The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-01-31

town. They lived in attractive homes out on Wells avenue or Liv' ingston street. Brian knew manj of these young peopie-thc sons and daughters of shop-keepcrs,r real estate dealers, bankers, lawyers insurance salesmen. He had supposed the girl skating on the river that night was one of them. Sooner or later, he'd been sure, he'd run into her at the Coun- try club or on q downtown street, or out with some crowd. He hadn't dreamed he'd find her hcre--in the mill.
 Was that why she'd run away the other night--before he got back with the car?
 Brian wondered about that. And again he wondered what her name was-this girl with the gray eyes and dark brows and the head set so proudly on her shoulders. She'd been plucky. Kept her head anI her nerve or he'd never been able to. keep her from going under the fec. Yes, she'd been game.
 She was out there now, in that huge, gray room with the roaring, grooming machines and the whiri- ing spindles and the girls whose arms moved like machines, too up and down, up and down. Brian had seen her, bending forward, do- ing something with jerking fin- gers. He hadn't been able to hear what Thatcher was saying because of the uproar m the room. The air was too warm: the whole place blur Of gray and black-diZzy, whirling motion and grating noise.
 Thatcher said all those girls were weIl-paid--
 Brian wished. suddenly, that he could talk to the girl with the gray eyes. She could tell him things he wanted to know.
 Meanwhile here he was in this shining new office with the door on which no one knocked, the memorandum pad that was blank, the telephone that never tang.
 He had report Thatcher had given him 10 read and he'd read 1t through twice. The whole thing might have been 50 much Greek, for all he understood 1t.
 It's only because this is the first day" Brian told himself. "It won't be like this tomorrow.
 The telephone rang.
 Brain lifted Die receiver, said "Hcllo," and recognized Vickys voice. "HoW's the new captain of industry?" she demanded.
 Hardly il captain" he told her. More of Il cabin boy. HoWs the pampered parasite ?"
 Vicky laughed. "Brian," she said I'm in q mess"
 What sort of q mess?''
 "Oh, it's nothing so dreadful. On ly 1 don't want father to know. Listen, will you do something for me 7"
 Say the word!" he told her. "I hope I haven't committed myself to anything worse than setting fire to Il bank or robbing the U. $. mail"
 Vicky laughed again. "Arent you sweet. No, it's not nearly so bod as that. I'm out at il garage on Surrey road--ncar Pikesviile. 1 was driving il little too fast, [ guess, on that long hill this side "f PikcsyIllc. There's il turn at the bottom and-well, instead of turn ing 1 hit tree"
 Are you hurt ?''
 Not 4 scratch! But there's something wrong with the car. They're working on 1t here at the garage. Some people came along and lowed me this far. It's going to take hours and hours before he cars ready--maybe not tonight. What 1 want to know, Brian, is can you come out and get ine?"
 "Of course.'
 "Angel! But don't Say anything to father about il. He'd be terribly unreasonable. How soon can you get here"
 Brian looked ht his watch. "l',n a working man now" he reminded her. "It's il little after 4 o'clock-"
 "Now don't tell me you're doing anything so important you can't gete away! This is n terrible place cold and dirty and dismal. Please come right away, Brian!"
 He looked at the bare desk be-