The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-09-23
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The rest of the night drifted by. Sue slept again after Q while. But in the morning she had lost a feel ing. Something gay and buoyant was gone. The day was heavy. She had lifted her body from the bed as though it were old, springiess. Its elasticity had disappeared. It seemed to her that she dragged one foot after the other as she walked across the floor to the bath room and turned on the water in the shower.
 she hadn't trusted Jack. But she had trusted him!
 "But what is 1t? What's. the matter?" she whispered to the white face in the mirror. She leaned against the wall and then propped her arms on the narrow ledge of the bathroom window and cupped her face in her hands. The window looked down on an array of sooty, grimy roofs. Some- body had placed a red geranium in tenement window and 1t Haunted It's colored glory defiantly.
 But 1t won't last" Sue mur- mured. "Its color will so. It will hang its head. Nothing lasts. Not ever."
 she looked at the flower again. "But you can remember that once you were gay-that once you were always going to hold your, head up and be proud and fresh and lovely. You can remember"
 She broke off and pressed her hands against her temples. "But what's the matter with mel? What has happened to me? There's nothing to be upset about. Every things fine. Nothing could ever, ever change with us. Nothing has changed! But why do I keep feeling so unhappy"
 Then she knew suddenly just as though someone infinitely old or and wiser had explained. "All Of a sudden I'm beginning to real- tze that things do change in life sometimes-that even this happi- ness could pass. hadn't even thought about 1t before. That's the thing that is wrong. But won't let 1t decay and grow old and rusty and dull. I'll keep 1t
 She stopped as the knocker fell against the door of the bedroom, and went rushing back to 1t, catching a yellow silk negligee as she went. a.Ns6
 The bellhop who stood at the door handed her round, gray box, tied with green tulle.
 She took It. thanked him and came back. @
 From Kenneth corbett, I SUD- pose. wish he wouldn't. And told Jack >I- was going out with him last night" A little sick pain shot through her at the memory. But he knew wouldn't. or course he knew wouldn't"
 She was untying the green bow, Now she lifted the gray cover and removed layers of damp green tis- sue paper. She found a cluster of violets. great violets, blue-biack in their purple fragrance. She lift ca them from the box and buried her face in their freshness. Then she saw the card with them. It had been written by someone in the horal shop. The message had been sent in. But Kenneth Corbett hadn't been responsible for 1t, There were just three words, And a mans name. T love you. Jack" She caught the flowers to her face again. They reminded her of homely things.
 She was dressed when her tele. phone rang. It was Corbett. "Will you breakfast with me ?' he asked. ''In my suite? have some matters I'd like to discus, about today's work"
 He received her at the door What makes you so happy this morning?" he asked.
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