The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-05-20

any errand boy might tool his bi- | cycle. She fixed her eye on the printed page. but her mind was elsewhere. One-thirty now, and the wire must have been delivered about II. We'll, but Gibbs might
 be out for a days sailing, fishing anything. It was absurd to expect an instant reply.
 The long day dragged past. Edith | Williams came in for tea; Zoe could hear her mother chattering about the Welfare Society and milk for the Italian babies in the gram!
 So this was what 1t was to have your heart actually breaking. Zoe had read about it, had often heard of 1t, but somehow she had never realized what an afionized process it might be.
 She telephoned the Strykhurst house. Ellen's agreeable voice, with its touch of brogue, informed her that Miss Katharine had gone to the city.
 0Ile II Ue OdCk 4OE ululcIs NAAoS Zoe. Do you want her to call?" "Yes, please!" Zoe had to tell someone. Katharine might not un- derstand, but she would be sympa- thetic enough.
 There were just three of them
 for dinner. The fog still held and it was close and warm indoors, so they dined on the terrace.
 Broke 100 this morning" her father said genially. He was a spare, fiorid man of 55, very proud of his waistline and his red setters. One of these amiable dogs now ann bled up to the table and was dis couraged, not too strongly. by his master.
 "Get away, Laurie. Down. sir. No manners"
 "Tell Greda to take him to the kitchen" said Mrs Parker p1ain- lively. '.Tie acts as though Waters hadn't fed him."
 'Oh, he's been fed, all right. He just likes his family, don't you, Laurie, Eh, boy?" There was good deal more of this, Mrs Parker objecting strenu- ously to the dogs presence on the terrace, her husband agreeing but keeping Laurie at his side. Zoe thought she would have to scream If she were compelled to stay there much longer. Older people were terrible! They filled their days with the most stupid things
 mothers meetings and needlework | and ordering food, raising dogs and playing golf and sitting at stuffy | desks in stuffly offices They didn't know what it was like to
 be really alive, or, if they did. they had long since forgtoten 1t. l To suffer. as she was now suffer-
 ing, thinking of Gibbs, with his hard, handsome face, too, lined, too
 knowing, staring down intently at some snug, horrid little girl who went to the Vincent Club dances and lived on Beacon Hill and went
 to Swampscott in the summertim -oh. 1t was unbearab1e.
 Twilight deepened; the candle l flames burned straight and steady
 in the dimness. There was no
 breeze anywhere. The foghorn be-
 gan again = a monotonous, eerie
 note.
 II declare, that gets on my .nerves." Lisa Parker said, placidly,
 after an interval.
 Zoe pushed back her chair. 'I
 hate it." she said explosively. T
 can't stand it single other min
 ute" Her mother stared after her re- | flectively. s
 HShe's been moping all day." she
 said. T don't know whats wrong She seemed so gay---so glad to be l home |. at first. | You pay entirely too much at tention to her." Henry Parker said.
 deliberately cutting the end from
 a long cigar. Zoe ran through the hall, scarce ly conscious of where she was going.
 Gerda intercepted her. There's a call for you, miss. On the up- stairs phone."
 Her heart seemed to stop beating for an instant. She flashed smile at the girl. Gerda was clever. She knew there was something in the wind ..
 Zoe ran like a wild thing up the broad staircase.
 Hello. Hello" Her hands were shaking. But it was Katharine's familiar. laughing voice that answered her. Zoe felt actually sick, shaken, with disappointment.
 "Ellen said you called before." 'Oh, I did. Look. Kay, can you run over for a minute? Have you guests?"
 "Beftine has. but can get away. Down at the end of the garden? In five minutes ." Zoe powdered her nose. thinking In a detached way that she looked ghastly. Katharine was the lucky one. not to have involved herself In any way in q love affair. "I wish could be like her. She's 50 cool and detached" Zoe thought. Katharine's pale green organdie |9llmmered behind the treills. You akirtcd the convent garden to come in thla tNy. A painted gate and q rustic scat broke the Iinc os the