The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-07-19
By Sophie Kerr

to her verwhelmoingly that she
 might, if sho wished, see her child.
 She was not sure that she did wish
 it. Perhaps it might be better to
 avoid 1t. The memory of Amy's
 contempt came back, too, but it
 was not so serious by a hundred
 times as it had been at first. Poor old sentimental Amy" thought
 Jane. "She was so furious with
 me. I hope she's over 1t by this time-I believe I'd like to see that child. It must be 2h years old now, talks and walks, suppose. And I don't even know what they named her. l don't know what she looks like."
 There was no one to meet her at the train in the morning and she was glad of that. Much easier to take a taxi and rattle uptown without forced conversation, and with chance to look at the old town and see how little it had changed. A few more automobiles and a new movie house seemed to be the only additions to the fami- liar scene. Fortunately 1t was still cold enough for the fur coat. The elms along the campus waved in u AoW WIlLus dNC1lCS OA SIlOW
 gered on the winter-dull grass. Evily, dark and troubled, met her at the door. Miss Rosa, she said, was feeling mighty low. The house was over-heated and there was a stuffy sickroom odor, faint, persis- tent. Otherwise all was the same; Jane might have stepped from the massive crowded well-kept rooms the day before. Time had stood still here.
 Time had marched on with Miss Rosa. She clutched at Jane and wept feebly. Her once solid and roseate flesh was flabby and waxen. Her carefully touched-up hair showed an inch of white against the scalp. But after her first tears she rallied. "I'm not really sick" she protested. T had the flu and it left me low. that's all. And I've been so worried with that Jimmy Trainor, the young whipper-snap- per. I'm so thankful you're here, Jane-you look fine. That's a pret- ty dress! You make me feel such a sight"
 Jane's presence was a tonic. AL IIlOSI dL OIlCC MISS INO6d uCClol CN that she was going to get up and get her clothes on and go down. stairs for lunch. After that they'd should deal with him. In the mean time Jane might look at the sug- gestions young Trainor had made about Miss Rosa's affairs, to know what he'd been up to.
 lana fnnnd that Shp oo1t1d mt concentrate on young Trainor's let ters. The wind, the tossing trees made her restless. She had bet ter, she thought, go for walk and blow away the fatigue of the train and the staleness of the house. She put on her hat and the fur coat and went out, walking up toward the college, feeling strange and alien in the unaltered scene. The gray stones of the buildings fused with the gray sky. Students hurried back and forth along the paths with the effect they had always had of busy, aim less insects. Even the curtains at the windows of the presidents house were the same dingy gold rep she and Amy had thought so ugly. Now the name of Amy had intruded. It was impossible to walk this way, to see these things with out the sense of Amy's lost com- panionship. And swiftly, surely. Jane determined to go and see Amy, to see the child. T want to know-I've got to know, about everything." She smiled a twisted, rueful smile. Nobody can say I've not got nerve of one kind or an- other" she thought. "I'll go to see Amy tomorrow"
 Now that her resolve was made to see Amy, she could not wait until the next day. In the late aft ernoon when Miss Rosa had re- tired for rest before dinner, eX- haused but exhilarated from wit messing Jane's rout of young Train or, Jane put on her dark red dress, because she knew that was the | most becoming thing she had with | her. She loosened her hair little | around her face, rubbed her lips with scarlet, touched jasmin per- fume behind her ears and, having examined the effect critically, liked it very much. There were so many reasons for being we'll dressed and beautiful for this visit. She meant to rehabilitate herself with Amy and she needed the confidence of looking we'll. And she might, she was almost sure to. see Howard.
 A plan was beginning to stir in her head, a plan which would make her seem to them the person she constantly tried-and never quite succeeded-to seem to her self, fine and sweet and disinter- ested, ready to make up for past omissions with generosity that would have a touch of nobility.
 Yet for a moment, when Howard opened the door, and since there was no light in the hall and the late afternoon was dark, she wait ed doubtfully, she forgot her role. You don't know mel" she said, and there came to her like the flick of a cinema the unhappy tre-