The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-05-15


 His company, combjging depart ments and Topping OH the heads Q various under-execut had sad died his lean shoulders with gov erAl mountains of work, Mir Digb! tried, but the mountains seemed always to remain.
 Close to nine o'clock of m Apri evening he was blinking his eyeI md reaching for another pile 0 papers. Miss Hart was at his el bow.
 "Mr Digby," she said softly you haven't eaten since iunch."
 Lord" said Digby, that's SO And you haven't, eItherI"
 Her smile was devastat atingiy un' selfish. "f was thinking of you" The telephone rang. Miss liar reached for it, settled it on th' corner of the desk and paused de- lliborntely before lifting the re- celver. A very subtle touch, tha pause, and worthy of Miss Hart'I bright little mind.
 She managed, too, . sense ol neryousness in her voice. "oi Mrs Digby oood evening. Just [ second"
 Hello, dear," Digby said. q don't know what time I'll Do able to get away. I've some matterl that must get into the morning mails oh, yes, I've eaten. Who that's too bad. Please give them my best and explain how I'm tiod up here. Well. I'll make It my mid. night somehow, dear. Eye"
 He hung up. NO use to worry her." ho said. Now, tho i0ngeI we wait the bigger my iie will be Call up Georges and have him rush somo food Up hoTc. Anything you like"
 Fifteen minutes later they were taking tmo out for the hot roast beef sandwiches, pie and coffee Miss Hart, passing behind MT Dig by with the coffee pot, adroltly Heckcd his shoulder with a loaded powder puff, leaving q nice spot of white on the brown tweed cloth.
 Mir DIgby arrived home about midnight, and immediately hia wife noticed the powder spot. Bhe snld nothing, though hor heart sank. She remembered Miss Hnrtl nervous voice over the telephone.
 The next day Mrs Digby called nt her husbands office about lunch timo. He was very busy "T can't get away at the moment, dcar," he ap0l0giSed. DO you want t0 waitT"
 "I'M STARVED"
 SAID MRS DIGBY.
 "Tm starved" said Mrs Digby, land waiting for you Is very un- certain business. You're going to ruin your health, Bruce, this way. Miss Hart, would you kindly show mo to the company linehoroom Better still, why not take lunch with mo? Maybe wo can figure out some way to prevent MT Digby from working him1olf to death"
 "of course," said Digby, relieve. cd. You two run along and cat
 "Nice place, isn't it?" Mrs Digby commented, nB she and Mss Hart entered the company roBtnu" rant on the top floor of tho sky'
 Tt is neat" said Miss Hart, "and exceptionally clean"
 Let's sit 0vor here, out Of the way" suggested Mrs Digby, set. ting herself at a corner table. "i dislike being in tho middle of . cr0wd," Miss Hart fnehed.
 Half way through the desserts, Mrs Digby sat calmly back ana
 T didn't want to spoil your lunch, Mss Hart, but am wei. coming this opprotunity to havo Q little talk with you. Arc you very fond of MT Digby?"
 Miss Hart did n fne Job Of eyo- brow eleyating. "FondY"
 Mrs Digby leaned forward elightly, Lots be frank" Bho said, 1T am not going to raise my voice OF 20 into n scene, ! nm quito q sensible woman, Miss Hart" She leaned back again.
 Ut SO happens that love Bruce n great denl, my dear. ] nm not afrnid of his love, though l hardly zee him except when he comes home completely fntiRued and piles into bed. Knowing him hs l do, know that even if you do care for him, which is becoming np- parent to me, I'm sure he has not the slightest idea of it. The ren. son ! nm talking with you about this is that I want you to know that I have not the slightest fear of you"
 Mss Hart nnd keen little sword of her own. "f think you are Jumping at rather nasty con- clusIOns, Mrs Digby"
 we are about the same age,' resumed Mrs Digby, twenty Sscvcn or eight. You arc pretty, and you arc with him h great denl. l sup" pose should not blame you for becoming fond of him; he is dear"
 "Whnt makes you so sure that