The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-06-01
FOLLY and FAREWELL [:;:::: :::!:. E:
By Marie elizsr5 Q s,e MA ssrise&
you homer"

you home?"
 Linda was several feet ahead of him. She raised her arm. It was an invitation.
 "whats your name and where are you Staying?" he shouted.
 Whats yours?" she shouted back and caught, Basil Thorne."
 That's unfair to labor," she shouted again. "You lied to e working girl"
 He caught her at the waters edge. and grasped her elbows in his strong hands. T probably will be unfair to you," he said. But you'll like it."
 Rubbing herself vigorously with . towel, running comb through her hair, donning Q sleeveless linen frock, socks and sandals. ty- | ing a ribbon around her hair md making herself look younger by the minute, Linda thought of Basil Thorne, and deliberately slowed her efforts. She wanted to see him, Hadn't Cora told her that Thorne was Honey HarInon's what was the word Cora had used? Linda remembered the implication if she hadn't remembered the word. And she had no intention cf n1Ak- ing such Q stupid move as to an- mex a movie stars favored escort.
 NeverthelsS, Linda's heart ckip- ped one beat as small as the sip che took from her glass when, half an hour later, Thorne, in flannels and soft shirt, strode into the pNtlo where the others were all sitting.
 He frowned at Linda, and turned to Honey. Honey, do you allow children to drink at your parties? Tsk, tskl So this is the immoral ity I've been hearing about"
 Children or immortality? What are you talking about2" Honey asked, and cuddled up to Basil Thorne. "rhis is my man and watch for kitty's claws" her smile said plainly.
 "The little girl with the blue ribbon" Basil pointed sternly to Linda. What's she doing with these grownups2"
 Honeys lips weren't quite 50 sweet, "Oh, 50 sorry. Linda, this is Basil Thorne. Linda Bourne, the writer, you know"
 "Nol You lied to mel" He took the glass from Linda's hand and threw himself at her feet. She turned to Gregory Proyor, at her left and asked him if he thought Briffaud's novel had any lasting significance. Pryor had theories about 1t, and discussed them dntil dinner time.
 Basil Thorne did not take dis- missal seriously. He knew too much about women. He watched Linda through dinner, caught her eyes on his and the quick flush as she turned to the others delib- erately. Linda lost at bridge. She couldn't remember cards with Thorne's eyes burning through her.
 It was nearly midnight and they were all together in the small drawing room when Linda excused herself. She didn't go to her room. OuL~Vl~uUOEO lb WAb OthGAy ALIu uhEk and clear. Her head ached with fatigue and excitement. She picked up c wrap and, slipping out. made her way to the beach. Her soli- tary study of the night came to e quick end.
 Basil Thorne stood beside her, She turned to speak to him, and he took her in his arms. He kissed her hard and Ilnurmured something she couldn't hear.
 She tried to draw away. That's not fair" she said.
 T told you I wouldn't be fair" he said, but I told you I'd make you like it."
 Tn the darkness she could see the triumph in his smile. For a fleeting second she tried to under. stand herself. Had she liked 1t, or was the wild beating of her heart anger?
 T came out looking for some- thing thought I'd lost" Honey Harmon with an undertone of threat in her voice that women usually recognize was at their side.
 (TO Be Contlnued)
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