The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1933-06-07

on sight she wondered? Was 1t be
cause he reminded her of Charles
| He wasn't the least bit like him
really. Why, he must be 40! Blu
he was nice. There was something
| definitely attractive about this as
sured man OF the world.
Hes the sort who gets what h,
wants. always" thought the CIR
| shrewdly. Il must be wonderful Il
gos about with q man like that, L
be petted, taken care OF as II yot
were a valuable piece Of porcelain
Kay would love New York, love the
kind OF life Monnie had had u
opening and shutting, rich fabrics,
the scent Of costly. elusive per-
fumes on the air:
| For the first time since her de-
cision to 60 with Miss Corey had
taken form. Monnie was honestly
glad.
Maybe I can free myself from
this obsession about Dan" she
thought, dropping on. There had
been days when she was certain
she had conquered the wild, un.
governable anguish. But then O
chance look, a word, a quoted line
Of verse, would set the old pain
to throbbing again. Well, she
would put half q world between
them and perhaps that would help.
They had an early breakfast
and were ready a full hour before
the time appointed, their bags
strapped and waiting.
THE clerk says he's sending
up some mall" Miss Anstite an.
nounced. turning away from the
telephone. Monnie's heart gave a
wild leap. A letter - the long
awaited letter might be among
them! But there was only a bon
voyage note from Kay and an
other from Charles Eustace. She
had to throttle her disappoint-
ment. She had been hoping against
hope that Dan might send her one
little limo to take with her to all
those strange places.
ANY news?" Miss Anstice look
ed up from her checkbook.
No news!" Monnie smiled val
iantly to hide the hurt.
She stood on the deck a little
later. watching late corners board
the ship. Miss Anstice was in her
cabin but she had sent Monica
out ITO see the excitement" A slim
wand Of girl In q cot of hunters
green. her amber eyes starry above
the collar Of deep brown fur. she
drew many eyes. Porters struggled
with trunks on the dock, leisurely
men with brief cases strolled
aboard. There was one bridal party.
youthful and distinguished, dressed
with careless elegance, making
farewells. The girl had a long, pale
aristocratic face. She was wrapped
austerely In black caracul topped
by a lei Of silver fox. Monnie could
hear her slow drawl.
my dear, we'll see you in Biar.
ritz next month. Don't look al
Ronnie-those drinks last night
poisonous"
Somehow, Monnie thought. this
girl didn't fit the picture of the
] happy bride. She looked cool, dis.
dainfuL far from radiant.
"Good morning. Miss o'Dare."
Monnie wheeled. surprised tc
hear her name spoken in THU
melee. There, watching her will
an expression of faint amusement
on MS WeatnerDeaten lace, WAS uei
good Samaritan Of the night be.
fore. Arthur Mackenzie.
"Oh, how do you do! You're
seeing some one off?"
He shook his head. enjoying
her amusement. mo, I'm sailing
Discovered had some urgent bust.
ness in Spain and thought I might
as well make this boat. It's m,
favorite.'
The girl In the silver fos
glanced their way and Mackenzie
bowed to her ironically. Her glance
included Monica and she said some
thing in low tone TO her compan-
ions. There was a soft murmur Of
laughter from the group. Macken-
kie took Monica's arm and she
could not resent the gesture, Sc
impersonal It was. He smiled down
at her.
Lets get out Of this crowd. shall
We? Where IL Miss Cory?"
Monnie explained, conscious Of
heightened color and OF . quicken