The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-05-18
Marie Blizzard Writes A New Serial
 About A Girl Destined
 For Exciting { Adventures
By Marie Blizzard CHAPTER I

M INDIA BOURNE hurried
 home through the April twilight of that day that was to prove so fateful. A few weeks more, she thought, and the gray bushes would burst into yellow bloom. April was a nice month, but May would be nicer. That was all right; 1t was exciting to think of what was ahead. In May the lilacs would blossom, opening their hearts to fill the air with heady perfume. And some- times the birds sang at night. The moon would be round aS a silver dollar on the twentieth ...
 "Wildas party" (thus Linda's thoughts flew) Ifs on the twentieth. will sit on the terrace with Dix and feel the broadcloth of his sleeve beneath my hands that get hot and cold when I think of him. Ch, Dix my lamb with taWny hair and fierce eyebrows that grow 50 straight across your brow. You haven't an aristocratic nose at all, and your mouth is sensual, but you arc an aristocrat and you aren't sensual. You're divine ."
 The dance would be her seven- teenth date with Dix. Seventeen since the night of the Glee Club concert. The concert at Adclphl Hall, and the tawny- -headed boy booming Neapolltan love songs lisstily in his sweet, untrained voice. And later, the walter com- ing to tell her that "her grand- mother" wished her to take Sup- per in the alcovc.
 And in the alcove there was Dix the tawny-headed singer.
 Hello, Red-dress," he said. T didn't know any other way to get you away from that mob and wanted to know you I'm Dix - Dixon Cobb Carter. Will you have some chicken Salad?"
 That was tho way 1t began. Linda had some definite ideas about how she hoped it would end. Where she didn't care. The farthcst corner Of the earth in canvas tent would be all right with her, 50 long as 1t was at the end Of 6 life spent with him.
 Linda, on her way home from her errand at the Newtown Blade office, turned into her own street --and her dreaming came to an end abruptly. It was the appearance of her own home that startled her. The big house was ablaze with lights; the drive was filled with cars, yet only silence came from the house, and there were strangers standing on the wide porch.
 A AFTERWARDS she couldn't re- "A member who took her aSide telling her to be brave to remem- ber that her father could not have been in his right mind and-final- ly-that he was dead by his own hand.
 And when she had escaped to her own room, she stared at her. self in the mirror, shamed that she could not cry, yet realizing that she could not be untrue to herself. Linda Bourne did not love her father. She had tried to all those years when the mother she faintly remembered had gone away with another man, leaving the tiny Linda alone in the big house with Calvin Bourne.
 Linda thought of her mother then, and what manner of girl she must have been. She tried to pie ttire her, here in the room that Tor so long had been her little world. A loveleSs world where once Linda had pretonded that her dolls loved her and asked her to help them and love them always. No one in all her life had asked for her love.
 She had friends. She was popu- lar. She danced well, rode well. played a good game of tennis and golf. She was an organizer" q committee girl. That was the lite she led as leader of the little set that constituted young society in Newtown.
 The light went out of the sky and Linda sat in the dark in that house of tragedy, forlorn in the