The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-02-23
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 coming toward them and Gale and Brian halted, waiting for it to pass. It was . roadster, driven by . youth who was hatless. There was girl beside him and another couple in the rumble seat. The car was coming at terrific speed. As it rushed past there was q shout and an arm raised in greeting.
 Who was that?' Gale asked.
 "Wally Carter. Some day he'll get into trouble, driving the way he does"
 uale knew who Wally Carter was. The nephew of Josiah Car ter. president of the Citizens Ma tional Bank. Wally Carter was one of Brian's friends. just as Vlcky Thatcher and her crowd were. Suddenly Gale saw again the deep chasm that lay between them Brian and his friends on one side. she and the rest of the mill workers on the other. She had al- most forgotten for little while: 1t was pleasant to forget. But she mustn't do 1t again. The chasm was still there. No matter what Brian said 1t wasn't changed.
 Or was it? Could 1t be? West mores had built the mill, built the town. Could n Westmore--if he wanted to--sweep away social dis tinctions? Could he? Her heart quickened at the thought.
 She said. Brian. l wish you me. I'd rather go on alone"
 "But why?"
 She smiled. "Does there need to be reason?'
 "No--not if you'd rather have 1t that way. But when am going to see you again. To-morrow--?"
 Not tomorrow"
 "Tuesday?"
 Gale considered. Yes" she said. "i think Tuesday will be all right"
 "1'll be there," he assured her.
 She said goodbye and hurried away before he could say anything more. There was so much to be thought about, 50 much to be planned and decided and her thought refused to be orderly. Everything had ben changed by those three words Brian had said:
 "I love you"
 He had said 1t, though she couldn't believe 1t. yet. He'd called her Darling" too, and said, "You're so sweet"
 Gale wanted to cuddle the words in her hand, to cherish them and keep them where nothing could possibly harm them or take away l.Ata Il D.,t AsA Asaa,, ,0A aIa In love with her!
 everyone from knowing? They'll ferent. No one could feel like this and not show it."
 And Brian had thought she didn't care for him. Dear, foolish Brian! He had asked If there was someone else.
 A shadow crossed the girls hap piness. Steve would be hurt when she told him. She didn't want to hurt Steve but what other way was there? He'd have to know.
 She walked more slowly. Dusk had fallen by the time she reached the house. She remembered, just before she opened the door, that Steve was coming tonight.
 At the Country Club an hour later Brian Westmore joined the group before the fireplace. Vicky Thatcher looked up from the depths of m overstnffed chair. She drawlod, "So you got here, Darling. I was beginning to think something had happened.
 Brian dropped beside her. Hope you haven't ben waiting he said. "I didn't know 1t was late"
 Ut isn't--not nearly late enough.
 A young man appeared in the doorway and someone called. I'll. Wally!" Tho young man came for ward He saw Brian and grinned and said. Say, how do you do itY Always beside the prettiest girl In the room. By the way, Brian, who was that snnppy number l saw you with thIs afternoon?"
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