The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-06-06
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By Mabel McElIiott
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SINOA-SA0
KATHARINE STRYKHURST,
beautiful, 20, is I'm love with
MICHAEL HEATHEROE who
runs riding school. Kathar-
Ines father Is rich and her step.
mother, BERTINE, Is snObbish.
ZOE PARKER, Katharine's
friend, has an unhappy love af-
fair and is saved from suicide
By young DIR. JOHN KAYE.
SALLY MOON, local Coquette,
tricks Michael into an engage.
n,ent and, when he tries to wrig-
gle out, tightens her hold. Kath-
arine hears Michael is to marry
Sally and Is broken-hearted.
CHAPTER XXI
Katharine brought her car to a
stop before the drug store, the vim
dows of which were emblazoned
and placarded with picturesque
endorsements. A life-sized card
board figure of blond girl orna-
mented the left-hand corner. Issu-
ing from her mouth was balloon
explaining that daily use of some
sort of patented product gave her
that rose and gold complexion.
Two or three shabbily dressed
men loafed in the shade of the
bank building. A child on roller
skates came coasting dizzily down
the incline and took the corner
ON high, both arms spreadeagled
for balance. Katharine, nodding
to Mrs. Enhance who ran the
lending library, disappeared into
the drug store. She had great
many small errands to do for Ber-
tine; there was soap and witch
hazel and mending tape and black
ink on the list. The cut-rate
drug store represented one of
Bertine's pet economies. She
could have telephoned to Cap
lan's Just around the corner, and
had all the purchases. delivered,
as most of the people down on
the Point did. But, while she
could be wildly extravagant in
larger matters, she drew the line
here.
Katharine gave her order alb
stractediy to the clerk behind the
counter. She was not thinking
OF her errands. She was reflect
ing, with some surprise, that it
was really easier than she had
thought to forget the tall. slate
eyed young man who sat his
horse so easily and who had rid
den quite suddenly and unexpect-
ediy into her life last year.
Michael Heatheroe,
She had learned to control leap
ing pulses when his name was
spoken. She had learned to ac-
cept, without a sick plunging of
the heart, the incredible news
that he was going to marry the
coqaettish Sally Moon.
Well, and so what? she asked
herself. He's nothing to you,
never was and never will be.
You have a life to live - 20, 80,
perhaps 40 years more. After all.
she was not 81 yet, and she was
strong, vigorous, full of an ener-
~ not to be denied.
The answer was this; you didn't
sic around signing for a man who
cared nothing about you and never
did. That was only done in the days
OF your Victorian great-grandmo-
ther. You found something to do,
and you did it as best you could.
Other girls did it. Every day
in the week. The shops. the set
Element houses, the Junior League
classes were full of them. Eager
faces, curved, rosy lips, bright
eyes. Not all of them carried
broken hearts about with them.
Few - very few. A broken heart
was hopelessly out of date. Like
q hoop skirt.
Only she wished she might not
ever catch a glimpse of either
one of them-Michael or Sally
again. She hoped they might go
out to California or Hawaii-any-
where that was definitely far and
from Innicock. Then she
could take up her sketching, her
delicate, definite water colors
that Evelyn Vincent said were
actually salable; she could make
of her life.
Some day, perhaps years and
years In the future, some shad-
owy, dark. tall man would come
along. She would tell him 1t
wasn't in her to care, really, any
more; but he would persuade her,
against her will and her better
to marry him :.
"Black ink, did you say, miss? ?"
The gangling clerk was staring
at her frankly.
eyes" She came out OF her
day dream to look at him abb
gtractedly.