The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-05-12
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 MONNIE O'DARE. whose family ms seen better days, works in
 Nernon's drug store and helps to love with DAN CARDIGAN, son of wealthy parents. SANDRA LAWRENCE, pretending to be Monnie's friend, tries to win him from her. CHARLES EUSTACE, handsome newcomer, is friendly to Monnie but she thinks he is interested fin KAY, her younger
 sister. BILL, Monnie's older br0ther, plans to marry ANGIE G11LEN as soon as her divorce is final HETTY, Q maid at Sandra IBwrence's home, suspects her of "vamping" JIMMY, the chauffeur. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY t CHAPTER xI !
 Angie Gillen, yellow-haired, pe- lite and windblown, put her hand on Bill O'Dare's shoulder. Be nice. Bill," she begged. Don't be that way!"
 He drowned. at her. A tall young man with the dark eyes of the O'Dares, the crest of dark bronzed hair, he was good to look upon. He had discarded the blue jeans of his daytime calling for 8 neat dark gray suit. His white shirt and polka-dotted tie-a were correct even if he had not been able to eradicate the traces of grime from his fingernai1s.
 You said," Bill reminded An gie, 'it was all off between you and Stan. That he was going to see about the divorce when he went up to Cleveland"
 Angie made her reedy little voice sound plaintive. T know I did," she lipsed. 1T meant it, too. But Stan hasn't got the money. It costs money to get divorce"
 Bill scowled, pushing the white china saltcellar back and forth across the shiny white tabletop. Angie lifted thick white cup and drank her coffee, without in- terest. It was hot. It was very hot. Flies buzzed annoyingly around the restaurant door. The heat of a June afternoon shim- mered all about. Heat brooded over the street outside where one or two shabby cars were parked.
 Let's get out of this dump" Bill muttered. Lets get going"
 Angie stared at him, affronted. rYou were the one who wanted a bite to eat," she reminded him. sI didn't pick the place."
 'I know. know" Gruffly Bill demanded his check from the limp waitress. His strong jaw looked set as he paid it. The set of his shoulders was sullen. An- gie, rouging her pouting mouth, pretended not to see. rar she had driven into Belvedere xhe day of Bills arrest a month ago. Angie put one ridiculously sInal1 foot on the starter. There was 8 clash of gears and the ab- ] surd vehicle chugged away in a I cloud of dust.
 We should've taken lunch | and gone in swimming" Angie regretted. tooling her chariot | along the road by the river. we l were saps not to think of it.''
 They passed the country club | where two or three men in white linen with caps worn hind l foremost played golf. Be- yond lay the pool, red and blue caps bobbing on the surface. A tall girl in a pale green suit did | @ swan dive.
 Angie stopped the car. Swell" she observed. Wish I could do that" She peered across through renee girl" she observed with relish. "Bet she brought that l suit from Paris. She sure has swell clothes" Angie sounded | envious. Bill wriggled uncom- fortably.
 'What's the matter? Don't | you like it here?" Angie lifted | an eyebrow in his direction. Its I nice and cool. Best place I've been to-day"
 Bill was plainly out of sorts. He grunted, Cant hang around here staring like kids outside a candy shop. People'll think we're crazy"
 Guess you don't like any of your friends to see you with me, that's what!" the girl said with out rancor, starting the engine. Bills laugh sounded faintly tho cOuuLTy Ciup AAciS c laugh!"
 Angie said. "My Aunt Mollie told mo the other day your father | ran with all the big bugs when he was young. Said by rights your | family belonged with that crowd but you don't have the money. | It's true, isn't 1t? Doesn't every body think your sisters going to marry Dan Cardigan? And | aren't the Cardigans just like John D. Rockefeller, pretty | near?"
 Everybody round here's | crazy" Bill parked. "Just be- cause Monnie and Dan went to high school together" He left | the sentence hanging.
 Guess they're pretty crazy | about each other, just the same." Angie said coolly.
 'This burg makes me sick," Bill O'Dare told her, lighting a cigaret. "You can't take a deep | breath without having it in the town paper. Monnie's got lots of friends. Dan Cardigan's only one