The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1933-06-20
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strange, unfriendly almost, without
Charles Eustace. She would miss
him greatly.
As IL In answer to her thoughts.
his tall figure swung into view
Just as she turned the corner of
her own street. Monnie's pulse
quickened at sight of him.
"Hello."
"How are your" He stood, star
Ing down at her, his frown giving
"rm WELL" Charles fell into step
beside her.
"You look It." He gave her an
oblique glance.
Monnie said, offhandedlS, II hear
you're going away"
His face fell into grim lines
again. who's been tattling?"
"Oh, didn't know 1t was a Sc
cret," Monnie flushed. feeling re-
sentful. Why would he behave like
this? 1t was sto stupid. She wanted
to be his friend and he pushed her
away.
"It's not-exactly. Yes, I'm push
ing along. Got to get back to work.
I've loafed long enough"
1t was on the tip of her tongue
to say, why not work here?" But
she curbed the impulse. Besides
that would be a very. silly thing
to ask. Naturally his kind of job
would take him to the big cities.
He belonged there.
Ibid you stop ut the house?" she
inquired moment later, for want
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constrained silence had fallen be-
tween them.
Eyes, to see Kay about those
dance tickets. She stopped by to
ask IL wanted to buy some and
l wasn't in. It's a benefit, believe"
His voice, Monnie thought, soft
ened when he spoke kay's name.
Well, that was all right. Charles
and Kay would be q wonderful
couple. Monnie had a cinema fash
of herself, the maiden aunt, hover
Ing over Rays rosy children,
"They say she used to be pretty
girl years ago." She suppressed a
sigh but Charles caught the half
uttered sound and whirled.
you're not I'LL" His voice SEEM
cd so accusing that Monnie almost
jumped.
mo. What made you think so ?"
He stared down at her, almost
angrily. you're thinner - and SO
pale. It makes me-" he broke off,
refusing to finish.
Makes you what?" Curious how
she longed to have him finish the
sentence. But he set his lips tight
and would not. He stalked on.
Charles, you're tearing along so
I can't possibly keep up with you"
She was laughing but there were
tears close to her eyes. Why was
he SO cross with her? What had she
done?
"Sorry." But he didn't look It.
His dark, handsome face was grim,
unyielding.
won't you come in?" They were
at the gate now.
Thanks, no. I'd better not" He
lifted his hat and was gone.
,Monnie caught her underlip be-
tween her teeth, feeling wounded.
Her brief Joy in the lovely day was
destroyed. How tiresome ones
friends were! How tiresome
Charles, of all people! How meal
culable were all men!
Next day. DR. Waterman, black
bag in hand, charged into the
office where Monnie, fresh and
crisp in new white blouse and
dark blue jumper, sat tipping case
records. Her bronze hair was
tucked behind her ears In a fash
ion new and becoming. The old
gentleman stood stock still for a
moment, regarding her.
In
Monnie lifted her eyes, abstract
eddy. ~ beg your pardon, doctor!"
He chuckled. Just wishing was
young again. Wouldn't I have more
gumption than these young fellahs.
thought"
She blushed, tucking an unruly
curl out of the way.
isn't that new outfit?"
"I've been wearing 1t for a
week."
Hum. Hum" he sat down. knit
ting his white brows, staring alb
stractedly at her flying fingers.
"Stop a minute. girl. You're like
a whirlwind. I want to ask you
Obediently Monnie laid her hands
in her lap.
ibid that nephew Of mine stop
by this morning?"
mo, SIR"
HE said he would" The old doc
tor tapped his teeth with a pencil.
whats the matter with him these
days, anyway? He doesn't know
whether he's a-foot or a-horse-
back"
Monnie shrugged, trying to look
detached.
"Ah, there he comes now!" DR.
Waterman struggled to his feet,
his great bulk blocking her view
of the window.
"Weli, I'm too busy to see him
now. Make him wait. Let him come
in in Is minutes. Do him good to
cool his heels"
The door to his private office
slammed. Monnie waited for
Charles ring. her heart beating
faster. Why had the doctor so de-
left them alone togeth.
err?
She was nervous about having
tete-a-tete with Charles Erstace.
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