The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-10-16
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In Keeping With the Times, Joan Waring, the Heroine of This New Serial Story - Starting in the Waterbury Democrat To-day--Demands
 "A NEW DEAL IN LOVE"

Waterbury Democrat T0-day--Demands
 "A NEW DEAL IN LOVE"
 CHAPTER -xa5
 The young man with the gray eyes, clean-cut profile and wekn shoulders passed the pretty girl in Pullman 20 again.
 Funny how she could still be reading the same magazine so-wel so darned enthusiastically He would have been cheered if he had known that the girl occupying the Pull seats in front of him was aware that he had passed and from the observation exactly two dozen times since they left Washington and that almost as many times she had stfed the impulse to follow.
 It was plain that the observation interesting to the young and just plain that his interest was short lived, once he reached It. ay
 Restless" Joan warng decided, land spoiled; Likes his way and generally gets it. If there were the slightest excuse, he'd be starting something right now
 She smiled into her magazine just as the occupant of Pullman 2 swung through the coach again He noted the smile and checked up against her. Likes silly stories If she didn't why in heavens had for two days with her particularly pretty in magazine and those particularly lovely eyes upon it, refusing to meet his eyes What could you do in case like this? Evidently his education had been neglected for it provided no ways of meeting such situation except the time worn ones which would he felt not work with this type of girl
 He grnned as he thought of the old methods such 'Im out of matches Stupid of me- but if you- That pro. ceure had after the old handkerchief plan died of old age and abuse
 Some of the fellows at school had kept regular sup ply of girls handkerchefs which often paved the way to number of interesting adventures The match idea probably Boston Tech Anyway it wouldn't work Not with this self assured young who was so ourageousy lovely dev astangy different and distractngy sweet with her gray blue eyes, straight little nose and her dark hair
 But with all the gamoar there was something sensible and genuine and matteroffact about her. He could like this girl He knew it. Funny how you could know things like Just what would happen he wondered if he should walk up to her and say something like ths-Which by the way would be the exact truth:
 "Well be in Memphis soon-a city, understand of several hundred thousand souls afraid that when you get off this train I'll again and want to tre mendously So am taking this extraordinary way or meet ing you. It happens to be the first time I've been such darned idiot and opened conversation with girl'
 Maybe she would light cigaret blow a smoke ring and say companionably: "Sit down and let's talk 1t over
 But no-that would be just the thing she wouldn't do She would probably think he was trying to concoct one o those silly affairs which had always dsgusted him: His face grew the thought and he settled into his seat comfortably, reaching for magazine
 the end of the half hour he gave it up because v he moonns over an who though she could be friendly and understanding and yet had maintained that consistent aloofness throughout two trying, yet strangely interesting days
 The porter had stopped and gathering up his bags Coming into Memphis, boss"
 "On time, are we?"
 "Yessuh we're right on time"
 Robert Weston reached for his felt hat and overcoa swung his scarf about his neck and moved toward the trance He stopped there suddenly the girl behind him near. |t
 T beg your pardon"
 Cheers It had been silly ruse blocking the way Prob ably she suspected-but it had worked.
 He moved aside Sorry" He said abruptly, at loss to seize opportunity that was presented to him. Others had pressed into the passage apd for moment the girl was very close to him.
 He watched later she selected her bag from the miscellaneous assortment outside, tipped the porter and followed the wake of the red cap Having identified his own luggage hurried after her. his long strides bringing him close again she neared the gate
 q beg your pardon. Did you drop your handkerchief?
 She whrled resentment in her eyes and in her voice
 T did not"
 q hope you don't think
 "It isn't necessary when things obvious.
 Then as her eyes fell the handkerchief in his hand, her tone changed "Oh she said in confusion Tt is mine How in the world-?"
 Color flew to her face. She he was thinking that she had invited this resorted to the old trick
 She reached for the handkerchief and then laughed suddenly.
 "You were silly" Bob said easily, falling into step His leased.