The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-06-19

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 They were both silent for a min ute. John Kaye had saved her life; there was no least doubt of 1t. After bit Zoe said briskly, well, that's that. And you're not having any?"
 'I'm not having any," Katharine told her. Your imagination is run ming away with you"
 Bertine came in just then with some fussy directions and conn plaints, and the conversation quite naturally languished. Katharine was glad to be furiously busy. It gave her no time to sit and brood. She had heard that Michael Heatheroe had returned to In- nicock. The very fact that he had failed to come to her established in her mind the suspicion that the marriage ceremony of the week be- fore had been cruel joke. Violet had promised to see about the an- nulment in Katharine's absence. She could trust Stanley Merser; LHt dILdiE WOulu DG AtlHubGu tAb AC- gently and quietly as possible. And If, in the end, news of 1t leaked out, at least Katharine would be miles away from her stepmother's rage and surprise.
 At 5 o'clock her packing was fln- ished. Zoe had gone to some tennis matches, promising to return later. Katharine, unable to sit still, wear ing the rather crumpled white frock she had worn all day, jumped into her car and drove at a furious pace up and down the roads bord- ering the town. She kept assiduous- ly away from River road.
 She ran into the beauty shop where Isabel worked and found that volatile little creature in tears. Miss Betsy had gone home. There were no customers about. Isabel had felt free to indulge her "flt of the blues." ...
 She sat behind the manicure table. getting out the dozen and one glittering small tools and emery boards. Drying her eyes.
 Don't mind me, Miss Strykhurst Surely can give you quick doing up. No trouble at all. We don't close till was just having a good cry. It helps when you get kind of down."
 It was Bill, the crudely hand some young man who drove the express truck who had caused Isa- bers tears. They had gone to a dance the night before. Bill had got "roaring drunk" and started a fight with someone. He had also. Katharine gathered, fallen for" a blond girl who was nobody you'd know or even heard of"
 "Aren't men the limit?" Isabel inquired, brushing away a bright drop that trembled on her mas caraed lashes. "Sure I know he's crazy about me and all, but some times just get to wondering what it's all about. Why can'tswe get along without them? But It's styl- ish to have man, my mother said; that's what she said when she married old Price. He was her third. You can't get along with lem or without 'em. Isn't 1t the truth? 2"
 The phone rang and Isabel ran to it, pushing aside tables and stools in her progress. But 1t wasn't a pertinent Bill; just GUS. toner. making an appointment for the morrow. Isabel dropped with disappointment.
 "What any girl ought to do" she said oraculariy, polishing Kath- arine's nails. before applying the liquld coating. "what she ought to do Is marry someone she doesnt give hang about and just sort or kick him around. That's the way a girl gets the breaks. Why, l had Q girl friend who did that. She didn't give a scream for this boy she married, but he just worships the ground she walks on, and say, they've got along dandy. He's the quiet kind. She used to go around with a boy from Yonkers. He was heli-raiser, and she says to me more than once, I'm not going to spend my life tying up his head. see if do." And she was right. Sure, she was crazy about him and all, but she gave him the air and 1t turned out that was the right thing"
 Isabel put her head on one side,