The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1935-05-16

you've ever even felt a fiutter.
Have your"
Katharine shrugged. 'All this
talk of fiutters," she said with dis
taste. 1T makes Newell, just a
bit sick"
There, you see?" cried Zoe. 81
knew it! You're on the heights
most of the time. And" she added
mysteriously, they don't like it!'
who doesn't?" Katharine, com.
pretending perfectly, was purpose
ly lofty.
Men," said Zoe softly. They're
afraid of you"
LET them bel" said Katharine.
"Oh, don't be cross" coaxed the
little girl at the wheel of the
roadster. 'I only wanted-well, 1t
does seem such a waste-your be-
ing so gorgeous and all that. :"
"You think" began Katharine
with superb scorn, that being in
loves such fun. Is that it?''
Zoe, remembering her tears and
furies and imprecations, when
dragged away from the adored
Gibbs, had the grace to color.
"Not-not fun, exactly. oh, but
it's what makes life worth living.
Haven't you ever, not one single
time, walked up in the morning to
find the sky bluer and the sun
brighter and everything-oh, mar
velous-just because you were 60
ing to see someone?"
1.No, haven't"
II DON'T" murmured Zoe, quite
believe it,
Any moment now, Katharine's
errant thoughts ran, any moment
Michael and Sally Moon would be
fording the low river. Sally's darE
curls would bob deliciously on hei
shoulders--if you liked that sort Of
thing, 1t was all right-and Mich.
ael would be speaking in a low
tone to Fury, urging her up the
bank.
Suddenly everything was hate
full; Zoe with her babble of pupp.
love and sunrises and blue skies
everything!
'.I've simply got to see Gibbs
Zoe cried abruptly, reverting t.
her original theme.
1T won't have thing to do with
it." Katharine declared.
ooh, how mean of you!"
Katharine strobe up the liant
without single backward look a:
Zoe, after one or two reproachfu
mutterings, slid the car into gear
Oh, it was altogether a horrid day
Now Zoe would be angry ant
Katharine felt within herself the
murmurings of a deep discomfort
She longed, suddenly, to be doinf
something important going t.
Paris to study art, taking schoo
| in the southern mountains as Har-
riet Greene had done, making
something real and important Of
her life.
Terrible to be a girl-even In
this day of much vaunted freedom
for women. Poor girls, Katharine
unused, had all the luck. They
could strike out for themselves
They could have the infinite salts
faction of doing work that wa:
fascinating or important or both
She hated her soft, easy, uninter.
esting life. To go back home, t.
listen to her stepmother tall
prettily of bridge and new slip
covers for the morning room
seemed uncomfortable.
The house was dim and shaded
when Katharine reached it. Wis
terra and ivy swung before the
drawing room windows, Striped
cherry and white awnings shut out
the sun from the long veranda
facing the water. The Parker
place was some few hundred yards
away. separated from the Stryk.
bursts only by the grounds of q
convent. Through the wooden lat
tlce work, Katharine could SEQ Q
few noyices moving gently up and
down the paths. An old nun wal
reading from her daily Office
book. In the grape arbor, two OF
three lay sisters worked buslly
talking softly together. How hap
py and busy they all seemed
thought the girl. with envy. Here
there was literally nothing 20 do
In the garden gnarled ItallaI
worked az Mrs etrykhurat. riovinl
capabiy from bush 10 bush, gnv'
orders IN her concise voice, Maid