The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-05-26

There is no excuse nOWadayS TOT failing to have the bathroom tow els attractively initialed because of a new art, made possible through the development of a cement which under heat and pressure, is so com plete an adhesive that it is being used in connection with various fabric initials and monographs. Such monograms are to be had, treated with the sement, and need- ing only the pressure of a hot iron to anchor them into the cloth in a way that is permanent and not af- Lawrence. Looks as if that boy of theirs is making dead set for my girl, eh?"
 "Father!" She pretended to be confused. "How can you be so--- so-"
 "Just outspoken, that's all." But she could see his good humor was partially restored. Mrs Peterman's s roast chicken was delicious and so were the perfectly cooked and seas- oned vegetables handed round timidly by the girl in the new uni form.
 "pd like seeing you settle down here, Sandra," he observed when they were once more alone. Run ming around to Europe all the time, traipsing to New York. worry about you-don't mind saying SO. Now Dan Cardigan's a good fellow, very good chap. You good do a lot worse although Dan'd well to stick to business these days. Whats he doing dashing off to dude ranch with things as they are?"
 "He doesn't in the least want to go," Sandra hastened to assure him. tits his mother-she's most anxious for him to have a rest" "Well, we'll, it's none of my af- fair, I suppose! Ring the bell, will you, there's a good girl? l want my coffee now."
 That was all. Sandra wisely said no more. So far as she was concerned the western trip was settled And she had, she con- graduated herself, skidded nicely over the thin ice of Hetty's dis charge. Usually she consulted her father on all household matters. Not that he wished to be bothered but he was jealous of bis, authority and ordinarily she would not have dismissed a servant without having first gone over the matter with him
 She still turned sick with rage whenever she thought of Hetty and the scene on the evening after the party. How dared she speak to Sandra in that way? It had been unendurable. The things Hetty had said! And James! He. had been lit tie better. To think-Sandra felt the slow color burn her cheeks -- that she had treated him so well, like an equal really, and then such ingratitude! Sandra clenched her fists, remembering. Mrs Peter man had assured her next day that James and Hetty had gone off together. Sandra had thought better of James. It all proved how wrong ones Judgment could De. She had thought James had possi- bilities. It was just as well the pair of them had gone to the city - 10 Cincinnati, Mrs Peterman had said. You never knew how a girl like Hetty might talk. oNt that anyone believed servants gossip. Sttll- Sandra supposed she had. been l just a trifie injudicious with James. Hut that was all. She couldn't help | it if men admired her and showed it, could she? It wasn't that she was a flirt-never that. Flirting was cheap. Maybe there was some | quality about her that men simply couldn't resist. Anyhow she hoped James wouldn't babble to Hetty about the time he and Sandra had | picnicked together. That awful girl | would be sure to misunderstood l How like a flaming fury shed looked that night! Sandra, shiver- ing afterward in the privacy of her room, had acknowledged she's been a bit frightened.
 Well, they'd left Belvedere. SC that was all right. She had noth- | ing to worry about. They'd have | to get along without references | from her. She had told James SC very coldly the next morning. Mot going any place tonight 1 child?" Her fathers question in- l terrupted her train of thought. | She shook her head, smiling | faintly. I'm rather tired. turned
 down several invitations. Want to | rest.' lg
 1t wasn't true but Sandra had to keep face. She was, to be truthful, rather frightened of an evening alone. Restless, on edge. That's why she went dashing off whenever | she became bored. But you couldn't do that all your life, Sandr& con sidered. And people had a way o1 being disappointing, no matter l where one went. She was, she thought, rather perfect in her turn
 outs-ciothes, makeup, everything She knew how to be genuinely
 charming. Pretty enough, everyone said, to be in pictures or on the stage. Why not? But she didn'' seem to want to stick to anything
 Perhaps she hadn't found herself
 yet.
 Last year when shed been ir
 New York, she's been so bored shs
 had even tried getting some work
 as an extra in a studio. They were
 making a picture in that big place
 over on Long Island. She hat
 known a girl there. someone she'f
 met in art school, who was "mak'
 ing good" Lilias-that was thu
 girls name - Liiias Martingalt
 wasn't a bit good looking, really
 Too thin and her eyes too big fol
 her face. But 1t had been Lilia'
 who had got a small part a pro
 duction and who had bees, sent tt
 Hollywood.
 Sandn had travelled hli ovel
 Europe with her aunt. Mrs Bayiel
 from Boston. There'd lsen lots o linen to meet and dance with. Thn