The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-07-10
SYNOPSIS


 When HOWARD JACKSON,
 young geol0gy professor, comes Co MRrburg JANE TERRY, the
 pretiest girl in town, determines
 70 win his heart. Howard, how
 ever, falls in love with AMY
 LOWE, Jane's best friend. Jane
 nngered, tries to force Howard
 into an engagement and, when
 this fails, leaves for New York,
 declaring she will never return.
 She enrOlls in a secretarial
 school and later becomes private
 secretary to the president of the
 Handel Real Estate Company. She meets ROGER THORPE, head of the company's rental de- partment, who shows her atten- lions.
 Amy and Howard are married and go to live in his home town. A year later they return to Mar burg. On a day when Amy has been busy at homework and is wearing a shabby dress she meets Jane on the street. Jane, who looks like a fashion plate, ignores Amy's efforts to renew
 their friendship.
 CHAPTER XIII
 From the quality of the light | edging the drawn shades from | the clink of china against silver | in the kitchen, and from the heart eneing whiff of coffee from the | same quarter, Jane knew that it | was nine o'clock or whereabouts, of | a clear morning, and that her maid 4 Kitty, was almost ready to bring in her breakfast tray. She rolled over and buried her face in her pill low and groaned. "I wish I'd never walked up, I wish I had the nerve to kill myself"
 ' She had been in the middle of a dream like a memory. She and Amy, swinging their tennis rackets, were walking under the elms at Marburg, and they had been laugh ing together, but the dream blurred and she couldn't remember any more. Anyway she was awake. The dream was gone. She had to face another day of the consequences of her own folly.
 She rose wearily, pulled thin rose-color negligee over her arms and stuck her feet into rose-red Chinese slippers. She went into the bathroom and turned on the water and she stopped the mir TOT showed her face, thin, with purple half moons under her eyes, her sick mouth, her hair hanging dry and lifeless, and she shivered.
 T look million" she thought, and after that she avoided the glass. She poured violet vinaigre de toilete into the bath and the sharp sweetness refreshed her a little, and she pinned up her hair and tied a ribbon about it.
 She was back in bed after her bath when Kitty knocked. Kitty was West Indian, with an aborig- inal profile, a British accent and a great talent for cooking and for minding her own business. The breakfast tray was spotless, every section of the grapefruit entirely loose, the bacon and rolls crisp and the coffee black and strong and boiling hot. She set the tray on the table beside lanes bed, pulled up the shades, brought an extra pillow and quietly, deftly tidied the room.
 "Are you feeling better this morning, Miss?" she asked.
 "No, I'm not. And I don't want any breakfast"
 ooh, do take some coffee, Miss. l So strengthening, coffee.'
 It had always amused Jane to | hear Kitty's Britishisms, contrast ing so drolly with Kitty's African | color and features. But this morn ing she loathed Kitty, feeling in the | woman's manner an insolent satis- | faction at her state. Kitty knew too much. Very we'll, she would get rid of Kitty. At the end of the week she would pay her and discharge her without a reference. While she I,i c1, a r. tie coffee, broke the roll and lifted it to her lips. but it nauseated her. She leaned back white and faint.
 .Take the tray away" she said. "Give me that bottle of salts
 "Can't I help you, Miss ?"
 Through her closed eyes Jane | was aware of Kitty's sly respectful malice and it spurred her energy. | "Take the tray and leave the room", she commanded. I'll ring | if I want you"
 The spasm of nausea passed put it left her very weak. She mustn't be weak. She needed all the strength she could muster. She looked at the calendar. Then she looked about her room, room she had been proud of when she had furnished it. She had thought it odd and chic, and so 1t was. The walls were hung from floor to ceiling with shadowy, far-away white and gray cretonne, the furniture was painted black, but the rug in lively soft rose, and pillows of rose-color, gave couuetry to this austerity. lanes own negligee was the same rose. She had seen the room in dec orators exhibition and had not been satisfied until she had duph- cated it in every detail. Now she hated it. Its gaiety seemed cal1ous to her suffering.
 The telephone rang and she took it up. "Oh - Roger feel awful :. I don't want to see you don't want to talk There's nothing to talk about .. Leave me alone, can't you -. ." She banged the receiver down fiercely and lay back again on the pillows. ..
 aPm going to get rid of him." she thought. He's a coward. hate him, to. along with every thing else. Whining around - Il
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