The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-04-27

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 He said, "Oh, I'm getting along all right. How's Americas most popular advertising model?"
 Toby laughed. Something about the way Bill said things almost always made you want to laugh T really don't know, Bill" sht said. 'Ts she an acquaintance ot yours?"
 "I1l say she is. Toby Ryan, her name is. Skinny little thing about as big as a minute. Maybe you've heard of her2"
 Never" Toby was emphatic. But if ever do see her, I'll re- member she's a friend of yours"
 That's right. Give her break. She deservec it. And, by the way, how about giving me one? l haven't seen you in a coon's age. Don't you think it's about time we went down to the old cafeteria where they have the corned beef and cabbage2 Or, if you'd like something fancier, might even be able to manage that. Not too fancy, of course"
 Toby's voice was regretful. "I'd like to Bill-but I'm afraid I can't tonight"
 Some other boy friend ahead of me. huh? You've certainly getting to be a popular girl, Toby"
 T really do want to see you, Bill. Call me again, won't you?"
 Well, from where I'm sitting, it looks very much as though would. And I hope have better luck. So long Toby"
 So long, Bill.''
 She put down the telephone. Har- riet, busily manicuring her nails ] looked up. Was that the Bill you in- troduced me to?" she asked. The one we met on the street that day?'
 "Yes. Bill Brandt"
 'Hm. Nice sort of fellow, ] thought. If it wasn't for Clyde ] might try to give you a little con- petition"
 Bills one of the incest people in the word" Toby assured her.
 "Hm." There may have been an answer on the tip of Harriet's tongue, but if there was, she kept 1t to herself.
 Clyde Sabin telephoned later and then arrived at the apartment. He wasn't at all the sort of person Toby had expected him to be. In 1 the first place, he was older-well in the 30's, surely. From Toby's 19 that seemed middle-age. Har- riet was g.
 Sabin was tall and broad-s -shoul- dered and very well tailored. Not at all handsome, but rather nice- looking. And he certainly tried to be pleasant. Toby thought perhaps he tried little too hard. Maybe that was the reason she didn't feel at ease with him. She couldn't think of any other reason.
 Sabin repeated Harriet's invita- tion for Toby to join them for the evening. Let me call up Tom Garside,' he said. T know he'd be glad to come along. Toms a nice fellow, too. You'll like him. But Toby made it plain that she preferred to stay in, and when the others saw she meant it they gave up their urging.
 They left finally and Toby went to the window and looked out Dusk had settled over the street in half an hour it would be dark Already Manhattan,s electrica splendor was in evidence, thougt Toby could not see it. Nearby buildings, bleak, unlighted, closed in about her. They assumed gro- tesque, menacinG outlines.
 Toby turned her back on them and walked from the window Downstairs radio had begun tc play a tune she had often danced with Tim. The music was being broadcast from some place where there was gaiety and laughter, soft lights, couples dancing as she and Tim had danced.
 A sudden sense of Loneliness swept over her. Why had she in- sisted on remaining at home to- night? Why hadn't she gone out with Harriet and Clyde Sabin? Or with Bill?
 Yet she knew, even as she asked the question, why she had moi gone. She was waiting to heal from Tim.
 (TO Be COntinued)