anstice was pat ting her silvery curls into place.
 "Qh, I'd quite forgotten. MT. Mackenzie sent note by the steward--such nice note-ask ing if we would dine with him to- night. Don't you think that would be lovely?"
 Ncnnie said faintly that she thought it would be quite delight full, but her tone lacked enthu- niasm and Miss Anstice glanced at her sharply. The child must be feeling the s.a motion %,nO;. of the ,oo,as boat; rather. pale. Or perhaps it had been that salmon mayonnaise at luncheon. Miss Anstice never quite trusted salmon mayon-
 Monnie could not have explained quite why she wished to avoid the magnificent MT Arthur Mackenzie. Surely he was all that anyone could wish in the way of travelling com- panion. H was urbane, witty, wise, man of the world with a fund of amusing tales at his ton- ! gue's end. Perhaps it was, she thought, the way he looked at her. There was something in the glance from those dark, deep shadowed eyes which reminded her of a cat getting ready to bounce. Oh, but that was nonsense! She was let ting her imagination run away with 1tgelf.
 The dinner frock she selected that night was one chosen with the greatest possible care when che had made a flying trip to the city to spend the money her mother had given her. It was of pale cream lace, demurely cut in front but sheared away at the X back to show her lovely shoul- ders. It had been a bargain. One of those slim, cheap effective frocks which the young wear so charmingly. She had been de- Iixhted on finding it but tonight she was dissatisfied with her re- fIection in the mirror. The glass rave back the portrait of a girl with wide starry eyes under a eIeaming cap of burnished bronze hair.
 Monnie had of course. no { Jewels to wear and her velvet wrap was an old one. Miss An etice, in silver lame which ! marked her new prosperity, ap- S proved of her.
 "You look sweet enough to eat, my dear. The young men will be Overwhelmed.
 Monnie smiled politely. Miss StrI