The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-02-01
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 ures disappeared, as though b, magic. By the time the policeman had arrived there was only Phi Henderson and shorter, dark. haired man beside him. One or two older men were back in the dark ness.
 The policeman said, Whats go- ing on here?"
 Nothing"
 "Nothlng, huh? Looks to me like there's been q fight. You in it?"
 Phil Henderson did not reply. The dark-haired man put in. Tt wasn't anything, officer. Just it, tie argument"
 The man in uniform said. Well, sec that you do your arguing with out your fists after this. Better go on home and get that face band |. aged. On the move now, and no more brawling"
 The whole thing had happened in less than five minutes. The two turned away and the policeman n looked toward Brian, taking in the English ovcrcoat ana dapper felt. He hcsitated an instant, then walked on.
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 Brian"
 | It was Vicky calling: She had opened the door of the car. 'Brian!' she called again sharply. l He came up beside her. Guess the settlements over,' he grinned. | Weren't frightened, were you?" Frightened? Of course notn" There was Scorn in the girls dark eyes. But, Brian, why didn't that policeman arrest those men? I think you should report him for failing to do his duty"
 Brian stepped into the car and started the motor. The traffic light had turned red again.
 "Oh. there wasn't any reason to arrest them," he said easily. I'm glad they stopped, though. The young fellow was game but he was taking il beating--"
 Brian Westmore." Tho girls lips set in thin line. I'm sur prised at you. l think it's disgrace ful to have such things happening. Fighting In the streets! Crawling! {! If thos" men work in the mill they ought to be discharged. I'd tell rather 1T l could find out their namcs."
 Brian released the clutch and the car moved forward. See here. Vicky." he sa:d. aren't you getting unnecessarily excited about al! this! IL was Just a couple of hot headed young fellows exchanging Il lew blows. I've seen worse scraps Ut plenty of clubs" Eipn lannAA I., t.ts. a.s-- moved impatiently--and as sud . denly was still. She waited q mo- mcnt. searching the young mans face. then laughed. You - you really thought 1 meant 1t, Brian |? Silly! What do care about those working men? You should have known I was joking"
 Well. I'm glad you didn't mean It. l don't quite See the joke, though"
 vicky settled the soft fur more comfortably about her shoulders. "The joke" she said. was in fool Ing you. And did it, apparently. But let's forget about that. Toll me some more about Paris"
 Brian said, All right" He be- gan talking, but his manner was preoccupled. "Vicky," he said sud denly, II wish I knew the men who work in the mill. l wish I knew what they talk about when they re together the way they were on the street corner. There was something T can't quite describe it--in the way they looked at me"
 The girl said, You just imagined that. Brian
 uff tunu y,,nrn thnu ~ he insisted. Tt was as though they disllked me, Or were afraid. Your father says our men are getting good wages. If they weren't, or were being mistrcatcd in any way, I could understand it."
 Brian, darling vicky told him, your artistic temperament Is getting the best of you. Oh, thnt reminds mc--Claire Shotwcll las some new etchlngS she wants 10 show you. She wondered if yo,i knew anything about the man who did them"
 "Who was it?"
 "1 don't remember. Clalre'll tell you.' Vicky prattled on. Something about the Gardner boy and that movie actress he'd taken to Il col lcgc prom.
 Gardner boy. He was scarcely lis- tening, but if occurred to him that the little hat, set SO juuntily on Nicky's head, set off her profile charmingly. A very good profile t was. too. Yes, Vicky knew about clothes. She wore the sort of .t l., IL. but she wore them with an air that was different. Unlike the French girls. American, perhaps. Brian ud- mired it.
 He halted the car in the drive before the Thatchcrs' home and the girl said, "Youll come jn, won't you? It's still carly" There was n fire burning on the broad hearth. The flames, leapins and twisting, shed soft light over the davenport, cast the rest of the room in shadow. There was brandy on Il table near at hand. Vicky poured 1t and the aroma rosc---- heady, fragrant.
 She said, Brian, you didn't really think meant that about those men who were lighting what I said?"
 "No," he told her, smiling. "l don't think you meant it." Vlcky was all right. He'd always liked her.
 But later, stepping on the as. cele eFator, driving off into the night, 1t was another girls face that came before him---a girl with gray cyee and brown hair, slightly tumbled. A girl wearing blue apron-dress.
 "I wonder" Brian asked himself once more, what her name is?' (TO Bc COntinucd)