The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-06-26

pulse on sally's part. But after ward"
 She liked tho idea of the title, eh?" the older man grinned en- couragingly.
 "That was about it."
 "Well, thank God, it no worse than 1t is," murmured Violet philo- sophically. Katharine has been hurt--but not permanently, hope Whether or not she'll want to let the marriage stand, of course, Is another matter"
 Stanley, halting over the words, told Michael that legal steps were already being taken to dissolve the bond.
 He paled. Sorry she did 1t, eh?"
 You can't blame her for having a second thought on it," Violet cried, coming to her friends de- fense. You scarcely made 1t e success ut the start--although ad. init now that 1t wasn't your fault"
 He started at them both. "Well, I'll be pushing along. Thanks for bothering with me-"
 Violet's ready pity went out to him. He looked 50 young and troubled! Her woman's percep- tions told her what q wretched time he must have gone through at the Moons. And she believed his whole, preposterous story. It was too fantastic not to be true.
 "Katharine's at Silencia, a sort of hotel at Roanne, New Mexico,' she blurted on an impulse.
 "Thank you.' Ho wrote 1t down. After he had gone Stanley said gravely to his wife, "r don't think you should have told him where she is. It may make trouble. Adrianson thinks she should carry the thing through. We don't want to meddle."
 Violet concealed her own grave misglvings at this breach of con iidence. I'll take all the blame, if there is any" she told her hus- band. "I couldn't see him go off like that. He looked SO wild - 50 desperate. wouldn't have slept tonight ."
 A young man in worn tweeds, carrying q shabby bag, boarded Q west bound train at Pennsylvania station that night. He stayed up rather late in the writing room. Two of his notes were posted at Manhattan Transfer. One was to Mrs. Stanley Merser, the other to Miss Sally Moon of Innicock, New York.
 Then he went to bed and tossed uneasily in the narrow Pullman.
 Tn Chicago he decided to take Q plane for the rest of the journey No passenger ships had left New York that night before because of bad weather conditions. But tho rain and blowing cold fogs had been left behind in Ohio.
 Michael had never been in Q plane before. Below him the fa- miliar country spread out like a checkerboard. He drew a long breath, stretching his legs in the cramped seat. It was good to have this sense of spaelousness again.
 In Santa Fe he left the ship. There was q jerkwater train to Ro- anne or there were cars to be had It was a matter of 50 miles. Mi- chael burned with impatience. Tho train was not due to leave for an hour.
 He jlngled the coins in his pock- cts as the driver of rackety-look- ing sedan came around the corner Yes, he would drive Michael 10 Roanne: no trouble at all. Sllencla !? Certainly, he was well acquainted with the place. A beautiful spot. The gentleman would enjoy 1t.
 The roads left something to be desired. In places they were deeply rutted. It was Q short route they were taking, the driver in- gratIatingly explained.
 Michael ragged at the stops. The engine was an old one; more than once the radiator had to be rein forced by water which Sebastian carried in a tin kerosene can on the front seat The day grew very hot-unbearably hot.
 Michael knew the very words he would say to the fair-haired girl he was seeking. He could scarcely believe that she had been, for an instant one day. his wife in the eyes of God and the law. He had forgotten, if ever he had known It, that life could be so good.
 This fellow probably was riding him all over God-knew-where to collect a fare Michael fumeu