The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-01-08
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 CHAPTER XXxv1I

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 Scott sat in his ofIlce, his blond head in his hands. He did not hear the door open, and he flushed with embarrassment when Dr. Os- borne spoke.
 Don't mind me, Scott" the old- e man said, placing Q compassion ate hand on Scott's shoulder. T was just wondering if you wouldn't join Mrs. Osborne and me. We are Dlanning to spend the day on the river. pr. and Mrs. Willoughby are coming along, too"
 Scott thanked him, suspecting the trip had been arranged for him. It would be c relief to get away from town, to put distance between himself and that business gcing on at the courthouse.
 pr. Osborne said, "Youre too good . doctor, Scott, not to know there's hope as long as there's life."
 Scott shook his head grimly. ''You're too good not to know that there's Q time when hoping doesn't help much"
 pr. osborne sighed and left the room. He was devoted to Scott. If he had had a son, he would have wanted him to be exactly like this straight-thinking boy. Dr. Osborne could scarcely have been more troubled to-day If Scott had been his own boy.
 So many times Scott had gone over his battle-ground. Always the longing to see Dana had been coIn- batted when he remembered the words of her note, Don't ask me to come back, Scott. I don't want to-not ever."
 Burning resentment carried him over the first days of their separa- ton. Then had come Mrs. Cam eron's letter commenting him for phiIosophically accepting Dana's decision. "Iike all southern girls" siie had written, Dana is impul- sive and sentimental. If she hadn't been, she would never have mar. ried you. She might return to you for the same reasons. But she doesn't want to. I believe Dana is facing Q happier life, and I hope you won't interfere"
 4 Around those two notes Scott had built . reserve of strength and determination to carry him through the lonely days and nights behind ilim-and more ahead. He faced them calmly but with bitterness in his heart.
 About the time Scott, from 6 deep chair on the Osbornes' launch, was watching the shore line recede. Dana was on her way to the court house.
 It was like a dream, mounting the wide, worn steps of the cold, gray building. There was Q dread- ful, chilled feeling in her heart that matched her surroundings. How terrible to be coming to this solemn place, concerned with so much unhappiness and despair Leaving her gay romance and hap piness forever behind.
 The thin young man with the thick glasses, her attorney, was taking over her life and Scotts A word from that fussy little fat man wonder would bring an end to their marriage.
 "6it down dear" Aunt Ellen whispered. You look pale" Dana smiled at her. Aunt Ellen seemed out of place in this room with its white walls and stiff furniture.
 "I,m not going to faint" Dana said. Don't worry, Aunt Ellen"
 "Faint?" Mrs. Cameron sat down heavily, giving her granddaughter Q sharp look that was like stimu- lant. "What nonsense!"
 q don't believe Scott will show up." Mrs. Cameron continued.
 DO you think he might~ Dana'i voice was suddenly alive.
 T think 1t would be very foolish if he did. There's no reason fol him to come unless he intends tt contest the case and he doesn't Soon now, both of you silly chil' dren will be free"
 Dana stared out the window. Al she could see was another wing o the building.
 A door opened, and Q swift tidt of color flooded Dana's face. Bu 1t was not Scott in the doorway --only a court employe bringing papers to the judge.
 The judge was speaking to Dans now. His eyes, behind his glasses looked kind. They probed herr