The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-03-16

The man n gray gave no sign he had heard, but continued inn perturbaby with his barage of questions. "Is it true that Brough- tons common law wife threatened you with q suit for alienation? :? | What are your plans?"
 No statement |. no state- ment," the woman chattered, her eyes flashing. "Oh, Uncle Morgan, send this man away!" This to a dignified gentleman whose white hair and pince-nez appeared over the shoulder of the newspaperman.
 You're annoying my niece, sir. Please take yourself off or, by the Lord Harry, I'E give you a whal- ing" Morgan Hotaling raised his ebony stick.
 Lila Bliss sank back against the cushions. "Why do they persecute me like this? What have I done?
 Hush, hush, my dear. Don't let the bounder hear you"
 Hes gone, madam" Grisson said. "Is there anything more l can do?"
 Nothing" She had her hand kerchief to her eyes. MdTko CoulS yet
 She shuddered. II told him not to. He simply mustn't. They'd have his picture in all the tabloids. Besides, I didn't want to see him."
 The thing IS over then?"
 She drowned. "Of course. She threatened mc-threatened both of had to get away. New people--new places"
 You knew of her existence be- fore then?" It was the lawyer speaking now, not the concerned male relative.
 "Oh, l had neard of her-natur- portant. All men :"
 "Lila, dear" interrupted the other. I don't like to hear you talk like that. It's fippant. It's unbecoming."
 She shrugged her shoulders. Well, anyhow Marko's been very nice about it. He said I ought to have a change. Perhaps when come back things will have ar- ranged themselves"
 "I doubt it."
 Anyhow. I'm grateful to you, dear, for standing by me so splen- didly, with Aunt Marion and all the rest against me-"
 Lila would employ this manner with males to her dying day. This one-elderly. precise, conven- tional-respondcd to it as she had expected him to. He said. Not at all. You're the victim of circum- stances, my child. Nothing more. Aunt Marion simply doesn't under Lila kissed hlm fondly. He was a bit of lamb. No one else under stood her so well. Aunt Marion and her cousins had been horrid all through her trouble. They had never liked her, had always been jealous of her because she was beautiful. Women!
 After he had gone she began to feel a trifie lonely. Had she been | wrong not to bring her maid But then she had left she wanted to be alone. There was an engraved list of passengers on board and she picked 1t up, reading it avidly. One name cought her eye; "The Marquis of Emeiin-Dare." Why, that was the handsome young man she had met at Cannes two or three seasons ago when she had been visiting the Dentons. He was delightful Englishman. He had been poor as poverty then but he had since come into a lot of money through the death of rela- tive. Lila sauntered over to the dressing table and touched her hair speculat;vely. She looked a fright. She would ring up the beauty shop end have facial. Maybe slie would not keep to her cabin all tho way, as she had | threatened, but dine in the main salon. After all, she had been ter ribly shut up for the past month. She owed it to herself to take an interest in life She was
 The Marquis was young, too. And Marko Bfoughton was old. Poor Marko! Maybe it had been providential that woman had made such a fuss. He had been very generous witn Lila. She would send him a Iadiogram presently. I It would be friendly and cheerful and sisterly in tone. Then she would change and go. on deck. Those dreadful reporters would be (To Re Concluded) |