The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1933-06-12


about A year ago if any
one had told her a single one of
these fairy-tale happenings were to
take place she'd have laughed at
him. Well, here she was thousands
of miles away from home, going to
smart place, eating rich food, be-
ing feted. Yes, feted! Hadn't Ar
thur Mackenzie given a dinner
party for her the night before at
the Ritz? Wasn't he taking her
this very evening to dine and
dance at one of the new night
places-the Club Cavendish or
something like that?
Monnie liked Arthur Macken-
zie now wasn't afraid of him
any more. Maybe his dark eyes
had lost that predatory look
which at first had frightened her.
He played big brother to her these
days. Oh, she knew he was
spoiled - she could see that but
it didn't matter. He was inclined
to pout, quite like a big baby, at
the first hint of not getting his avn
way.
women have spoiled me,
Monica" he had told her. half
laughing. the night before as
Il
one who ever kept me from hav-
ing my own way in all things"
That was funny, Monnie thought
girl, should be the one to humble
this king Of finance. What he had
been speaking about in particular
was her stubborness in standing out
against him when he'd wanted to
buy her that fur wrap yesterday
morning. He had come upon her
and Miss Anstice, trailing along
Bond street looking in this window
and that, and had insisted on ac-
companying them upon the foray
to buy the hat.
The mannequin in the fur wrap
had strolled past them at Macken-
zie's bidding. Monica had crowded
salty at sight of the wrap deep,
softly at sight of the wrap-deep,
OF the blond English girl who wore
1t.
splendid for foggy weather.
eh?" Mackenzie had asked with
a twinkle.
"Oh, excellent for that, sir"
the saleowoman had chirped, and
the mannequin had given Monnie
an envious sidelong glance.
'Try 1t on, Monica" the man
had urged under Miss Anstice's
clear, critical gaze.
Nonsense" She had been
very sturdy about it. mo use
making myself unhappy. I should
be remembering always how it
felt"
He had smiled again at that.
But I'd like you to have 1t. Little
remembrance of this trip" Mon
lea had not needed to look at
Miss Anstice to know that the
prim little lips were pressed to-
gether even more primly. Her
own conscience had risen in pro-
test.
Sorry. I couldn't possibly"
She had thought with a flash of
amazement that the glance the
mannequin gave her held some
thing like contempt.
Afterward Miss Anstice had
She had said in a dimly regretful
tone, what a pity you couldn't
have accepted 1t from him, Mon
ME-" At the girls exclamation Of
surprise she had fastened to add,
Naturally ] know you couldn't!
But, after all, he's so nice, takes
such an interest-and you would
have looked SO lovely in that. Quite
dazzled Belvedere."
Monnie gave the older woman
a hug. Miss Corey. I'm sur
prised at your
IT know. I'm surprised at my
self. But I guess I've got my
| values a bit mixed on this trip,
I'm getting soft with so much
luxury"
Tonight Monnie was dining
with Mackenzie alone. Miss An
stice was to go to the theater
with some friends who lived in a
fiat in Kcnsington Gardens and
Mackenzie was to pick Monnie up
at s. At half past seven she was
| ready and restless. Miss An
stice, called for early by the MI
and Mrs Richardson from Gin
cinnati, had gone.
The girl strolled to and fro
picking up a magazine, laying II
down again. She glanced at the
Dresden clock on the mantlepiece
How restless she was! She wished
Mackenzie would come. Their
she wouldn't have SO much time
to think about home - about
mother and Kay and the boys. te
| wonder what they are doing
She was a selfish pig to be away
from them all, enjoying this lux
Iury. She would have to make II
| up to them when she got back
But how? Suddenly. like a blaci
vista, the years yawned before
Monnie. What was she going te
/ do with her. life? With Dan ou'
of It. she seemed aimless =
fcouldn't, make plans. Shed de.
voted heart and soul to him. hae
wrapped up all her ambitions II
him. This was. after all. only al
interlude. She'd have TO go bacl
home to q dreary, humdrum jol