The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1934-10-01

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quarreled. II was all right when
lthey we're in Edwards room to-
gether. Then they had to keep up
Appearances, Tor the invalid's sake.
But when they were alone each
said sharp. hurting things to the
other,
'How's the beautiful kay?" She
would lift her eyebrows insolently
when she asked 1t.
Il COULDN'T tell you. She'll be
home soon, though. Maybe won't
be glad"
He hates mo, he hates me ="
Boots would tell herself, burning
with resentment. Compared to
her I'm nothing, I'm nobody, He's
polite to me In this horrid way be-
cause l simply don't count"
March stalked in and the bonds
OF fate seemed to draw more
tightly about her. Edward spoke
confidently now of her marriage
1t would only be u short time until
he'd be as well us ever. Each time
he mentioned 1t the prospect
seemed to draw nearer. The girl
faced this with an actual fainting
of the spirit.
Good evening. Mrs Lund. I'm
just on the wing. OF duty. Got
a little boy with tonsils In 304.
He's going home right away. Thus
Miss Kerrigan.
shes a pretty little thing"
Boots reflected. That dazzling
whiteness sets off her skin beauti-
fully. and her eyes are blue as
blue
"Isn't she a swell girl?" Edward
asked once after the nurse had
swept her starchy skirts down the
hall.
VERY pretty" Boots agreed.
Not JEALOUSY"
Not a BIT" she told him, smil-
ing and laying her cool hand on
his big one.
Love me?"
"You know 4 do" 1t was true
It was true! No one could help
loving Edward. He was one of the
worlds best. If her heart did not
beat double time at the sound of
his voice, her breath come and go
suffocatingly in her throat at the
thought of him that was surely no
ones fault. But fine marriages.
! SptGtuiu AAoiiia6NSS hoN NOihS Va
Just such love as this. The other
was Il wildness. dream that must
be abandoned.
| Denis appeared in the doorway.
He had ben smoking a cigaret in
the sunroom down the hall.
/ There are 10000 prospective
fathers storming up and down this
corridor" he announced gloomily,
ramming his hands into his trous-
ers pockets.
Edward gave shout OF delight
Ten thousand catfish! The ma
ternity floors the one above"
4 know, know" Denis said
testify. But they've got some of
them parked down here to keep
'em quiet"
The nurse on duty at the desk
looked in smilingly to remind them
that goodnights were imminent.
Boots kissed Edward dutifully and
went out In the hall toward the
elevator.
bye. old man." Denis said,
kicking the bed post for want OF
something better to do.
"Cheer-oh!" Edward waved his
hand. BE seeing you
The fair young girl and the dark
browed young man rode down In
the grilled cage. A blue-eyed nurse
in crisp uniform fiirted her skirts
around the corner of the diet kit
chen to watch them 60. Then she
stepped into Mr. Van Sewers room.
Just to be sure he was settled for
the night The floor head was
very busy!
One of these evenings when
Boots arrived home her mother
met her at the door in incoherence
and excitement.
".ssh. don't let Daddy hear! II
there shouldn't be anything to IT,"
TO what?" E
"The man came out from the
newspaper right after / got the
wire," went on the older woman
in some agitation. II was so fius-
tered r didn't know what ] was
talking about. Even now think
| there's something very odd about
1t all. Maybe someone's playing a
practical joke"
Miss Florida was sitting tcnsely
on the edge Of a couch, her eyes
very large.
quired indulgently. "tcll me Just
what this Is all about?"
| Here's what happened. Bar
bara,'' Miss Florida began. but was
Immediately interrupted by Mrs
Raeburn.
Il bought a lottery ticket last
fall - that charity thing you
know" s a .hr
1.-THE Sweepstnkes?"
Eyes. The boy at the drugstore
had these tickets and he asked Il
wanted one. just thought I'd
take n chance for the fun Of it,
"You mean you've had some
word?" r.
Her mother waved the yellow
slip imratlcntly. Boots, taking It
read: Congratulations your tick
ct 50436 was drawn await instruc-
lions being mailed March TWEEN
tieth."
ut may be Just n practical joke
faitercd the older woman. her eyer
filling. But oh. my dear, II n
isn't"