The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-06-30

An expression of the utmost horror spread over his youthful countenance. It was the kind of horror he might haze registered had he seen n cobra coiled and ready tO strike.
 But what Nick saw was not Q deadly reptile. 1t was q shirt, herely n shirt. What struck Nick with mortified consternati0n was the fact that it was the only shirt In the drawerl
 And tho. shirt was, to say tho least, unuSuai. Presented to Nick two Chrlstmascs past by his doting Aunt Emily, the shirt possessed nenrly all the color which his Aunt Emily must havo missed in sixty years of rather drab spinsterhood.
 Tho background was of bright violet hue with little clusters of flowers here and there. Among the flowers, at close intervals, flew little red birds--oagles, maybe, or doves.
 Nick loved and revered his Aunt Emily, but he had nevor worn that shirt, He wouldn't have worn t to Il dog fight.
 But now, tonight of all nighta when ho wanted to look his best, his laundry had failed to arrive on timo and that glaring atrocity was the only clean shirt he possessed. {.
 Nick looked foverishly at his watch. He had just forty minutes in which to mako the train thnt would tako him to tho suburb whore Fay lived. It would tako him twenty minutes to got to the station. That left him just twenty shirt.
 Wearing his soIled linen, Nick dashed out out his apartment and walked rapidly to q habordashery store two blocks away. The door of tho shop was locked and . sign in tho window said: "Cl0sod Dur. ing Alterations"
 The storo was the only haber- dashery store in tha noighborhood. Ho would not have .timo to 70 to another place and still make his train.
 Back in his apartment, Nick thought hard. Tho station! Thero was hnbordashery shop at tho station. Ho would wear his Aunt Emllys shirt to tho station, buy another one there and change on the train.
 NICK DONNED THE SliIIgT OF MANY COLORS
 His ilesh creeping from the con. tnct, Nick donned tho shirt of many coiors and took taxi to tho sta ton. Ho did this for two reasons: first, because fewer people would sec him than on the subway; soc. ond, because he thought he would make potter time in a cnb.
 In this second Burmisal he was very wrong. Tho taxi got tied up In n traffic jam and was delayed several minutes. When he reached tho station ho barely had timo enough to catch his train.
 On tho train, Nick stood in dark Vestibuie whore no ono could Boo his shame and gnawed his neither lip violently. Ho was dos- porato, but still not without hope. lt wns possible, barely possible, that ho would Do able to buy u shirt at the suburban station where ho got off.
 But this hopo, too, was dashed. Tho suburban town was tiny one and only n drug storo, n reStau urant and n florists shop wore open.
 T'hcro was nothing for it now but to present himself to Fay in his Aunt Emilys shirt. He prayed, fo rstrongth. Then, suddenly, ho his shoulders. If she loves mo-" hetold himself, "if she truly lovos mo, sho will ove mo even in this! But it is q tough test to put to any woman," he added.
 Brnyoly Nick walked to the house whore Fay lived. mounted the front porch and boldly rang the d0Orbell.
 TO his relief the door was not opened by Fay, but by Georgia, the colorod maid. Informing him that