The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-05-26

 "QunrnDtine by noon" And to Mrs Benm's digmay, Sara burst in- 1 to tears
 "But my dear, whatever------" l Then, all nt once, she understood. A little note stood on sarn's table, l addressed, like 50 many little notes which Mrs Beam had faithfully dc. | liyeTed, to "Mr Michael Fnrrhr." Because she was n motherly soul, md understn nding, the stewArdeg snt down on Bnra'g bed, and patted her curlB, and murmured comfort Ing little sounds.
 HBut---d0cB this lave to be the end, Miss2" Bho permitted herself nt ienst to inquire.
 "Im afraid BO," answered Sara | bravoly, drying her eyes. You see, he hnBn't---hasn't suggested Boeing | me IH America. I've only known ] him here on the ship. And that's been beautiful But that semes
 "Avc ye asked him to call at to be hll"
 your 'omc?" pursued shrewd Mrs Beam, the matchmaker.
 Bnrn shook hor h0ad,
 "I can't. He's sO mystoriouB---f don't even know why he's coming to Amoricn, or where he's going when he gets there. He Just laughs, when 1 ask. And bcmdcg---there,s Y mother TenBOn, l GOuldn'ts--I real- iy couldn't invite him there now" "N0T" Mrs Be1In merely nur- murGd. "WGll, that's too bad, Miss, Co b6 sure. He seems q nicO young man and 70 'ands0moW
 Mrs Bcam," entreated Sara. "tnko this note 10 him quickly, plonse. And, oh, Mrs Boam, when does the Bh0ro.nail close? I must get h letter iD before it's taken of nt Qunrnntlne---n most impor- tnDt letter."
 "It ol0sos in nn hour" announc. ed Mrs B0nm, consulting Barn's Fronoh travelling. clock. "Is the letter ready tO g0f"
 Mot yet" Sara stepped out of bed, in n cloudy pink creation vlyi- ply enrmhFked "pariB" "Thk6 the tray now, and come back in threcs quarters of m hour, please"
 SARA SAT AT HJcIt
 DESK AND STARED
 Hut Once Mrs Beam md tho uDs ohten brenkfnst had departed, Sara snt nt her degk and stirred nIserably at pile of cl0saIy- wilton sheets, on her bost lillian D6te-pnp0r. She thought desper. ateIy of 6II tho things she had meant t0 say iD thiB I0tter---meant tO My kindly, firmly. deIiGnt0Iy, nnnIly--tO end everything, with- out question, OnGo and for 0Ii Yet those blunt B6DtencGs Binrlng ht bor, in her own handwriting, must leave many n narrowing doubt and perpIexity iB HeBry's niDd---rnight leave even troubled uncertainty, and hence perhaps b0pe.
 Could she possibly toll him what had happened .f Back iu Paris after G ton-d0y trip Co Rome, she had found twenty letters and i've eabIos---n mail over which even the American ExpreM clerk opened hlg eyes wid0. Seventeen of the lott0Fs, and nll i've Onbies were from UenTy, her nanGe. "IT0w Dice," shet bought dutifuIly. But she postponed opening the pIl0. Finally, alone ht luncheon in her fny0rit6 restaurant, she ordered her fny0rlte g0up, and began, At ths third page of tho first letter, she stopped. She couldn't 70 On--' bHV bHUVIy VVuNHUb FNMB hUy mOrel She didn't want Co road Uenry's Iettergl L0ve.Iotters from the man Bh0 was supposed to marry Stunned, sho sat with tears trlckIiDg down her cheeks. AGr0s8 her dumb misery crept . e0nscI IOusneSs of tho walters s0licI. tude .-.- "Mhd0mOissiIe has bad news ?"---0f people gaping. She thrust tho DIIs Of letters and cabIsg into her now, enormous handbag, and left.
 She couldn't marry Henry. That much was plain. u0Od old Henry stnncb, cIenn-cut, dependable, and ---unintnrestinR Outside of her hotel, where she snt piecing her thoughts together, Paris called to her, gIamor0us in the spring sun- shine. A hundred lovely renem- brnDces clung to the days she had