The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-06-01

troubles. We'll, we have them. That's part of it."
 "Child alive! Do you suppose I don't know that? Monnie, I've been wanting to talk to you about this. Please let me. I've got so much, a great deal more than l need. If you'll only"
 She interrupted him. "You mean let you give us money? You know I can't do that" Suddenly she felt the keenest anger toward him. Her eyes flashed. 1T know you mean to be kind = I'm sure you do," she said coldly. But after all, we can't take charity. No, we'll muddle along the best we can."
 He was offended, she could see that. Perversely she was glad. How dared anyone offer her char ity? She wouldn't have it. All the pent-up resentment and bitter- ness of the past weeks welled up in her.
 "It's bad enough to be poor" she said, her breast heaving, her voice thickening, without having people pitying you"
 ''Monnie!" The sound of her name, spoken so, brought her up sharp. You know you're talking nonsense. No one pities you. It's envy most of us feel!"
 "Envy?" She was surprised out of her mood, tears trembling on the ends of her lashes.
 T said just that and I mean it," announced the tall man striding beside her. "A home like yours - mother like that - the simple goodness of the life you've led. tell you 1t did something to mt when first encountered it."
 Monnie was abashed. There wal no mistaking the sincerity of hi tone.
 "When I came here last year. Charles Eustace said quietly, medi. tatively. almost as though speaking to himself, q was pretty much al in. Didn't have much faith in any. thing. was out of tune with this country, I'd been away so long Then Uncle asked me if I'd like to vegetate in his old house. was in no state to decide things for my. self. Kong packed me up and brought me here. I hadn't been ucTo lOIS WNSu AhSI yOu u-ola VI you. thought yours was the hap piest, the incest sort of family I'd ever met.
 1T don't remember my mother She died when was four. My father was busy doctor in New York. I seldom saw him and was sent away to prep school when was very young. The only home l. n hnt tat and I didn't really believe in 1t Then discovered your house where everybody seemed genuine. ly fond of everybody else and tried to help. hope" finished Charles stiffly, that I don't sound like 2 sentimental fool but honestly Il did something to me - gave me something needed. Faith-some' thing like that-I don't know And you talk about being pitied!
 Monnie, ashamed but stubborn said, "Then you pretend to think money doesn't count? That's be. cause you've always had so mucf of 1t. You've never had to worr, about where. the interest money was coming from or cry yourself te
 
 made fun of your old coat"
 His voice was gentle now. T dc know it's important. But it's moi all. It smooths life, makes 1t easy and comfortable. But 1t doesn't buy affection or the kind of happiness that makes life worth living. l doesn't make you glad to wake uI in the morning. Some day, perhaps Tttl AarI x,A,, xxyhof aa n fn ran l, ize you're glad you're alive aftel months of staring at black wall.
 T know what 1t means to b' unhappy" Monnie muttered. "Don' think I haven't"
 "But not black unhappiness child," he insister, eager to mak' his point. "Not the feeling tha nothing understanding on eartl is worth while"
 "N-no." She admitted 1t, seeking for words to paint her own feelings "But being afraid you're never = never going to get what you wan out of life. That it's going to pas you by. That by the time your, 30 you'll be dragged out, old - missing-missing-' She halted the word trembling on her lips Charles supplied 1t.
 Missing love?"
 "Yes." Monnie looked at him de fiantly. Let him know her secret He'd guessed it already, anyhow.
 "Yes. Missing the one person yot want. Losing out because of, oh-- little things. The right dresses. tho right sort of place to entertain. tho little things that make a girl pret. fv onH vyanfad p
 "Monnie!" Charles Eustace', tone was almost amused. "That'i not love .-swhat you're talking about"
 "oh. but it is. it is! You don't understand"
 That" explained Charles gently lis kid stuff. Popularity-going te dances-that sort of thing. Do you suppose The inquired. 'Td pass uI a girl I really cared about just be- cause she didn't have the right sort of frock? As if that mattered! Not to you. perhaps" said Mon- nie stubbornly. Not in theory either. to any man. But it's what attracts" She tried to strike a lighter note. No good bringing her own problems into this. Look al Kay" she said impersonally. She's beautiful and clever and good. She