The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-06-05
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MONN1E OOARE loves DAN
OARnTGAN, wealthy and hand
some, who Is out west with
party Of friends, including the
siren, SANDRA LAWRENCE.
sandra, pretending 20 be Nom
MES friend, wants DAN for her.
SELF. his parents want him to
marry Sandra and look down ON
h1onnfe because the O'Dare's are
Poor. Monnie clerks in o drug
store.
MISS ANs11CE CORY, long a
friend OF the family, inherits
$4,000 and asks Hfonnie to 20 70
Europe with her. The girl hcsi-
tates, hoping for news from Dan.
At last o letter comes but it Is q
disappointment. Dams love seems
TO have cooled. Monnie, piqued,
accepts Miss Cory's invitation.
The day they leave BcIvcdere
NowNGo ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER xxx
1t had been raining when Dan
reached Chicago. Hard, cold, I'M
feeling rain, beating down on
streets like black glas. making
dazzling reflections in all the pud-
dies. He sat moodily in the taxi
which was hurting him across
town from one station to another.
He'd been a fool to write that let
ter to Monnie, ne told himself,
when he was In that black mood
TWO weeks ago. His mother had
been working on him" az she
often did, whispering that he was
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himself to Sandra because on Mr.
I4awrence's approval depended all
their future. After the talk with
his father Dan was inclined to
take her word for 1t. Dan knew as
well as the next fellow how preca-
rious business conditions were. He
felt Stacker anyhow, off there en-
5oying himself while his father
sweated at home over the bills.
Well, 1t hadn't been his own
idea. He'd done 1t to please the
family. Then, all hot and bothered,
discouraged toe, he had written to
Monnie, telling her he thought
they'd better not plan to be mar
ried in January. It was just a
mood and moods pass. Person
oughtn't to write letters when he
felt that way. Curious that she
hadn't answered. Dan would have
sworn that Monnie would give you
a comeback on a letter like that.
Once she would have. He wondered
what could have happened. Deep
down he had q sneaking suspicion
that one reason he'd written II was
to get Monnie's answer, hurt, low
ing. assuring him she'd wait, ask
ing what the trouble was. Didn't
he care any more?
But he hadn't had line--not q
word. Dan hated to write letters,
himself. Somehow he never knew
quite what to say-but he'd been
sure she would write him often. All
mail, expecting every day to have
a line from her. Then when the
month had been up and she had
still remained silent he had told
his mother he was going to run
on home ahead OF the rest of them.
He had been, all OF a sudden, inn
patient to see Monnie. Mother
hadn't wanted him to do 1t, had
complained that sandra would
think It queer. Dan swore softly to
himself. What did he care what
Sandra thought? Sure, she was
coed looking, smart but she left
him cold. Whereas Monnie and
hero Dams deep set eyes glowed-
he was crazy about Monnie. There
was something about her that
caught at his heart, squeezed II.
Maybe she was sick. Oh no, he as
sured himself, lighting a cigaret in
the cabs stuffy darkness, no. she
was just sore. Shed been like this
before about something he'd done.
He might wire. He might phone
her long distance. Then he decided
against that. In a small place like
Belvedere news got around 30 cas-
lily. No, he'd walt until he saw her
and could talk to her. That was
the best way.
The big terminal seemed chilly
and deserted. Dan strobe along,
glancing with casual interest at
the little group Of shawled immi-
was q gloomy place. Gave him the
shivers. Well, there wasn't long to
wait. His train was already made
up.
The wheels beat a tune into his
brain. 1t was a tune he had danced
to that last night at the Bar-A
Ranch.
Isn't It romantic, da-de-da-da-
da-de- dada da."
Sandra had been humming the
words. her head thrown back.
those queer, heavy lidded gray eyes
of hers on his face. Maybe Dan had
held her q little tighter than nec-
essary. He was. he told himself. do
ing everything to keep everybody
happy. But as the wheels ground
out the tune now he decided he
wasn't going to have anything
more to do with Sandra. It was the
very dickens. being pulled this way
and that. He liked tcr. She was fun
to be Without that was all. II
Monnie hadn't been around he
might even have fallen In the way
Of being in love with Sandra. He
admitted that. But as things stood
we'll. 1t was Just too bad. Dan
grinned in the darkness.
He raised the shade and peercd
oit into fhA rainy night. Nothing