The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-04-27


 A dentist ought to be a good Soldier-he's expert at drilling
 If Tim would only write or tele- phone
 She lay very still, thinking that perhaps, if she did that, by some magic the telephone across the room might ring. She was so still it seemed she could hear her heart beat. But the telephone did not ring.
 Then the scene in the Seville Club, that last night she and Tim had spent together, came back-so wildly Toby might have been see- ing it all again. Tim's sudden in- sistence that they should leave, rushing her away almost before she knew what she was about. And the memory of Carol, cool and beautiful in her silver gown, sit ting at that table not a dozen feet away.
 Had Carol and her friends just arrived? Was that why Tim was in such a hurry to go somewhere else? The thought held infinite torture, and Toby tortured herself as women in love, before her, have done.
 Tim had explained, of course, and she had believed him. Oh, she had wanted to believe him! She wanted to believe him now, but vhy didn't she hear from him?
 At last, tired by the unanswered and unanswerable arguments. Toby slept.
 When Harriet returned in the af- ternoon she found her room mate sitting by the window, mending 8 blouse.
 Why, Toby" Harriet said. That's my blouse. You shouldn't be doing that!"
 "Oh, I saw it lying there and thought I might as well be work ing at something. It's just about finished"
 She held up the blouse for in- spection. Toby's stitches were neat and tiny.
 I'm Harriet said. Better than I could do. Is the headache gone?"
 Toby nodded. I'm feeling fine now" she said. She didn't look as though she were feeling fine, by any means, but Harriet was too concerned with her own affairs to notice. "Clyde's coming tonight, she exclaimed jubilantly. q found letter from him when I came in. He's going to get in town about o'clock and he's coming to take me to dinner. I don't know whether to wear my green dress or that new black one"
 Wear the black one" Toby ad- vised. Tt makes you look as though you'd just stepped off a ritzy magazine cover"
 All right, if you say so. Listen Toby, I wish you'd come with us Clyde knows lot of men. I know he'd be glad to call one of them to go along"
 No" Toby said hastily. "Some other time, maybe, but not to- night"
 But, honestly, I think it would do you good. You've been in the house so much lately"
 T just don't feel like it, liar. riet. I'd rather not"
 "Well-maybe you'll change youl mind later" Harriet suggested She eyed her roommate uncertain. ly. Something was the matter with Toby; she hadn't been a bi like herself lately. Harriet suS. pected it had something to do witt Tim Jamieson. He'd given Toby such rush for a while. Now ht was gone and Toby didn't seem tt want to talk about where he wa! or when he'd be back. All she hac said was that he was out of town Harriet was inclined to hope ht was, and that he would stay there Anyone who made Toby look SC miserable was good riddance!
 It was half an hour later that the telephone rang. Harriet an sWered and then, lowering the in- strument, put a hand over the re- ceiyer. Its for you, Toby" she said.
 For me?" The words were the barest echo of the song in Toby's heart. Tim was calling at last He was home again and all hei silly worries and fears had beer Tor nothing. Oh, she had knowr 1t. She had known it all along!
 
 She took the telephone and said trying to keep her voice as steady a. possible, Hello"
 But 1t was not Tim who an, sWered. For an instant Fob, didn't understand the voice on tn, wire. She only knew it wasn' Tim's voice. There was a pause and then she heard herself speak ing. She said, trying to stife he disappointment "Oh, Bill-how ar you?"
 It was odd that she hadn't rec ognized Bill Brandts voice. Onl, she had been so sure-so very sur, 1t would be Tim. Toby suddenl, realized how long it had been sine, she had seen Bill. Almost tw, weeks, except for brief encounte | rf@ IuA AzI