The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-05-20
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| SXNOESAS
 KATHARINE STRYKHURST, beautiful, %, Is dlscontented with the useless round of social ncttvllies that make up her life. Her father and aristOcratic step- mother, BERTINE, refuse to let Katharine undertake any sort of work.
 Katharine rides daily with MICHAEL HEATHEROE, young < westerner who runs riding club SALLY MOON, local coquette, also enrolls at the club for ride ing lessons.
 ZOE PARKER, Katharine's friend, returns from Europe where she was sent to forget love affair with GIBBS LAR KIN, of whom her parents dis approve, Zoe Is still in love with Gibbs.
 DIR JOHN KAYE, . relative of Bcrtinc's, pays the Stryk- hursts q visit.
 Katharine telephones the ride ing club, learns Michael is ride ing with Sally and feels a pang of jealousy.
 CHAPTER VII
 Zoe spoke cautiously into the mouthpiece: Telegram" she said. straight telegram to MT Gibbs Larkin, Pequot House, White Bay, Maine: Come back. Must see you. Awfully important. All my love Signed sZoe."
 She sighed with relief. No one had heard her. The maids were downstairs, busy with luncheon preparations. Her father, in crisp linen and a shady hat, had driven off half an hour ago to a Garden Club meeting. The gardens brood ed in the fog. Regularly, at inter- vals, a mournful sound pierced the stiffness the foghorn, blowing down past the Point.
 "It's uncanny." Zoe mumured tc herself. The soft summer morning was breathlessly warm, still; haze brooded over everything. Nastur' tium leaves were ,furred witf bright drops and the tall spikes oi foxgloves caught and held beads oi moisture in their inverted dunce' caps.
 She ran downstairs, ran out up on the lawn, her white shoes be- coming streaked and stained witf the heavy dew. If Gibbs should wire back, if Mother should get tho wire-oh, she would be in situa. ton then, right enough! Her hear was beating fast, beating thickly She couldn't stand this much long CT! She had been giddy with shock last night when someone-that Hart boy, she remembered-had said Gibbs was going to marry some girl from Swampscott. Il wasn't, 1t couldn't be true! Peo' pie started stories like that. heaver only knew why. But she had tc see him-had to find out what fl was all about.
 She ran across the unearthly bright green of the closely clipped grass, her rubber soles making g faint squeak as she passed. You could scarcely see the pier. Dowr below, at the club, a few people were in bathing. You could heal the faint ghostly sound of thir laughter.
 Zoe hugged her arms about her shivering Yin the warm stiffness Uncanny. this silence, this all en. veloping fog!
 She had letters to write. a new hook with the leaves still uncut But she couldn't settle down tt anything. She listened, tense a! q violin string, for the sound of tn. telephone, for Gerda's voice calling her.
 She needed a shampoo ant manicure, but she dare not leave tt so down to the village. Her wire might come; her mother, thinking 1t urgent, might open it :.
 All day she waited, strung or thin wires of waiting. Lunch was served. She toyed with food, hei ears strained for the scrape of a messenger boys wheels on the gravel.
 You're not hungry, dear"
 Mot very. Had late break fast"
 You lazy kitten. Father played IS holes with Victor Strykhurst."
 Don't see how they could see tho ball."
 "Oh. the clubs much higher ground, you know. I always think we get the worst of the dampness down here. Bad for my sinus"
 Gerda came round with the