The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-12-28
IA Daily Story
 Real Life

uent." Cynthia demanded eagerly. sand about the office and what has become of our old gang. Do you ever see Rosa and how is-
 "one thing at a time!" protested Eunice, T can't keep up "itn you!"
 "Of course, you'll stay overnight and have Thanksgiving dinner with us?" Cynthia begged, its our anniversary. you know, ana there's so much to talk about"
 "we were hoping you'd ask us." Yves shamelessly admitted.
 Enviously, Cynthia hung Fun. ices coat in the hall closet; buried her face in a soft fur collar that had a faint violety smell. Eunice had a job. Could afford lovely clothes. For three years they had shared a smart little apartment together. Even in those days 1t had always been Cynthia and Keith, Eunice and Wcs. We'll, 1t was her own choice. If she could have been sensible instead of in love
 After the supper dishes were put away Keith built a crackling fire in the living room and they sat close about the fireplace talk ing. It was past two. o'clock when they finally went to bed. Cynthia and Eunice shared the east bed- room, while Wes and Keith slept in the small room across the hall.
 Eunice went into rapture over the bedroom. Exclaimed over the hooked rug and the framed sampler on the wall, and ran out of adjectives when she came to the
 q never suspected you of being so dornestic-'' accused Cynthia, "Should [ begin to embroider dish towels for your wedding presentY
 Eunice went on brushing her neatly tailored bob, but the corners of her mouth quirked into dreamy smile. "Dish towels are al- ways useful" she said.
 A PROPOSAL
 THAT WAS SERIOUS
 Cynthia stared into the dark long after Eunice had gone to sleep in the middle of 8 sentence. What would Eunice say if she knew of the overnight bag all packed and hiding under the bed? Ready to go to New York. Perhaps in the morning - she would tell her.
 But in the morning Cynthia had little time for anything but dinner preparations. Wes and Keith went down to the beach to dig clans for a chowder, while Eunice was busy contriving a table decoration rom bayberry and red alder arranged in @ copper bowl. There was skim of ice on the bucket in front of the pump but the sunlight through the window glass was al most sufnmer-warm.. Just the same kind of q day she had been married on And tomorrow - Mustn't think of that now. Stir those onions. Watch the gravy.
 Cynthia was proud of her an- niversary Thanksgiving dinner. The mashed potatoes were fluffy and light. The turkey nicely brown ed and the mince pie was tri- umph.
 q didn't think there could be- things like this," said Wes, soberly lighting a cigarette, Tt represents so much we forget about"
 "The beauty of simple things" quoted Eunice across the table from him.
 He nodded, .'And the apprecia- tion of them"
 "I'd love place this like" Eunice cupped her chin in her hands and Cynthia thought how gorgeous she looked in that au- tumn red dress.
 IS would l." Wes promtply agreed, Lets find one!"
 'Is that proposal?" Eunice's voice was low. almost husky.
 "Yes II Wes answered her gravely. .,.
 T think then, I'll accept it,% Eunice said slowly. f
 Don't let us influence you.' grinned Keith.
 "No," Cynthia added breath lessly, "Please don't!" She felt suddenly guilty and ashamed. "Ex- cuse me, just a minute" she mur- mured.
 It took but a second to empty her overnight bag. She pushed it hastily under the bed again and returned, smiling, to the table. THE END
 Tomorrow, "Merican Kisses" by Ellen Struhs. e