The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-10-20

LnlS. FaL was 6O gay dHu hdpPy. Joan hadn't the heart to dim that radiance.
 Perhaps Jerry Forester really was more decent than she be- lieved. He might be merely sophis- ticated and not a philanderer, after all.
 "Tve said less than half doz- en words to him at any kime," Joan thought honestly.
 I'm afraid we misjudged that one day. ''He seems very nice and he's evidently in love with Pat. He must be to spend all his time with her!"
 She waited a moment. Then, as Joan did not reply, she con- toinued. Perhaps he isn't the type we would have selected for Pat But she likes pretty things and comforts and 1t would be nice for her to marry @ rich man."
 T hate rich men," Joan flared out suddenly. "nearly always they're spoiled. You know, Moth CT, men who have to work for WhaS tHSy 6CI dk0 AhSA anu AhVA dependable. I'd rather marry poor man."
 T always thought you and Dick would marry some day." said her mother.
 "Silly!" Joan said, smiling. "No you didn't Mother. You merely hope we will" She added after g moment, ."Dick's a dear and life with him would always be com fortable and easy. But I don't know that I want an easy, com fortable life"
 She answered her mothers amazed look. T mean, Neither, ] want something more than that. want to go adventuring with my husband"
 "Joan!"
 Joan laughed. Mother would never understand!
 T thought you despised adven. turers, dear"
 Some of them," Joan said.
 Nevertheless she was lonely And when Dick called that night she accepted his invitation to din. ner almost eagerly. It wasn't bad to have someone to go about witt who was as nice as Dick and al devoted. It would be safe te marry Dick. f.
 They saw Jean Harlow in her latest picture and then drove by the Green Grill for sandwiches It was almost one o'clock when they returned. Joan told Dick goodnight at the door and pre-. pared to turn the key.
 Pats not in, honey!" her mother called softly from the head of the stairs.
 "Go back to bed, Mother" Joan said. "I'll be awake until she comes."
 At two o'clock Pat came. Up with little rush. She flung off her coat quickly and stood for . moment, staring at her sister. Joan thought she had never seen Pat so lovely. She was wearing Q cherry-colored chiffon. Her eyes were like twin stars and her cheeks were flushed.
 She came toward the bed, hold ing out her arm.
 "Joan look at this perfectly darling wrist watch Jerry gave me. Platinum and diamonds! won- der how he knew was having a birthday tomorrow"
 Joan took the soft, slim hand in hers. Its beautiful, Pat. Do you think you should keep it?"
 Imagine giving 1t up!" Pat said, happily. "1'd like to see any body make mel"
 She sat down on the bed, "Oh Joan, I've had @ marvellous time Met a lot of Jerry's friends. They were / all nice to me, but there was a married woman, Claire Wil. Hams I simply hated her! Jerry said he didn't care for her either but he's known her a long time so he had to dance with her give me trouble, if she could!"
 Pat, dear, what do you care You really don't know thing about Jerry"
 T know he's crazy about me Simply crazy about me-"
 Joan couldn't wet-blanket sucf a mood. Maybe. Jerry was al right after all.
 About eight o'clock the next night the doorbell rang. "Jerry is early" Pat said. "Tel him I'll be right down, Joan." But 1t was not Jerome Forrest. CT who faced Joan in the door. way. The young man, hat in hand smiled.
 "Oh," said Joan. "it's your
 'rWell, yes," said the young man. "Its a little early fol ghosts to bob up, isn't 1t? You're going to invite me in, hope. To, would if you knew what I've gon' through finding you"
 But you did find me-" Joai said, holding tight to the door trying to hold on to sanity. I was madness, looking up into tn, face of Q perfect stranger and feel ing her heart pound wildly, tn, color rushing to her face.
 Please come in," She though that she was acting like schoo girl. He came in and stood look ing down at her.
 "Get your hat and coat" h. said, "and let's drive around. How that?"
 SWeiis Saiu JOdn Witu q iuinl in her throat.
 Five minutes later she was seat ed beside him in a low. gray road lister, and Bob Weston was pilotinl the car surely and swiftly alonl Central. Now and then she stole look at him. Yes, he was just q she remembered him = the finel chiseled nose, firm mouth an slightly dominant chin. She trie to think of stabilizing and familia things.
 ''Was mine the last doorbell7 she asked.
 No"
 "The firsti"
 l The second. I ran out on