The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-07-24

had asked to have her beside him or if Amy had arranged it. At any rate, there she was and she would make the most of it. T must fin- ish my story about MT Sears," she said, eagerly, "You remember, the man whose house you wouldn't help me buy?"
 At the same time MT Barney opened with an easy gambt to Amy: Aren't those old-fashioned Pink Daily roses in your center piece? l haven't seen any for years. They used to grow in my grandmother's garden in Maryland when I was a little chap"
 They grow in my garden" said Amy. They only last a little while, but l love the color. And wasn't it clever of Alice to wear a dress that matches them exactly?"
 It was even cleverer, thought MT Barney, that she had passed him over so neatly to the girl in pink. T must tell Lowe, if l see him again, that his daughters a wonder. By George, she'd stand out anywhere. Beautiful and gra- cious. Knows what to do. This dinners excellent. She's had the sense to keep everything within her limits, no trying for effect or putting on style. wonder where she got the Burgundy. It tastes like a Romance-Conti, be hanged if it doesn't"
 Amy did not know that she was getting the credit for the deans cellar and the deans cook. But she did know that the dinner was going, as Edgar had predicted with a bang. The two eminent trustees were mellow to the point of forgetting their eminence. Ed gar had leased Miss Rose into a | fit of chuckles. Alice was pinker and rounder- eyed than ever from excitement and Jane was retellint | dramatically the final scene of the Sears purchase to Howard and | Prentice, for she had discovered al once that she could not command Towards undivided attention. His glance kept straying down the table to Amy. I AS WClIt Oli othAiS oeA W clearly that 1t was Amy to whom everyone was involuntarily turn. ing. She drew them without \effort and there was a sort of wisttu seeking in their gaze, as if they | felt a beauty which held something rare and inscrutable. It made Jane angry. What is it" she thought, "I cant understand it. ] simply can't. There she sits 1T that old white dress and she ism, exerting herself, but they're al centered on her. Even this apt Prentice who got all jazzed uI about me when l first came in He keeps looking at her, too! Ed gar's always been in love with hel II hope that little pink bear he married knows it! And as fol Howard, he doesn't see that any one else exists! If could onl, stop wanting him; could hove loved him hundred times al much as she does. Anyway, it'' my child in this house. He calls himself it's father That's some thing, even If Amy calls herself #. mother. It's my chld. I'm glad let her take it. Oh. she's SC damned snug. Whats her se' Il cret!"
 Amy sitting down the table dit not know that Jane resented ant hated her anew. She did not hatt Jane. She did not think of her nor of the others, very clearly They were all blurred except How ard. This is the end," something within was reminding her, this l! the end. Tomorrow everything will be changed. Tomorrow w must start a new strange life 1T new strange world. Tomorrow Tomorrow" The feeling that the family was solid, the family woult protect and shelter her, had gone The war was black shadow which fell across the family ant plotted out the one she loved thu most.
 Copyright 1884, by Sophie Kerr U (T0 Be Continued.)