The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-12-04

child of her mothers second mar Fiaee, comes to America to live with her grandmother, MRS. WILLARD CAMERON
 Dana's half sister, NANCY WALLACE, feels bitter toward her.
 Mrs. Cameron decides to intro duce Dana to the social set at marty, hoping rich RONALD MOORE will become seriously interested.
 Dana, meanwhile, has met and hecorne attracted to young DR. SCOTT STANLEY, who is poor. Nancy, who masks her love for Ronald behind an antagOnistic attitude, dresses happily for the party. Her happiness fades when sh sees Dana, radiant and Deau- tifuI, in a twin frOck.
 Dana, alone on the porch while Ronald goes to bring her a glass of punch, hears a whistle from the garden. She goes there ana finds Scott Stanley.
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 CHAPTER TX
 Scott eyed the girl intently. T keep telling myself" he said, that first impressions aren't reliable, that YOU couldn't be as wonderful as you seemed. had to find out"
 Dana answered coolly. When you've finished your inventory think I'd better go back to the house"
 He ignored this. "It's probably the moonlight playing tricks" he went on. "Or that dress you're wear ing. Even plain girl would seem beautiful in that dress. Anyhow don't dare trust my judgment. I'll have to see you again-soon."
 Dana was amused. And how many times" she asked, will you need to see me before you make up your mind?"
 "I might suggest most of your evenings-a lot of your afternoons every Sunday. Or I might ask for all your todays and tomorrows."
 Dana's heart quickened to some thing in his voice. Are you trying to make me believe you are in love with me?"
 "No," Scott said slowly. "Not yet"
 Abrouptly he arose from the bench and pulled her into his arms. Their steps fell together easily, rhythmically. DO you know that tune-Living in the Middle of the Moonlight'?" he asked.
 "Yes."
 "But you haven't ever danced in the middle of it before?"
 "No."
 "You haven't danced like this be- fore?" Scott urged, drawing her closer.
 Dana broke from his arms. Good night" she said. T don't know what I'm thinking of"
 She heard his laugh. As she near ed the porch she heard him wfistling softly. The sound stopped abruptly and Dana realized he had jumped over the garden wall.
 But Dana was wrong. A short time before Mrs. Cameron had mo- toned to Nancy. "Dana's not on the door," Mrs. Cameron said in 8 low voice. 'Find her. In my day, 'twasn't considered proper to de- sert guests and sit out in dark cor ners with young men,"
 "Here comes my perennial part ner," Nancy said. "Amuse Tommy for me and I'll see if can lure Dana into the light"
 She went into the hall. There was another door leading to the side veranda and this way she would avoid the curious-eyed and also the danger of having someone, like Tommy, tag on.
 Nancy suspected Dana was sit- ting out with Ronnie, and had no pleasure in her mission. Just like Gran to pick me for job like this," Nancy thought gloomily.
 But the darkened veranda was deserted. Nancy stood for mo- ment close to the vines, which were stirred by the cool night wind. She turned, startled. Ronnie was coming toward her, holding 8 glass in his hand. That gang in there would turn Niagara into a Sahara desert" he complained. Thought I'd never get through to the punch bowl"
 The girl in the shadows did not reply. Bonnie placed his glass on the banniste trailing. Tt was be- cause I wanted to get out here with you, that made me so impatient. |. I'm out of my head about you"
 His voice shook with emotion, as he took Nancy in his arms and kissed her.
 The next moment Nancy's voice, choked with feeling, fell on Ronnie's amazed ears. T suppose you go around kissing all the girls you know, Ronnie. But even at that, I'm surprised you picked on me-"
 "Nancy, honestly, I'm sorry" Ronnie said. His amazement was genuine. T didn't know"
 "So you didn't know you were kissing me?" Nancy asked.
 Great heavens, No! You don't think would-well, out of a clear sky like that"
 Nancy said in 8 queer tone. You thought I was-Someone else"
 Bonnie replied, miserably. T did- mt know you were out here. Any, way. I guess I've had too much. That punch is pjlenty spiked. And I've had couple of drinks on the side"
 T suppose you want me to think you're plastered, Bonnie. It isn't necessary to apologize. The in- cident is forgotten. So far as I'm concerned, it never happened. My memory is likely to be awfully short where 8 kiss of yours is concerned" |"