The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-09-21

you since got back from the cruise? ?"
 She had been avoiding Edward and she had been stupid to do it. He was friend to cling to, honest and good and dependable. Not thrilling, maybe. But then you couldn't expect thrills always. You couldn't expect that painful con- striction of the heart and chest you didn't want to experience 1t, every time man spoke to you.
 She told him about the new job and Edward was a satisfactorily audience.
 "No kidding?" Edward marveled. That's great. You'll be 8 knock out in the shop. Suits you"
 His praise, his enthusiasm warmed her. She hadn't half-ap- preciated Edward before. She was always expecting him to live up to some impossible ideal; to be clever and gay and exciting, all at once. Now she found his obvious admira- tion very soothing. Something in her wounded pride rose to meet it. Look, why don't we dine togeth- CT to-night?" Edward wanted to know. And do a show-something like that?"
 She had avoided him before be- cause he had shown signs of a deeper interest. Now she well comed this. Anything to make her forget that mocking gaze of Denis Fenway.
 Burt Masterson came into the shop just after she returned from luncheon and spoke to her briefly. Would $30 week be all right, he wanted to know? It was what the other girl had got.
 Thirty dolalrs was all right, Boots told him demurely, with her eyes yelled to hide the involuntary sparkle of delight. He went away and Frances Gawtrye said to her, He likes you. Not many people Burt likes. He's rather a bear. know him so well; he went to col lege with my older brother, Bill"
 He's very nice," Boots said. But it was not of Burt Masterson she was thinking. He had said, Fen way says you have the goods. I hope he's right
 He had smiled, and so the words hadn't sounded harsh.
 So the day went by on winged feet. Boots flew back to her room at six o'clock to dress. The Bay Tree stayed open until nine o'clock only on Saturdays. Edward was coming for her at seven.
 But first she must write to Denis. However she might feel about his treatment of her, there were the decencies to consider. Denis had get her this job and she owed him acknowledgement, at least.
 Dean Denis," her pen faltered. Thank you ever so much for speaking to MT Masterson about me. started at the Bay Tree to- day. like it."
 She signed her name. What a stiff little note! She stared at it in dissatisfaction, beginning an- other.
 Dear Denis: P. s. I got the job. Thanks a lot.'
 No. that wouldn't do. That was to fiippant. Denis hated fiip- pancy. His perceptions were so delicate. He would frown over that one.
 This was the letter she might not write. might never send to him;
 My dearest: Everything I did to-day was colored with thoughts of you. Every time a man ap- preached me on the street my heart leaped because I thought it was you. I was angry at you Sunday. You hurt me very deeply. But l know 1t wasn't you. really. 1t was som hinD outside y0tirsaIf I am working at the shop and liking 1t. Thank you and bless you for that ."
 She tore the sheet in little strips, tore them across once more. What utter madness!
 Mrs Mooney put her head in the door: Your young mans here"
 Boots started to her feet. Poor Edwardl She had completely fcr- gotten him!
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