The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-05-17

| he'd found a place in town. He was
going to have an apartment? Well,
| then, she (Bertine) could help him
| to furnish it. The second Mrs
Strykhurst was on the shady side of
so. Her hair was a clear, almost
dazzling white, always beautifully
clipped and waved. She had spark
ling dark eyes and and rosy skin.
Her energy always made Katharine
feel limp and lifeless. Now, as she
whirled out of the room to leave
instructions with the maids about
DIR Hayes room, Katharine reacted
as usual. -, ~
"You see what I mean?" she
asked John cautiously.
He nodded. All the Hayes are
like that. Steam rollers
Katharine threw out her hands,
"I hate to seem to complain. but
Berthe would honestly be much
dream around-she liked people
with what she calls pep. She
would like me to run the Junior
League and the Girls Club and
take on the Camp Fire groups in
my spare time"
John shouted again, so joyously
that Ellen, busting mahogany in
the hall, peeped within as she
passed, with an answering smile.
You're a worker, Kay. I've
seen you fling yourself into things.
The time of that fire over in Burt
ville-why, you were only Is, and
you nearly killed yourself. rushing
back and forth"
Eyes, but the trouble is" said the
girl, Most Of the time there's
really nothing for me to do. Ber-
tine runs the house and the
grounds and Daddy would like me
to marry some nice boy and be
done with it,"
well. why don't your"
perhaps I will, some day: but
now -"
You ought to take nurses train
ing" John Kaye said suddenly, in
the silence. That's keep you
busy"
oh, John. would you give me a
job?'
Certainly, If you were nice and
neat anu oHiy WoheSu AAui SN''S
off,"
That's a bargain. Look, I must
change for lunch now. Don't go
away, will your"
DR. Kaye stood up as she did. She
was conscious, in the cool room. of
some quality of strength about this
slender man with the quiet voice
and the easy smile.
Hurry back. have lots TO tell
you"
Below the windows sof her room
shadows dappled the burning green
of the lawn. In a far corner Giu-
seppe adjusted the hose of a garden
spray. Roses, white and pink and
crimson, burned in the borders. AS
she flung the warm, wrinkled linen
garments from her she could hear
Bertine's staccato tones and Johns
deep voice in reply. A certain peace
and contentment seemed to brood
over the house.
Katharine slipped her arms into
the sleeves of a creamy silk dress
ing gown with a dark blue mono
gram worked upon the pockets, and
laced the heavy blue cord about
her. In a bathroom whose tiles
were the shade OF the water in n
shallow pool she ran her generous
tub. Berthe might be strenuous
person to live with, but she was a
good housekeeper. There were
thick snowy towels in the racks;
the bath salts and the fat balls of
soap were greeny-blue; the chrome
fixtures shone. Sheer curtains spot
less white, fiuttered at the windows
and dolphins disported themselves
on green shower curtain.
Katharine, soaping and splash
ing, had vision of herself In
starched white at an office door.
'Dr Kaye? But he's expecting
you, Mrs Browning
She would be the one who
would count sponges ut the grave
operation. She would save the lit
tie boy gasping for breath f.
sho would have II llfe work OF her
very own.
The day dream lasted through
the long, fright afternoon, through
1.-Two sets OF tennis with John Kaye,
' II lnsted, IN fact, until portly,