The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-01-19
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ter knew it now. He knew he had been in love with her almost from the first. only he had bene too blind to realize 1t. Because Adele Allen had hurt his pride he had believed himself broken hearted. He had never loved Adele really. That was clear to him. too, now. Adele had turned to Donald Quayle because Quayle was q famous star and being seen about with him wuold aid her In her film career. Bannister, thus left in the lurcb, had interpreted his bitetrness as proof that Adele was the only woman he could ever care for. What nonsense! He had cared no more for her really than she had cared for him. No, he wasn't in love with Adele. Her place had been taken by q slender girl with spun-gold hair and gray eyes, a girl who sat at the piano in the twilight and played old fashioned love songs, who de- lighted in snow storms and laughed like a child.
 And a girl" the imps of torment reminded him, "who carried on q cheap affair with Tracy King. You've got to put her out of your mind. You've got to forget her! If you don't you'll only be sorry for it."
 When Bannister reached his aunt's home the house was quiet and only q single light was burn ing. He fastened the door for the night and went upstairs to his room.
 At breakfast he and Juliet France i scarcely spoke to each other. IL was the same during the evening meal and again the next morning. His aunt tried to question him. David" she said, aren't you feel ing well?"
 ".Why, yes. I'm all right" "Well, you don't look if. And you barely touched your food. Why don't you stop in and see Doctor Porter on your way down 2" Aunt Kate, there's q reason for me to see a doctor! I'm perfectly all right, tell you"
 Kate Hewlett eyed him shrewdly. 'Wefl, maybe. But if you don't eat more this evening I'll know some- things wrong"
 Bannister left the house with a new grievance. 1t was true he didn't feel well. He hadn't slept much the night before and the thought of food was nauseating. If Aunt Kate should take 1t into her
 head that he was sick he knew she'd poster him about it.
 The world in general was q wearisome shade of blue that morn ing until Bannister strode into the
 Hotel Fremont drug store to buy some cigarets. He had taken one
 from the package and paused to light 1t when a man, leaning against the counter, caught his eye.
 It was an instant before Ban mister recognized him. Then he stepped forward. Good morning, MT Hollister," he said.
 Matthew Hollister, turned. Hello" he said. "Say-I'm glad to see .-u. Let's sec, your name | is-?"
 "Bannister. David Bannister." That's right. l remember now. I'm glad to see you, Mir Bannister. Have q cigar"
 NO, thanks. l think I'll finish this cigaret."
 Take it." Hollister urged. hold ing out the cigar. Put it in your pocket and smoke 1t some other time. It's good one-P11 guar antee that"
 Bannister took the cigar because he did not want to offend the other man. He looked at Matthew Hol- lister appraisingly. From the gray felt hat to his neat black oxfords everything Hollister wore appeared to be ney. His dark blue fleece overcoat bore no relation whatever to the worn tweed garment Ban- mister had seen him wear before. The silk muffler was conservatively correct. So were the gray gloves. But the change in Hollisters' ap- l pearance was more than that wrought by clothes. He looked younger. The meek. submissive manner was gone. To Bannister the contrast between the man he was facing and the broken, half- hysterical Matthew Hollister who had cried out that the police must protect him was almost incompre- hensiblc.
 Bannister said suddenly, "Going down the street? Suppose we walk along together?"
 l (TO be COntinucd)