The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-11-23
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SYNOPSIS
 Toan WAKING, pretty Mem- rhis girl, and BOB WESTON, son Ef q New York millionaire, meet fn Memphis and fall in love.
 Ilhey become estrnnged through 1he sciieming of BARBARA COURTNEY, e popular society n1ri who is trying to win Bob for herself. Joan goes to New York Co search for PAT, her younger sister, who has run away after an as Q masked singer, i'm . night club. Presently she becomes en- eaged tO BARNEY BLAKE, owner Of the club.
 Pat reappears and becomes Bar ney's secretary. Soon he realizes he loves Pat instead of Joan. Joan sings at a fashionable enter aafnment and discovers she Is fin Bob's home. Bob recognizes her voice and traces her to the luxu. riOus apartment she and Pat share with Barney's stepmother. Bob leaps to the conclusion that Joan is living there as Mrs Blake" He filings her from him and rushes away.
 Joan tells Barney of her love IOE EJOD Mkhu AC0AA AA8 AhhAe hh0 AVSNo Pat. Next day Barney and Pat arc married. Joan hears that Bob Inns gone on cruise. Desperately unhappy, Joan returns to Mem. phis.
 CHAPTER XXXIv
 Bob's father had been afraid that the surprise he had in store for his son--a yachting party in ciuding 15 young friends hastily gathered together by Barbara might prove unwelcome. MT Wes- ton was quite sure Bob would have preferred to make the trip without these companions but he was sure also that companionship was exact ly what Bob needed. Hence, like good physician he went ahead with the cure for the malady, re- gardless of its bitter taste. If Bob were displeased at find ing the group of guests waiting at the yacht basin there was no evil dence of it in his face. He greet ed them cordially, smiling at Bar bara's enthusiastic, wasn't MT Weston a perfect dear to think of this lovely trip?"
 But the days and nights at sea passed and MT Weston saw noth- ing in his sons manner to fndf- cate that the romance between Bob and Barbara was progressing. { During the afternoons, when the luxurious yacht was cutting the blue waters like, a shining, clean blade, Mir Weston sat on deck, reading but always conscious of the young people about him. Bob was proving himself the ideal host. Outwardly he entered in- to games of deck tennis, shuffle- board and bridge. Barbara was never far away. Her arm was tucked companionably through his as they walked the deck. Or she would be leaning close to him as they bent over the rail, watch ing the flying fish that stabbed the shimmering waters, the porpoise rising suddenly and the gulls, wheeling in the silver spray.
 To Mir Weston 1t seemed strange that Bob could be so blind to the girls charms. She was young, beautiful and spirited. And obvi- ously she was devoted to Bob.
 They passed by MT Weston's deck chair, Barbara clinging to Bobs arm as the deck swayed un- der the roll of the rough sea. She was wearing a jaunty white sport frock, a little white cap set sailor fashion on one side of her head. She turned to the older man, raised one hand in salute and called, Bob is helping me get my sea legs!'
 Later MT Weston saw them again, a little withdrawn from the others and deep in conversa- ton. He smiled with satisfaction. It would not be long now before the shadow would lift from Bob's I eyes.
 But when his son was off-guard his eyes were still unsmiling and there was bitterness in the tight set of his mouth.
 "Tm an impatient old man." MT Weston though unhappily. "Young people take disappoint- ments to heart more than we old sters, who have forgotten our TO- mantle bangs, can realize.:
 Barbara, trailing about in a filmy lace dress, was looking par ticularly lovely that night. MT Weston glanced about for his son but did not see him. He sat down again in his deck chair. The music. coming from a radio St1rFeQ IiIu plCdodhtiy' "A ANW moon was casting a soft glow on the dark waters. A night indeed for romance!
 Bob had slipped away from the others for visit with Captain Eric. The old seaman, whose face had been bitten by the singing salt spray of years, had command ed many hardy vessels, from clip per ships to ocean greyhounds. He had retired from active life when Bob's father offered him the easy. luxurious post on the "Windward."
 In the past Bob had often test ed the conversational powers of Captain Eric, eager for his stories of the old boss haulers and tackle men, of windles sdays at sea when sailing vessels were bound in leth- argy under the tropic suns, and of fierce combats with waves noun tain high, testing the stuff of which the gallant barks were
 But tonight Bob was not in a mood for stories. He seemed con- tent to lie relaxed in his chair, with Captain Eric not far away, putting on his pipe.
 Funny what a lot of trouble one little rib has caused the men folk," Capt Eric said suddenly, and saw Bob jump.
 When the young man made no reply the captain said gruffly, "When will you be bringing that other girl on the 'Windward' for a honeymoon trip?"
 "What other girl?" Bob asked.
 "The one who put the trouble in your eyes, son." said the older man quietly.
 Captain Eric, you're a darned IFLAPPER FANNY SAYS: