The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-05-25
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come to sec you officially when I sent them" He said 1t quite simply.
 Have to come?" she asked with Q questioning smile.
 Say, you don't think I'd have dared to come on my own7" He managed to make it sound the way the words might.
 "Oh, you've come from the pa- per2" She pouted.
 "They want @ story about your illness. I don't usually do this sort of thing, but they wanted [. the :" Pete was becomingly modest-"well, you know. they took me of big story to get it."
 "Oh, you're the star reporter2" Honey reversed their roles. She sat at the feet of 8 great man.
 Nonsense" answered Pete, and proceeded to act like a star re- porter for the next 10 minutes while he questioned and made volu- minous notes. He wrote and Honey watched. She broke off one of the long -stemmed roses and played with 1t, trailing 1t across the satin coverlet.
 You've been a peach to let me take up so much of your tirne," he said when he finished the 10th page.
 You're a peach. to come and see Q sick girl" Honey said softly, and added, Please don't go. It's ter- ribly lonely here all by myself, Tell me about yourself
 Pete wasn't ready yet to tell her about himself, so he asked some more questions about her.
 But when she had finished tell ing him about the finishing school in the east, the year dear Papa died, and how frightfully hard 4 was for Mumsie to get along or $15,000 year, how Honey herself had gone into beauty contest for Q lark and won 1t, she came back to the subject of Pete. This wal the first time she had met a man who actually fitted the Hollywood version of the tall, striking, silent newspaperman Honey was tired of producers and juveniles.
 "Why did you say you wouldn't dare to come to see me if the pa- per hadn't sent you?" She rnan- aged to wriggle the rose into his lapel.
 When Pete had finished telling her why he wouldn't dare and she had invited him to come and see her the next day, 1t was well after and Pete had promised to be at Linda's house for supper at 6:3O.
 Are we going to a party?" Linda asked when she saw the stiff collar and the rose in his lapel.
 "Nope," he said and that was all. Linda wrinkle her nose delicately as wave of perfume (not the kind she would have llsed) waited from Pete's coat, but she said no- thing about 1t.
 Linda didn't see as much of Pete as she had expected for the next week. Pete did not explain his ab- sence, and she would not ask him to, but when she alighted from the trolley at the end of her street and saw a sleek Rolls parked in her path, she was curious enough to look at it's occupants. Therein, in unaccustomed luxury, sat her Pete, a rug of fur over his knees and Miss Honey on his arm.
 Linda got back on the trolley car and rode to the end of the line, trying to decide whether she was angry, jealous or disgusted. She decided she didn't know, but she would have given Q great deal to know what Pete could have been saying that had brought a look of such utter absorption to Honey Harmon's face.
 Pete, his fingers crossed, had been saying, T have @ play I'd like you to read. I had you in mind or @ woman just like you-when I wrote it."
 (TO Be ContInued)