The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-10-16

Ten minutes later Bob standing before window in his hotel staring out But he not thinking Of the panorama spread beow-he symphony of smoke and lights and buildings.
 She had spirit, that girl He liked that too.
 Duke was thinking too as he guided his coupe through traffic along Union This Joan We'll if she knew what break she had almost had To think that Robert Weston heir the Weston fortune and of New Yorks most eligible young bachelors, ravng like unatic and threatening the little old city upside down looking for girl named Joan
 Joan at that moment was enveoped in her mothers arms Darling, you're grown up!"
 q was grown before went away"
 "You were just little girl" said Mrs Waring endery. She thinking that Joan had changed in the year since her last visit at home There an ail of responsibility about her. showed in her dark eyes in the set of the slim young shoulders and in the preoccuped little tuck that a peared her smooth forehead she met her mothers eyes.
 Mother you're thinner"
 "Now dear you're not to worry about me! I'm feeling fne" Mrs Warng added irreevanty Dicks changed too and getting along fine He's home to serve his interne ship"
 Joan laughed. Mother you matchmaker Are you try ing to marry me off already?
 It had been almost four years since Joan had Dick Thornton. He had probably changed lot Dick had car red her books when they attended Bruce school Junior high days had separated them when the Ihornons had moved out to suburban section
 But most afternoons and evenings he could be found at the Waring home Dick staid senior when Joan en- tered Central high but not too dgnied and important to carry books again. to watch her progress proudly ana guard her at football games from encroachlng masculine gances Throughout the two at Miss Barringtons It had been the It would be nice to see Dick again Dear devoted Dick But would not be especially exciting There nothing really very exciting about Dick
 Joan stirred stretched slin strong her head and then bounded into sitting position Gracious it must be 2 o'clock
 The next moment she smuggling under the comfort luxuriousy Easy forget she wasn't at Hobrook Hall with early morning pupil to coach Easy to forget sne was at home Tomorrow it would less strange per- haps, to be away from all the excitemen-the rush of things that somehow ordered and to be back home settling into old grooves again
 Everything was exactly the here at home. The mahogany desk stood in the less orderly than it should be- with Pats writing materials scattered over It stacks of old letters exposed The coner which Joan and Pat had shared since they were little children was out lined in the half gloom The bulk of the cedar chest in its familiar place under the window piled with bright creonne cushions and some more frivolous ones or lace and organdy.
 In the chest was filled with winter articles ana in winter it held summer clothes and always when It was opened gave fresh pungen scent of cedar which was pleasant.
 The rug had been old when she left for Hobrook Hall
 was three years older now More than she and Pat had studied it's waning possibilities floor covering and moved furniture to hide worn places
 Joan suddenly swept by she remembered how careessy she had accepted the luxurious life at Ho brook Ha the charming suite with its dainty bath and shower that she had shared with Ellen and Eileen Bronson the rich twins from Jersey City Things must have been hard here at home Everything was shabber or perhaps
 just because she had accustomed to iuxurie kL r. ~GI