The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-07-18

Marsh nodded. Pardon me, 10.
think this may be from Pete
Fragonet " He glanced III
the short transcription Of the tele-
gram. Eyes, it's from Fragonet.
The studio has given him some
time off, and he'll be here with his
wife next week" He showed the
note into his pocket. "Now let me
take you to your rooms. I didn't
have an elevator put in" he
laughed, after all, people should
have exercise on their vacations
and it's only one flight.
Most of the people who will be
here" he continued, starting for
the stairway, ARE slender and
young enough not to mind too
much. You see, this isn't just an
inn. The guests will come by in
vitation, and the majority are
friends of mine. OF course, If they
wish to bring others I don't mind.
And suppose IL someone asked to
come I wouldn't refuse" He
laughed gaily. 81 think it will be
a lot of fun myself-but mothers
very dubious about 1t, although she
likes the place.
When will I meet your moth
err" 10 asked with trepidation.
He glanced at his watch. you'll
have time for a tub before dinner
Suppose we three have. dinner to-
gether? I'll meet you downstairs
but first want to see II you like
your rooms"
Joe did like her rooms. She liked
them tremendously, and she could
imagine they would be twice al
attractive in broad daylight when
the sun streamed in on the gay
carpet and the chintz curtains.
There was fair-sized sitting
room, furnished with comfort and
dignity; a small bedroom; and 2
shower and bath. There was even
on the desk o row of new and
brightly jacketed modern novels!
never saw such a charming
ROOM" 10 told Marsh, her eyes
taking in 1t delightly.;
I'm glad you like them" Marsh
answered. He seemed genuinely
pleased at her delight. 81 don't
want you to feel you have any set
hours here, 10. If some morning
You feel like staying in bed until
noon, then by all means stay in bed
until noon. You can play tennis,
or go bathing, or dance, Orwell,
anything you 1ike--beeause you'll
have to be the feminine touch in
the management. I'm just a mere
male, and of course can't expect
mother to go in for these things"
10 laughed. at doesn't sound
like job at all, Mr.. Marsh. I'm
afraid when summer is over I'll be
SO spoiled I won't even be able to
find a job that suits mel"
"You shouldn't worry about that
now, 10. Besides, It's very nice
here in the fall, and I might de-
eide to keep the place open until
the end of October" He started for
the door. "See You at dinner,
them"
10 nodded, and when he had
gone she stood in tthe center of the
room for several minutes, gazing
pnbelievingly at the smooth lake
beyond the windows. An odd ques-
tion was troubling her. Why wasn't
she quite happy with all this? Why
shouldn't she be really delighted
with job that paid SO we'll, that
meant so much to her, and was
hardly anything but play? Was it
was 1t because of Bret?
Since last night she had put
Bret Paul out of her mind as well
as she might; but occasionally the
memory of him standing there ac-
cusingly, would pass across her
brain in a troubled wave. After
all, could she blame Bret Paul for
thinking as he did? Bret had
known work all his life, had known
that you had to pay for whatever
you got in this world, and how
could he understand this good for
tune that had come to her? And
Marsh unless he loved her.
As she undressed for the shower
she wondered vaguely II losing
Bret could be what she must pay
for an idyliic summer at Crest
Lake. Yet there was pride enough
In her to tell her that IL Bret
didn't believe In her, then he didn't
deserve her.
Her thoughts were interrupted
by a sudden knocking at her door,
and the voice of one of the Jap
aHsse boys saying, Miss Dar-yeni
Misses Marsh say dinner Is In five
minutes. She say she want to have
dinner earlier tonight"
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