The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-12-07
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WHAT HAS HAPPENED so FAR

WHAT HAS HAPPENED so FAR
 After the death of her parents, lovely DANA WESTBROOK, child 0f her mothers second marriage, cannes to America to live with her grandmother, MRS. WILLARD CAMERON.
 Dana's half-sister, NANCY WALLACE, is resentful over Dana'S coming.
 Mrs. Cameron hopes Dana Will make a brilliant marriage. She is. eIated when rich RONALD MOORE becomes interested in her young granddaughter.
 Lonely Nancy masks her love for Ronald behind an antagOnlS- tic attitude.
 Meanwhile. Dana and DIR. SCOTT STANLEY becomes at tracted to eacher. PAULA LONG, desperately in love with Scott, watches his interest in Dana deepen.
 Dana is caught in storm and takes refuge in ScOtts cottage. With his car nthe shop and tele- uhOne wires out, the two young eOpIe anxiouSIy wait for the storm to end.
 NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER XII
 The room was warm and cozy. In the fireplace flames leaped and cracked, but not loud enough to drown out the sound of the pelting rain. Involuntarily Dana drew to- ward the fire.
 Lets talk" she said to Scott. 'Tt won't do any good to worry. And the storm can't last all night" " She felt she must not add to Scott's uneasiness.
 "What shall we talk about?" he asked.
 "Oh-things. You might tell me about yourslef, for instance
 There's not much to tell"
 "But there must be. What about this house, your professional train ing, everything"
 He grinned at her unexpectedly. well. that's a large order-every- thing! It's just the usual story. My father was a physician and sur- geon. grew up in this town, you know. My father was hurt in an accident and died. After that Mother didn't care about living. I know she tried, for my sake, but she couldn't"
 "She didn't-?"
 "No, she didn't kill herself. Some thing snapped-the will to live, I guess. They said she died of heart trouble"
 "Then?" Dana persisted.
 '"There was money enough to send me to school for a while, and by that time I had this medic germ. So here lam! Now what about you?"
 Dana told him. There had never been much money, but she and her father and mother had had gay times. She remembered her mother a0 laughing a great deal. With a shine in her eyes. She remembered, too, the funny little foreign houses they had lived in. The floors were galbes and unexpected stairways. levels. And there were picturesque glabes and unexpected stairways. Dana said she supposed they lived 1n such places because her artist father hated things that followed 8 AircIlmScrihed nattarn
 "And your mother liked them be- pause he did" Scott added.
 Dana said impulsively, we have something in common, haven't we ,-the devotion of our parents?"
 Afterward she wondered why she had said that. Her face had flushed, her pulse quickening strangely when Scott's hand closed over hers for moment.
 The fire burned lower. After 8 while a silence closed down, broken occasionally by Dana's voice and then by Scott's.
 Funny" Dana thought. 'It's not necessary to talk with him unless you want to. There's never any need to pretend" And yet she had never been so alert. There was 8 feeling of vibrancy in the silence. It was nice to be with Scott, so close you could reach out and touch his hand. Yet it wasn't necessary. One felt his presence so disturb ingly-so excitedly (Dana substitut- ed the word). T could be in the dark and if he were in the room, I'm sure I'd know it." Dana de- cided. That's of course, was a silly thought. Her face was suddenly warm with embarrassment.
 Scott said, "It's 12:30. Suppose you lie down on the sofa while keep watch. I promise to wake you as soon as there is a sign the storms letting up."
 Dana went to the comfortable looking divan in the corner, tucked 8 pillow under her head and pulled a coverlet over her. It was knitted in bright blocks. She suspected it was the handiwork of Scott's mother.
 Good night" Dana said.
 Good night" Scott said.
 For a while she watched Scott His blond head rested against the cushioned back of deep chair. His eyes were on the fire embers. How attractive he was. And how nice Then she must have slept.
 She was awakened by Scott's voice, "Everything's shipshape"
 "The storm?" came Dana's sleepy query.