The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-08-17
CHAPTER "

The newspaper front pages were filled with details of . bank robbery. Molly read them, but, despite the headlines, she was sure it was going to be 0 dreadfuiiy duli day.
 The leaves of her date book were filled with minute recordings, very minute recordings in order to cram irl Ali the special events -- iuncheons, teas, tea dances, Cock- tail parties, large evening functions. sven breakfasts that hosteSses were giving for one debutante or another.
 "Why c breakfast7" Brent had inquired once. "You can have break fast ct hon1e-in bed"
 "You can have luncheon and dinner ct home, too, and in bed if you're sick or lazy" Molly'B tone held feminine Bcorn for masculine reasoning. "UnlesS," she continued, ''you're against entertaining in gen- erei I'd say your argument b full of holes"
 Q'Might Dc a good idea, at that" Brent had answered. All that entertaining does for you b to breed . habit for excitement"
 4 habit for excitement. That l1itst be true. Everybody was tak- ing c cruise or hurrying away to some resort to escape the seasonal gociai slump. And even l." Mol- jy thought with characteristic hon- osty, "wakc ID wanting Bofne- thing to happen these days. Only 1t never docs"
 Something did happenl
 Bored with herself Molly yawned over the newspaper with its head. lines about the bank robbery. She angweFed 6 telephone summons ifl- differently. Then her pulses leaped at the sound Of 6 deep, strange volee. IL was not casual like Wick's. Net cool and composed like Don- aids, or silly and cheerful ike Hus bert'B. It lacked BrentB teasing Sue perioFity. This voice was low and reserved and-yeB, Bh0 was certain Of thig-a little unBure of itself.
 Her interesting stranger.
 Sie said, Hello, Molly Milford"
 Hlfello, Sam Smith"
  Nelson - Whitaker. My friends cali mo Nelson Won't you7" There had been c slight pause be- tween the first and last names, which Molly scarcely noticed.
 sAm I Q friend?" Molly asked, glad the blue.eyCd stranger could not see the rush Of color to her sace.
 T hope 60, Molly"
 "Nelson is nice name. Not lagd to say"
 "Youre not angry because I call.
 No. Why should I be-"
 There was moment Of silence. Then, thought you might be bored"
 T am, Terribly"
 "go am I. was wondering f you'd have dinner with me. But ] suppose that's impossible"
 Not impossible" Molly spoke in . firm tone.
 You mean youil try some
 "YcS." The word futered in her throat. Brent would be furi- ous, but what right had he to dic- tate to her?
 "f,il come out about G. Or would you rather meet me some place down toWn?"
 Molly considered this Q mos inent IL might be wiser to meet him down town. T could meet you at the side entrance of WI. eonsMarx's around G."
 "1'il be there"
 For dinner at FrenchyB - Wher- ever Frcnchy'8 might bc-Bhe would wear her new pleatcd blue crepe with patent belt and cluster of patent-leather flowers at the neck line. A small white hat and white goat with the white fox collar.
 The chauffeur would drop her at Wilson-Marx's around quarter to 6. She didn't want even the chauf- feur to know of this engagement,
 why the excess energy?" Donna asked, finding Molly attacking her 1 soft shining hair with vigorous brush.
 "oh, just something to do," Molly admitted, smiling. I'm fed up with sitting around wasting time"
 "What's become of the Four Horsemen?"
 "Wick bores me. Hubert bores me. Donald bores me-"
 "What about Brent?" Donna asked, surveying Molly with amused eyes.
 Brent bores me more than any of them," Molly spoke vigorously. ~Brent is the original cave man. All he'd need would be an eyciian to