The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-04-04

tention to her cards. Buster, the Persian cat wandered into the room and watched the players from his post on a nearby chair.
 At 9:30 Mrs Curtis decided she had had enough of cards. Janet se- lected a magazine from the reading table and went to her room.
 It was the first of many evenings that were to be similar. Janet in the beginning felt that her new duties were no duties at all. she soon changed her mind. It was true that there was no routine as in an office. There were no long hours of dictation or typing but there were small important details dozens of them-to be attended to.
 Janet was up each morning at 7:3O. When Mrs Curtis appeared at the breakfast table an hour later her letters were waiting her. Janet was always present at the daily in- terview with Bertha over menus and marketing. Sometimes the rest of the morning would be de- voted to telephoning members of Mrs Curtis committee of the We'd nesday club. Sometimes there were errands to do down town-difficult errands such as choosing books Mrs Curtis would enjoy, ordering a bon voyage gift and making sure the package would reach the boat, finding out from the electric com pany while the ventilator in the kitchen didn't work as it should.
 It was worrying over just such things, Mrs Curtis said, that had given her those dreadful attacks of nerves" It was no wonder she couldn't sleep at night. Mrs Curtis regarded Janet as a marvel able to solve any difficulty.
 She was considerate in many ways. There were always fresh flowers in Janet's room just as there were in Mrs Curtis. When the car wasn't needed for any other purpose and Janet had an engage ment Mrs Curtis urged her to call Frederick and have him drive her where she wished to go. She took Janet with her to a luncheon at the Three Arts club at which well-known novelist spoke.
 At first Janet tried to make her days systematic. She found it was IIIlpO6blDlcs II uOtIiHR cl66 up6cI her plans Mrs Curtis herself was sure to do it. She would decide at the last minute that she wouldn't go to have the fitting at the dress makers. Or instead of having six guests at dinner she would decide to invite 10. Mrs Curtis gratefully shifted responsibility for such changes to her secretary's shoul- ders.
 And yet Janet liked her work. It was so entirely different from any, thing he had ever done. It took her new places and among people of a different world. It was inter- esting to know how they lived. When Janet shopped for Mrs Curtis she visited stores she had never entered before. It was pleasant to sit back in the velour-upho1stered limousine and give Frederick in- structions through the speaking tube. It was pleasant to meet Mrs Curtis at the fashionable Three Arts club.
 During that first week Janet worked longer hours than she had ever worked before. It had been agreed that she was to have one afternoon to herself each week and sACcO OVOAAA6o WhOh 4sAho Sol ti6 had engagements. Somehow the time slipped by and Janet was busy every afternoon.
 She was sitting at her desk in the little room off the library Fri day morning when 8 messenger de- livered package. It was box from Ballards', the jewellers, and the boy was quite certain that Mrs Curtis had ordered it..
 Janet united the wrappings and drew out handsome silver picture frame. Inside was carbon slip in- dicating that the frame had been left for repair.
 "It's all right" she told the boy who muttered something and de- parted.
 Half an hour later Mrs Curtis entered the room and Janet showed her the frame. "Oh, yes!'' she said. ''It's for my daughters picture. The glass broke and I left it to have them put in a new one. I'll just get the photograph"
 Her voice trailed off as she hur- ried from the room. A moment later she was back. Here it is," she said. Don't you think she's at-
 Janet took the photograph. It was Betty Kendall!
 (To Be Continued)
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