The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-02-02
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SYNOPSIS

GALE HENDERSON, pretty and a, works in Q silk mill. She and her brother, PHIL, 10, sup- mort their Invalid father.
 STEVE MEYERS, who also works in the mill, asks Gale to marry him. She promises tO give him an answer in few days.
 Later that evening Gale goes skating on the river, gOes through the Ice and is rescued by BRIAN WESTMOliE, whose ia. tIler, now dead, built the mill. Brian asks Gale to walt while he gets his car bust when he returns she is gone.
 Brian has come home after two years fin Paris, convinced he can never become an artist and ready to 20 to work in the mill. vICKY THATCHER, daughter ] of ROBERT THATCHER, gcn- eral manager of the mill, schemes to captivate Brian.
 Brian sees Gale in the mill and is amazed to find she Is an em- pIOyc. Vicky telephones that her car has broken down. Brian takes her home and on the way they witness q street fight bc. tween Phil Henderson and ED VOGEL. The fight ends when q policeman appears. Later, driV- ing home, Brian thinks of Gale and wonders what her name IS.
 CHAPTER XII
 The line in the cafeteria shuffied forward, past wells of bean and tomato soup, past trays of cab bage and macaroni and cheese and fbeef stew, on the small, glitter ing mounds of rcd and gold gela- tin, the prunes and solid-lOoking wedges of apple pie.
 The heavy porcelain dishes clat- tered and voices buzzed-now ris- ing and lowering in volume. brok- en in upon by shrill laughter or q sharp exclamation. It was lunch time for the day shift in the mill.
 Gale Henderson, halted by the line in front, rested her tray s against the steam table. She nod ded and said. "Yes-thc tomato soup" to the woman across the counter. Someone logged Gales el- bow as the women set the bowl on the tray and the thick red liquid splashed. Gale turned. She heard the voice of girl in front:
 Suppose you heard about the 1ght last nlgntE
 "You mean Vogel and Phil Hen derson?" It was different girl speaking now.
 Yeah. Know what started it?'
 Ruby, I suppose"
 "Sure. What all these guys see in that dame-but guess 1t was some fight! Phil ought to know better than to try to cut in on Ed yogel-"
 "Say, thought 1t was just the other way around!"
 The first girl shook her head knowingly; [, "So; oio rye s,;a SsRia,ehe sRi ehe Ryan told me and she used to go around with Ruby all the time. Blanche says it's the iimit-tne way Ruby Is always two-timing guys. Just the same, Phil ought to leave Vogel alone. Ed Vogel can lick any man in the mill. That's what my brother says"
 The two girls had reached the end of the line and made their way toward a table. Gale halted, hold ing her tray. Color famed in her cheeks. She was angry at the girls, angry at Phil. What a way for him to behave! No wonder he'd left the house so early that morning. Fight ing with brute like Ed Voget. Over girl like Ruby Griffith! That's who they meant. of course.
 She wished she didn't have to sit with anyone at lunch to-day. But she did. There were no indl- vidual tables in the mill cafeteria. There was Josie Gridley at a table where there was vacant place. Gale made her way toward It.
 Josie said, "H'lo, Gale. Sure there's room for you" and pushed some dishes aside. Well" she went on. what do you think of the new boss?"
 'The new boss?" ..
 Josie nodded. Brian Westmore," she explained. ''The old mans son. They say he's going to work here now-that Is, if you can call 1t work. sitting in a swell office like Thatcher.s, giving orders and all that, That was him Thatcher was pilot4ng around yesterday. Didn't you see 'em?"
 "Yes," Gale said. "I saw them. but what makes you think Brian Westmore's going to stay here Maybe he's just home for a visit
 Josie's nod was negative and em- phatic, "No." she said. "Bill Keeley knows a fellow in the business or. / flee and he said-this fellow Bill knows, I mean-that young West. more's got special office, rign! next to Thatcher's. Gee, he's swell looking! Don't you think so! Tall and dark and such swell clothes They say he's been everywhere all around the world"
 And he paints pictures" the girl across the table put in. That's what he was doing in Paris. Paint ing pictures"
 "IN bet that wasn't all he did" her neighbor added knowingly "I've seen 1t in the movies - the way they cut loose in Paris. Cham dressed up in feathers and not a stitch of anything else. saw a movie just last week where there was a fellow who was an artist
 What want to know" Josie interrupted, "is why ne came back to this place. Imagine guy with the money Brian Westmore's got. able to go anywhere he wants to and do anything he pleases. Im- agine coming to this place!"
 There was a chorus of agree ment. Gee. I know what I'd do" the girl across the table began, but again Josie cut her short.
 s'Look", she said, pointing to the clock on the wall. Seven minutes and you've got to be back on the job. Wonder how long MT Brian Westmore gets for lunch. D'you suppose they cut his pay if he's a minute late?"
 Well, they'll cut yours" the other girl snapped back. T would