The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-05-20

have a party after all this is over. You can wait at the side drive for me when I come back. I'll pick you up and we'll drive over to the Springs. There's dance place open all night over there. We can step some ourselves"
 TT dassentr" The temptation tugged at her. They'd find out and give me the air."
 "Oh, what d'ya care? If they do we'll run over to Cleveland and get hitched. Try our luck as a couple in the city. What d'ya say?"
 "Jimmy!" The plain face was transformed, the black eyes glowed starlike. Don't kid me like that! You haven't talked that way since well, since her ladyship began to drag you around with her in the roadster last summer"
 He patted her shoulder. No kiddin'. I'm kinda sick of things here, myself. Like a change"
 "I'll be waiting when you come back. Listen - glory be, if they ain't playing Home, Sweet home'!" She flew.
 Sweet or Yod to say so!" San dra drawled for the hupdredth time that night. "Yes, it's been a good party, hasn't 1t? Don't forget-the Blue Room on Friday! No, I'm driv ing up. Bye. Louis. Bye, Nancy" She flung an airy kiss into the night as the last car chugged off. Returning to the empty and strangely dismantled house, she sighed sigh of pure impatience. Mrs Peterman, stifing a mansized yawn, was standing in the door of the buffers pantry.
 "Everything's the most hideous mess," Sandra said testify. But run along to bed. Never mind 1t to- night Why give parties, anyhow, 1 cant imagine!"
 Trailing her draperies after her, she went up to the white and scar let room. She turned on the lights of the alabaster lamps on the dress ing table and surveyed herself in the mirror. What she saw was pleasing "a tall, symmetrically made figure clad in a Paris frock the color of the sea water, an oval face. delicately and adroitly made up. The longlashed eyes were green were disdainful. The pale gold hair was eYquisitely waved, perfectly ar ranged. Yet the expression the girl wore was one of complete dissastis- faction.
 She unclasped the string of pearls which circled her slender throat, tossed 1t lightly into a beautifully fooled and arabesqued box of leather. Her steps led lag gingly into the creamy tiled bath room beyond. where lacquer red shower curtains and dolphins dis porting themselves on a silver background enlivened the scene. The night, by now, was stifing. Scarcely breath stirred. Sandra flung the easements wide. She shrugged off the green frock and drew around her a gossamer neg ligee. She ran water into the tub and flung in q handful of spicy smelling salts. Then, abrupt ly changing her mind, she stepped out on the balcony beyond one of the windows, her figure silhouetted against the lighted room behind. |
 A car purred up to the cedars ested, slipped into the shadow of tAO hS AhOtOl oou6 TUT d then was quiet. Lights were turned off, but the spark of cigaret glowed in the darkness.
 "Dan!" whispered the girl in the shadows. Vitality returned to her. A little smile, secret, pleased, seductive, played about her mouth. She glided back into the apartment she had just left, clicked the switch controlling the lights and, snatching up a silken wrap stole out into the hall. The stlrs were darkened now. Some. one had latched the front door.
 And was doubting him. thinking he'd invented an excuse" whispered the hurrying girl. "He couMn't stay away. Sweet of him to dash up here like this!"
 Confidently she strolled up to the man in the waiting car.
 You were lamb to come round. no matter what the hour" she began cooingly. A brown hand flashed into view as the lights on the instrument board went on and she gasped as the profile of the chauffeur was carven against the glimmer.
 James"
 The cigaret described a far flung arc in the darkness as the man answered respectfully. "Yes, Miss Sandra, did you want me ?"
 'T = thought" But she could not go on. It was humiliat- ing. it was utterly infuriating to explain to a servant that she had dashed out into the night, in the thinnest of boudoir attire, to see Dan Cardigan. What are you doing parked here at this hour?" she deliberately chose the offensive, the direct at tack.
 ''I was just havin' a last smoke before turnin' in" His voice sound ed carefully respectful. but the girl chose to believe that insolence un- derlay the remark.
 CT won't have thS-this snoop- Ing around" she todd him jelly. Report to me in the morning. please, to talk it over."
 (To Be Continued)