The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-11-22
BIZ JULIE vAALS

The music drifting from the club house and the slow small lake waves washing the sandy beach held much of the same rhythm, haunt ing, more than Q little lonely. No moon, but stars, millions of them, stars tangled in the willow branches, stars gleaming in the water like clusters of small flowers dipped in quicksilver.
 Kay lifted her head with @ quick, restless movement. Her hands were clasped tightly about her knees. She did not look at Larry. A little while before-that was when he had come for her before this last dance-she had been able to say, Darling, if just once tonight I act as if it weren't smply any other night, bop me right here, hardl"
 He had taken away the small fist she had pressed against the point of her chin and kissed her. Come on, little idjit, let's skip this dance" !"
 Now she did not trust herself to speak at all. She leaned forward, her shoulders hunched a little as if against the wind which was blow ing off the lake.
 Larry said, "Why don't you say something, honey? Isn't everything" in the almost imperceptible pause she could feel him looking at her "right2"
 Somehow she laughed, shaken breath of laughter. "Of course, Larry. I'm cold, that's all. This wind isn't like summer. It's turned colder all at once."
 You've been such a good sport. Don't spoil things now, Kay"
 Spoil thingsl" Her voice was quick, bitter. She bit her lip. That was wrong. All wrong. Not what she meant to say. It was the chill wind that made her say that-the wind that froze the waters of her gentleness till they were sheeted with ice.
 She thought of the long summer days under blue skies -- days when any realities save those of the bliss full present seemed remote. Days of boating on the cool waters of the lake, or walking through green arched paths. Days that could never be again; even now the wind seemed a kind of requiem for them.
 She thought of the dreamy nights they had danced away together; nights filled with music and laugh ter. Nights when the world had but two people in it - themselves. Nights like this one. Only this was the last night of all, and @ chill wind was blowing. A wind whose sound had finality in 1t. What was ahead? Only
 Her arms caught him closer. "Just hold me this way. As if you didn't really mean to let me go.'
 There was something peculiarly masculine in his protesting sigh Don't say I didn't shoot square, Kay--that didn't tell you"
 Her smile was wry. "Oh, you told me. But I was fool. How did I know I'd feel so primitive about you? I though I could take it on the chin without Q whimper Oh, Larry, quick. Bop me so II shut up. Boop me hardi"
 The light above the pier swunl to the lake in a wide arc, passed over them and was gone. But ht had seen the tears glittering on hei dark lashes, the tremulous softness of her lips. "Kayl Don't cry, dar- ling, I can't stand to see you cry" He drew his handkerchief across her eyes. You poor babyl"
 Sharply she jerked away from him. Caution forgotten, her voice lashed out. Don't you dare pity mel You needn't. You don't think I'm going on being lonely, do you?"
 "You don't know what you're say- ingl"
 "Oh, don't II I guess you think after you're gone I'll sit around gnawing my nails and getting Q haggard look. How can you be so sure don't have some one to 90 back to?"
 You mean you don't mean you're married, too?"
 She looked out across the water thoughtfully. "No, not yet. But I will be. I'm engaged. We're to be