The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-10-19

cold, damp day, according to Pat.
 It was three days later. Pat had received a $5 a month raise and
 her eiation was somewhat damp ened by Joan's lack of enthusiasm. s'Of course I'm glad, darling" Joan said. T think it's wonder full"
 "You seem thrilled all right!" retorted Pat. She was lying on the davenport and reached for the magazine she had discarded. Anyhow" she went on, tits un- usual in these times to get any kind of raise. Jerry said so." "Jerry?" queried her mother. "His family own the business. He's swell.' Don't say swell'," reproved her mother. Tt doesn't sound
 nj, nice; :o,, How Q long }, E. have you known "oh, several weeks" Pat said carefessly.
 The doorbell rang a few min- utesh later and Pat flew to 1t. She came back with color high in, her cheeks.
 "Joan, lend me your rouge and lipstick. Hurry! T can't find m1ne."
 what are you organizing for ?,' Bill, who had just entered the room, asked.
 I'm going to a fire, darling" Pat answered impudently. Look out of the window and you'll see the little red wagon" Bill went to the window and
 looked out. A long, low black car with nickel trimmings was drawn
 up at the curb, looking, somehow, out of place on the street.
 The rich have descended up-
 on us," Bill began.
 "oh, be as simple as you like, Bill," Pat said airily. Her eyes were shining. She was applying
 lipstick and rouge, pinching her eyelashes upward to make them which the family was familiar.
 If you're interested I'll tell you that I'm having dinner down. town with Jerome Forrester,'
 Pat said. He's rich and attrac.
 tive. Incidentally his failing 1, blonds-like me. I've had iuncf
 with him twice and there's no req.
 son why can't go to dinner witt him."
 Well, you can't" Bill said. Pat" her mother began. Cant IF" said Pat rebellious. ly. Now, mother, don't be 90!
 That old stuff went out with hail nets"
 She was off in a sudden whirl I"My blue beret - oh, mother
 where did you put it? Don't wait up for me. Joan. Put a key in the
 mail box.''
 Joan saw Pat wave a careless
 hand to a young man coming ur the walk. But it was a full mo.
 ment before she recognized the young man as Dick Thornton And even more difficult few mo. ments later, listening to his deep
 assured voice. Yes, mother was
 right. Dick had changed. He was
 a man now, fine and dependable Any girl should be proud to pos
 sess his affections.
 What was the matter with her
 that Dicks obvious devotion
 should leave her cold? While he talked of plans for the future hinting somehow that Joan was bound up in them-her thoughts
 were far away. Thinking of 6 train trip, thinking of last night
 wondering, hoping. Dick didn't notice loans abstraction. He thought she was a perfect audi.
 ence, exactly the sort of girl ( a
 successful physician shoupld have
 for wife. Joan had been in bed more than
 an hour when she heard a car
 stop in front of the house. That
 meant Pat was home.
 But the minutes dragged and
 Pat failed to appear. Finally Joan
 went into the, hall. The High, downstairs had been left burning
 and from where she stood she
 could see the two below clearly
 Pats laughing face in its frame of golden hair was lifted to meet the gaze of the young man.
 Suddenly Joan saw the mans