The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1935-05-27

the little car leaped madly ahead.
What fool she was, to be los
ing her head about pleasant
young mrn who had a way with
horses! What, after all, did she
know about him? Precisely moth
ing!
Berthe was very cool because
Katharine was late for lunch. "Dr
John telephoned," Berthe said as
they rose from the table. Hes
coming out for SWIM"
THAT'S NICE" Katharine, was
politely disinterested. AS If II
mattered whether John Kaye
stayed or went q.
II do think you might show a
little interest in our guests said
Berthe bitterly. "Since you met
that woman - that Mrs. Merser-
you don't seem to have time for
anyone
Katharine did not answer. Every
thing was horrid to-day. Heat had
descended on the village like q
blanket. Berthe made home un-
endurable, with her seedlings and
complaints. Nothing was as you
thought 1t would be
She went to her own room and
brushed her hair and changed her
frock for a brief bathing suit Of
leaf green silk. In 1t she looked
like a dryad. There was little
cove on their beach pleasant sha-
dows at this time of day. There
she would be secure from every
one. In an hour or two she would
go in swimming by herself. Let
John Kaye find her If he couldi
Katharine settled herself in the
curve of the rock wall with her
plaid beach robe and a book. but
her eyes kept rowing from the
printed page as she reviewed the
brief encounter Of the morning.
IT think you're grand" Michael
had said. Probably that didn't
mean a thing
Presently She fell asleep.
There were voices behind her
when she awoke. A man and a
girl. They must be below the con-
vent hedge. Probably one Of the
maids who had slipped down to
talk to her beau.
Katharine felt heavy and drowsy.
The heat was intense. She had no
inclination to move.
Those voices sounded familiar.
although neither was lifted above
a whisper. 1--WE fixed it." said the
man easily. I'VE drive up to
Greenwich about 10. We meet
Howe and the minister at 1880,
Howe has fixed up the license bust
ness. Then we send the folks a
wire. How does that strike your
"Marvelous!" a girls voice said.
Zoe's voice, Katharine stirred I'M
easily from her lethargy. She ought
to make some sound--cry out that
she had overheard.
There was the sound of kiss
The sound Of half hysterical laugh
ter. Katharine sat up, rubbing her
eyes. Had she dreamed 1t all?
But no To the left dinghy
painted red sped out toward the
little yacht bobbing at anchor,
Glib Larkin's boat.
Zoe Parker clipping with Gibbs!
But that was preposterous. Kath-
arine hoped. uneasily. that she had
dreamed it. After all. even II II
were true, was II any OF her bus
mess?
She shook herself, sprang erect.
She ran to the end of the pier and
dove. flash of green and white
against The dazzling summer scene.
The man smoking a cigaret on the
balcony opening from the gun
room watched her intently. He
was a slim man in a gray business
suit. His blunt-tipped fingers were
the fingers of clever surgeon. His
eyes were keen behind his glasses.
When he came down the pebbled
stretch of beach several minutes
later Katharine was swimming.
She shouted to him. Come along
in"
"Later!"
The heat shlmmered on the pier:
the sun made a bright cascade Of
molten reflections on the water. A
boat with a sail painted emerald
green bobbed at anchor of the
point.
Katharine swan back and haul
ed herself up by the iron ladder.
"Oh, John. it's grand. You ought to
come in"
"Going to In half a minute"
"John. are you mad at me?"
He looked at her with his ia
miliar smile and for minute
Katharine was struck BY the quail
| ity OF II.
II wanted to have a talk with
you. Katharine" he said, his voice
oddly trembling.
ibid you. John? Look-first Of
all I want 20 tell you something.
Its the most cock-eycd thing that