The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1933-11-01
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get him.. She would never again
let herself think of Bob's teasing
gray eyes, his deep voice, the
blond head and his face tanned by
exposure.
1t was allover with Bob. He had
proved It conclusively. He could
not have made It clearer IL he had
said, I've watched you two girls
and I've chosen Barbara. She has
the things / want, the things I'm
used battle-ground, easy man.
ners."
The days dragged on. Joan was
saying to herself, Two weeks
Three Weeks" And then, tits
been a MONTH"
to betray the inner upheaval the
pounding of her heart when the
telephone rang, the tenseness
when automobile brakes ground
outside her home at night or the
doorbell rang.
often It would be Sara tele-
phoning, consulting about some
detail Of her wedding plans. Sara
and Bill were to be married in
June. It would be a quiet we'd
ding but Sara would have pretty
things, and afterward they would
move into small, attractive
apartment.
Sometimes II would be Jerry.
He did not come as often as in
the past. When mon were sure
they grew careless, Joan thought.
This was a new cynicism.
Or It might be Jim Warfield,
who would have taken more Of
Joan's time II she had encouraged
him. Dick Thornton, still de-
voted, though Joan was much too
honest to pretend that she could
never feel, called occasionally.
She was steeling herself against
the telephone these days, fighting
the impulse to search the crowd
on the street for beloved face,
or to turn to the social columns
of the newspaper to receive a
fresh wound by reading Bob's
name.
Pat kept her in touch with what
she termed "Bob's affair with Bar
bara."
-"Guess sho really has hooked,
him." Pat said. "Oh, the luck
some girls have! Think Of Bar
bara walking into all that money.
Won't she have fun spending It?
That girl has mania for clothes.
saw her in the SWEETEST new out
fit yesterday. She was coming out
of the Junior League place on,
Union and Bob was waiting out
side In his car. I didn't give them
tho satisfaction Of knowing I saw
them"
And again, barbara certainly
was dolled UP Mt this party. Will
you listen to the way they de-
scribe her dress! Miss Barbara
Courtney, wearing an imported
mond shoulder clips and diamond
hair ornament. Her flowers were
orchids and lilies Of the valley.
Escort, Mr. Robert Weston
Pats voice was careless. Only
Joan knew how avidly Pat was
reveling In the details, getting a
picarious pleasure In the descrlp-
ford and gay affairs she could not
attend.
Joan tried to shut out the pic
ture from her mind. The picture
Of Barbara smiling triumphantly.
well, I guess the next time It
Will be an announcement of her
wedding" Pat said gloomily.
"And won't that be something!"
Joan plunged moro deeply In
to work and the days, II not
happy, were at least filed.
Between hours Of tutoring she
theoretically cleaned house, ar
ranged trays for Benny. and aired
and sheeted the sick bed while
he was being summed 'on the up
stairs porch.
Often she was out in the yard
with garden tools about, capably
sprinkling seed and covering
them with damp, rich earth. This
was tho way, she assured herself.
Keep busy, leaving no time to
think Of things that hurt so ter
ribly.
One afternoon in May Joan
drove the old car downtown to
select some books for Benny, the
search keeping her occupied UNI
til closing hours ut the library.
She had parked the car on
third, near Union. Now, with the
books under her arm, she walked
rapidly along Union.
AS she neared the entrance to
tho Carlton q car drove up and two
men and q girl stepped out. Joan
was almost beside them before she
recognized Bob and Barbara.
ITO BE Continued)