The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-08-27

are perfectly willing to make sacri- fees for you, keep you in frocks and pin money until some fine man comes along
 That was good deal more of the same and finally Boots, weak and defeated, crept quietly away to her own room. The scene had ended with few mild tears and reproaches on her mothers part. All right then, she wouldn't talk about working in shop. All right then, she wouldn't mention busi- ness course any more
 "lf she finds out about my re- signing from the Juniors I'm sim ply through" Boots muttered to herself darkly, tossing on a hot pillow. And of course that revela, tion was only a matter of time. Sleep would not come. It was all wrong, the girl thought des- perately, tossing in the darkness. Everything was wrong-her life here, the narrowness and stupidity of it, the restrictions that bound her. With Russ-and here her heart eaped-everything would be different. He belonged to a differ- ent world. He was not bound by the aSe-old taboos and conven- tons. Maybe that was the way | life was meat to be, free and bold and simple. As his wife she would miss some of the softness and ease she had been trained to expect. Vagabonding down the world in gypsy fashion one would come to think of hot baths and clean sheets and finger bowls as the greatest luXuries, pleasant but not vital.
 Il must be mad" she said for the hundredth time, switching on her bedside lamp to peer at the clock. It was 3 o'clock. It was 4. At daybreak she cautiously put on her clothes and slipped out the side door. The world was dewy, silvercd in the pure early morning light. Everything was deliciously cool and fresh. Clear drops. of crystal hovered on the nasturtium leaves, and every delphinium spike was magically spangled with dew. The girl, pale and heavy-eyed, strodc across the grass to the gate which led into the Hartses gar den. It was only a short walk from here to the blue stretch of the sound. Her head ached She wanted to be alone-to shake off the dark thoughts of the night.
 "I ought to do this more often," she told herself. striding down the empty path to the water. It was good to be alone in a quiet world, to think things out for oneself without the barrier of four walls.
 But the mood of exaltation uJIickIy rn oaod Cho Wns aftor little more than q child. with womans problems laid before her
 Suddenly she put her shining fair head down into her hands and wept. T don't know what to do," she sobbed. "If someone would only tell me what to dol"
 It seemed to her that every place she looked she met an i'm passe She had staved off think ing of the inevitable scene which would ensue when her mother learned of the bitter snub admin istcred by Mrs Pencils heavy hand. She had tried to hope that, with work to do in the world. the narrowness of her social life would not matter. But that gate was now closed. Mrs Raeburn seemed undlterably opposed to any effort in that direction. And there was always the restriction of money.
 We've never had enough. real ly,". Boots thought angrily. al- most scornfullv. And it was TO use saying money didn't matter. It mattered friGhtfullv
 "I'm SO sorry Can I be of any help?"
 The cultivated voice startled her. Looking up. touching her reddencd eyes with handkerchief. she stared straight at the tall dark young man she had met at Lois Hart's house. Denis Fenway.
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