The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-06-26

cars waiting. Are you dead? You must have shaken hands with g million people"
 q never had such a good time in my life" And indeed Monnie looked the picture of a happy bride. She glanced about her, one swift, inclusive look, the last being on the small room where she had spent much of her girlhood.
 Sorry to go?"
 Monnie shook her head, with an April face. "No = and yes = It's home, Nothing else will ever take it's place." She could not say what she really felt, that she was leaving the old Monica O'Dare behind with all her unhappiness.
 "Well, I'm not" said hard headed Kay practically. If mother and Bill come back next year they're going to take one of those new little houses out in Webster Addition. Bill says he won't have any trouble renting this. Hank Hartnett wants it."
 The two girls went out, shut ting the door behind them. Mark, waiting to be of service, bounded up the steps, two at time, to carry the bags. At the foot of the flight stood Charles Eustace, wait ing for his wife. Monnie felt her heart contract in that new way at sight of him. What @ wonderful life they were going to have to- gether! And how generous Charles was being with all of them. None of her protests had stopped him. He had changed all their lives. Bill was no longer the sullen, stained garage mechanic but q purposeful young man with squar- ed shoulders and an Authoritative air. Through Charles, Bill was to have his chance.
 Was I long?" He took her hand, smiling down at her. in that gently quizzcal way.
 ''Too long to suit me!' Her mother stood in the background, beaming.
 "You'll have to step on it to make the city in time." That was Bill, consulting his watch. being grave and brotherly. They were driving to the city where they would board the train for the east Later they would sail for Bermuda
 She kissed them all, feeling choky for moment. Charles hand steadied her and she was ir the car, the motor running.
 "Good-by, everybody! Good-by!
 Their faces were blur now and Main street was slipping past The country road, lush with May lay before them. Their way led at A Nx.IaA on a high hill, Dams grave was eyes sought the shaft. Charles un- derstood.
 Poor chap!' He slipped his brown hand over hers. "He didn't deserve what he got"
 She looked up at her young husband, all her heart in hel eyes. You're. very generous, m. dear" Dan was dead and there would be always sadness in hei mind at memory of him, but she knew her luck She had got tho right man. She was eternally grateful to the fates for arrang ing her destiny.
 The marker indicating the towr line was passed and Monnie twisting little in her seat, could see the lights of the village bloom ing below them in the late May dusk.
 "The dusk of Belvedere," she said softly. with a catch in her voice.
 "Ah, you'l see it again. Charles reminded her. Be bacl; next year to visit the Mill House together"
 Yes, she knew that, but she would not be returning as Monnis O'Dare. She would be Mrs Charles Eustace, rich and feted Doors would be opened to hel that had been locked before. She was leaving something of herself behind. She was turning the pages of new chapter.
 Happy"
 She gave him the smile he lov. ed to see. How can you ask that?'
 THE END