The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-12-18

Tony. It wasn't good sign.
 As for Tony-if he started mak- ing trouble for Ann, Sarah told herself, she'd shoot him. The child had troubles enough with out Tony stepping in and compli- eating things further.
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 Ann was reading the note that had come in the morning mail. Tony's note. .,
 The maid had brought the mail to the breakfast room, handing the tray to Peter. He had gath cred Ann's mail. mostly invita- tions, into a stack and handed It to her - not missing the one en- velope addressed in a masculine hand.
 Ann's heart missed a beat as she onened Tony's note. "Belated con gratulations," she said, adding bravely, ''from Tony"
 She did not hand the letter to Peter and he did not ask to see it. It read: "No late suppers, no early morning rides in old cars and taxicabs, no nothing. can't say I congratulate you, Ann, but you deserve it for being so damned jealous. When you're fed up, give me a ring. I'll be waiting. Tony"
 Ann opened another envelope. Out fell a clipping with one para graph boldly red-penciled: won der if a certain man. n-about-toWn's hasty marriage was the result or a fit of pique and if the redhead with whom he ankled down the aisle will be able to disprove the old saying that gentlemen prefer blonds we wonder"
 Ann's face was sober. Peter asked, Mind if see that, Ann 2
 He read the clipping, his face white. When I get my hands on the man who wrote this-what a dirty trick" His eyes were blaz- ing. .. .o. Peter, you wouldn't. Nobody pays any attention to 'High,Liife,,;; po.o,
 "But everybody reads it, Peter said grimly.
 Peter, I couldn't bear it if you did anything about it. Everybody would be talking then"
 Guess you're right" Peter said. He crumpled the clipping in his hand. Sure you won't let 1t upset you?"
 T won't give it another thought Ann said. Unless you need your car, why don't you let Evans drive you down? I'll DICK you up this afternoon"
 T thought you'd be busy get ting ready for the party. Buying a dress"
 Its bought and waiting
 
 Peter was standing by her chair, simply tailored brown jersey with smiling down at her, Ann, in her the starched white collar and cuffs made a pretty picture. She never appeared at breakfast in negligees, but was always dressed in some simple, attractive morning frock like this.
 once when he had demonstrated with her, Ann had said, You all ways dress for breakfast. Why shouldn't I?"
 Its different with me-" he said. "I'm on my way to work" Yet, he realized he liked seeing Ann dressed for breakfast, fresh as a rose, her bronze hair tucked in a small soft knot at the back of her head.
 Well, I'm off," he said. T won't take the car. You're spoil ing me, Ann"
 On the way to the office he thought about the way Ann had pretended to ignore the covert thrust in the scandal sheet. He'd stake his life that she was the squarest, fairest - he caught him. self up. No use in putting Ann on a pedestal. She was playing the game squarely, of course. She had been wonderful on the trip. It had been memorable in many ways. Getting up early. with the mist still thick on the lake. Swimming with her those last warm days before they left. He had never seen anyone as fulfilled over things. Ann was just n kid. A darned sweet kid.
 It occurred to him that the note Ann had received was perhaps more disturbing to her than the clipping. His mouth set in grim lines nt the thought. And then he almost laughed nt the sheer nbsurdlty of his feeling. He had married Ann because they were both nt n high emo tlonal pitch that night. and bee cause both Of them werc hoping Co forget. Forgetting this chap was Ann'a business. Just as fors getting Vnlerin was his,
 Was he forgetting herr Peter honestly dihn't know. ffas.. nax. frns.alnaaa4nl