The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-06-12

to-night-right away" he impro- vised in haste.
 She pouted. You haven't been to see me since Tuesday"
 "I know. Sorry" Michael said,
 "You aren't. You've been behav- ing - oh, dreadfully!" she re- preached him. Have I done any thing 2" There was a good deal more of this. The man, feeling oppressed by her cloying, posses sive sweetness, managed somehow to get away.
 i've got to go into New York" '"
 "Oh, Michael. I'll run you in and wait for you and then we can go some place to dance later." It was always like this. AL way. She didn't want to let him out of her sight.
 He said, Cant be done. It may take hours. All night" She frowned, drawing her heavy brows together. Thus seen, the prettiness, the coquetry was lost You saw Sally Moon as she would be 20 years hence.
 That's funny. Queer business that takes all night. After we're married, darling, you won't be able to get away with this.''
 She smiled, and there was men ace behind the playfulness. But she drove off, having secured his promise to come around to see her in the morning. She wanted to hear all about it, and he was to make arrangements about the South American trip.
 You're in a fix and no mistake, young fellow-me-lad," muttered Michael to himself. Well, it had been his own fault. He had let himself be caught. and not entirely unwittingly. The night he'd gone back to her house from the Bath club, the night she'd been giddy from too many cocktails, he had simply let her 'get away with it." He'd been too weak, too chivalrous to contradict her when she had announced they were to be married.
 Now he must pay for that weak ness and error. Just at first it hadn't been unpleasant to find himself engaged" to this little warm. cuddling, confidential per- son with the large eyes and the ripping laugh. It had been fiatter- ing to his male ego. He had needed that. rather. Especially when Katharine had appeared to have fnrrntfoy1 ho oyfctAH Katharine. The name, the very thought of her brought a sparkle to his eyes. Katharine. His wife. It was all part of the dream {. He'd have to tell Katharine about the inheritance. It made him, all at once, worthy of her. He needn't be ashamed to take her hand in his, before her people. They couldn't say she was marrying | down" now.
 But, on the verge of sitting down to write the important news to her Che thought he dare not risk another telephone call) he hesi- tated.
 Why tell her? Why not wait and | 5PAAhS II d6 IlOSl uSlSAttu surprise? Why not give it to her when he claimed her, as very special ''going-away present.?
 That's what he would do.
 Tonight he must go into the city and find MT. Downrigg-was that the name?-at the Waldorf and beg him to keep the facts out ot the newspapers. For while, al least.
 Michael called Clarence and told him he was going to New York and wouldn't be back until the late train. He ran the shabby little car around and whirled down to the station.
 The trip into the city seemed un- endurably long. Michael burned with a fever of impatience. Two weeks from now-three weeks, any how-the whole thing would be over and done with. He and Kath. arine would be enroute for Ire. land to see the castle. They would be starting out on the most mar. velous, unpredictable adventure ir the world. | Marriage!
 | He'd never thought much about