The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-06-05
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ea uffh MICHAEL HEATHE- ROE. riding teacher, and ack. uDyledges an unwilling attrac- tion toward him. Shc is worried Over the progress of an affair between ZOE PARKER, her hest friend, and GIBBS LAR KIN, of whom ZOe's parents dis approve.
 katharine and DIR. JOHN KAYE, friend of the Strykhurst family, take Zoe to q night club where she sees Gibbs with a nO- tOrious woman. Zoe threatens to Kill herself.
 That same night Michael is in. veigled into taking SALLY MOON, local coquette, to the same place, Sally, arriving home late, informs her father that she and Michael are engaged.
 Zoe takes poison. Dr. Kaye works all night to save her hie and succeeds.
 Katharine hears Michael IS going to marry Sally and IS brokenhearted. She longs to get away from home. Her friend, VIOLET MERSER, believes Katharine has ability as an artist and encourages her to develop this talent.
 CHAPTER XXI
 Stanley Merser tall and loose- jointed in his white cotton slacks and blue shirt, came over to squint down at the easel.
 "Why, this is awfully good: Eve n something with it. :"
 Katharine, her heart beating very fast, looked from one to the other. They weren't making fun of her; they were in earnest! She had tried so hard to get 1t all In the rocks and the dropping gray green plants clustered about them and the flame and burnt orange Of the nasturtiums
 "You've got something there, re- ally" said Evelyn Vincent, who ran an art shop in Fifth avenue.
 For the first time in weeks hope stirred in Katharine's heart. Her "dabbling," as Bertine had always called 1t, contemptuously, might prove to be a way out for her, af- ter all.
 .You're so stuffy." Sally pout- ed, "Other men I know would jump at the chance. Why, if you took this job from Father we could be married right away :"
 q know" Michael said. "But you see, I'm an outdoor man. AL ways have been
 Heres what think, Michael" Sally put her head on one side, looking like plump, bright-eyed and extremely knowing bird. "You're a simpleton. That's what you are, really, not to grab the chance. First thing you know, people would forget all about the riding business they'd be ac- cepting you
 She had gone too far, and she knew 1t. Red crept up in his lean cheeks; the slate-colored eyes spar kled dangerously.
 ssNot that 1t matters, of course. what all these dodoes think ."
 They were in the overstuffed comfort of the Moon loving room. an fat red couches and taffeta pill lows and stiff carved chairs. An ornate lamp shed an effulgent glow on Sally. who sat curled up, little girl fashion, in one corner of the deepest couch and played with Michael's fingers.
 ssLove me, darlin'?" He had to < answer this question half dozen times a day, for Sally had the in- stanct of possessiveness enormously developed. She needed to be re- assured. Michael Heatheroe, with his engagement three weeks old, told himself over and over again that, of course, he loved the little thing. It would be less than de- cent to refuse her the affection she demanded. The night she had so surprisingly told her father that they were to be married, Michael had quite simply failed to find words to refute the statement. Anyhow, in his code, this was one of the things you did not do
 The lady was always right.
 Dimly, in the memory of his childhood, was one illuminated pie ture. His father, smiling gently at fair-haired woman in blue dress. Hits father, smiling gently at a fair-haired woman in a blue dress. His fathers voice, saying, Always remember that, son. The lady is always right"
 That must have been his mother. And yet he'd been told, so many times, that he couldn't possibly re- member his mother ..
 Anyhow it was pleasant, it was enormously fiattering to have Sally Moon in love with him. No one else had been particularly friendly to him in this new place. After the ranch, where he'd known everyone from the Chinese cook to the red- faced foreman, it was stiff, rather chilly atmosphere.
 There had been a moment--a day, perhaps when he had en- tertained dreams of that slim, fair haired girl whose dark blue eyes seemed to carry a message to him.
 But that had been madness.
 She was seen every place with that doctor chap from the city. Her own kind, Sally Moon said, laugh ing unpleasantly.
 'They're both sticks" Sally had said to Michael, cuddling against his shoulder. Now you and I MlCudei, WeTe real pSOpiS WI hate and love and scratch and bite when we're angry. Don't you hate violently, Michael? hope you do, because I'm a regular little spit fire. warn you :" <. She loved to talk about herself ---her tastes. her opinions. Michael did not really listen to all of it. Often he found his thoughts wan dering to Katharine Strykhurst. He had passed her on Main street only yesterday. For split M aacf,r7d he had thought she was go-