The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-05-13
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Beginning a New Serial
 of Modern Youth in a Gay Vacation Colony
CHAPTER I

Ot was air threat of the intense heat which would presently brood the whole countryside in the qulet ot mid day. bride path wandered through the stiffness and there was churchke hush in the deep places, where brooks copper cooed stones and toads hopped in the long grass.
 Katharine Strykhurst walked her through the woods slowly first later spurring her to daring gait The beautiful Katharine drowning this fine morning. Her dark exqustey arched brows almost met fine eyes of an intense dark blue Her far halr fine and silky with sheen of authentic gold in its deep waves brushed straight back fro mher brow ana gathered into knot at the of her necek Her white
 linen odhpurs her casually white shirt set off her looks to perfection. Yet there something almost startling in the contrast between the darkness of those eyes and the fairness of her skin and hair Katharine, in fact was of contradictions and occasionally proud of it. She was at once proud and humble, humble arrogant and gen her spirit suffered keeny because of the contrarinesS of her Warrlng emotions.
 This morning was fair example She had come to the riding cub-Michae Heatheroes cub-fully expect ing Michael to accompany her on her morning canter For weeks however since the early part of April actu aly-tha had been the accepted order of things kah- arne longer needed the service of groom She man. it had been Michaers habit to mount his and lead her along the paths. This particular morning another pupil had been at the stables before her plump dark, uscousy pretty girl whom Katharine recognized as Sally Moon, of the girls who had gone to the same school Katharine had attended in the village of Inncock which lay below her now In the shlmmerng haze ot morning.
 KATHARINE had nodded coldy to Sally who IN resplenden in brooches and brightly polished boots
 and who the most absurd Ot crOcneted yellow sports beret her dark mass of curs at an absurd angle
 The coored boy had out grinning at Katharine, leading the little mare known as Fury. Katharine had shut off the ignition had eaped out of her and not without flourish) had mounted Furys back with ease and elegance.
 She had heard Sally say angudly to Tips "Is i Michael comng? ,, <
 Out of the of her eye Katharine had been that Tips had nodded in the direction of the stables whence Michael Heatheroe at that moment emerging The caught the crest of his red hair and made 1t gleam Katharine felt her heart plunge right itself insane this is the way her tratorous always behaved when Michael first appeared on the scene perfectly ordinary young man in riding clothes she told herself, proudly and scornfuly: that was all he was x Michael had greeted her with unsef- conscious smile. MA Sorry can't ride with you. I've lesson" He had thrown glance in Sallys direction, and Katharine had forced her stiff lips into the sembance of smile Nat <; uraly he would ride with Sally Moon if she were \ beginner. \ Katharine threw up her handsome head with inn patient gesture, going over the brief scene again.
 'Tm qute quite mad" she confided to the silent ases, riding by Certainly of her business if Michael had pupil He needed all he could get during the spring and summer All the summer people went back to the city the first of September leaving lnnicock shuttered and silent No, Michael had to look his own affairs while people rented big houses the bay and along the lanes. X e4s&7.,:sal r COME men liked Sally Moons type; there doubt " about that Sally luscious sun-kssed like peach flpeneQ slid in all directions especially in the direction of what happened to be about She had way of sidng up to men, half bold, half coy.
 "I cant-I won't compete with that sort of thing Katharine Strykhurst confded aloud to the world and startled at herself Who asking her to compete with Sally? What on earth was she raving about?
 She began to laugh and with the first rippng sound her black mood slid from her shoulders. What fool she was, making mountain out of mOlehiA! Michael was her friend, tall, rangy young with slow smile and caressing note in his voice for everyone Sally only small town coquet with too much makeup and trick of making every triangular conversation competition in
 In good humor now, Katharine galoped the the last few paces of that stretch of lane which would presently the Shore Road which was Innicocks main artery This far out it broad ribboned high way, flanked by red and white stations ad occa sional mammoth sign. mile two back from the Sound 1t became Inncocks Main Street. with tall naples shading old white houses with green shutters Further down still the bank, the whitep painted church, the library Miss Matildas nursery school and grocery store Innicock old village sleepy comfortable eisurey Katharine often sad with passion, that she hated it.
 She lived in of the oldest largest of the stone houses down on the Point It set in the midst of parklike acres. Its Norman turre was hung with ivy and in clemats dropped mournfully from it's portico Within it dark with seasoned oak eastern rugs, bronze lamps and red velvet hangings Twenty five years ago 1t had been showpace and in the eyes of Katharines trim modern sepmother it that still Her father whitehaired porty lawyer down in the city, never thought of changing anything about it.