The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-04-21

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tire show off schedule.
 Toby took down the yachting sui everyone had exclaimed about, and got into it. The suit had white trousers and Q blue coat like a ships ofncer's To top it, there was @ frivolous version of sail ors cap, to be worn at an auda- cious angle.
 Toby stood before the full-lengtf mirror, trying the cap. Yes, it wa: better tilted to the right. It was quite becoming. She stepped back studying the effect. The yachting suit looked well on her, too. Miss LanderS had said at once that Toby was to wear it. So few girls could wear trousers; Toby was one oi the few.
 A voice at her elbow cut in, "Of course we all know you're beauti- full, but would you mind giving someone else chance to use that mirror?" 4
 It was Carol Marsh. Toby moved away, not trusting herself to speak If Harriet Holm had said the same words they would have been joke But Carol was not joking. There was cool insolence in the tilt of Carol Marsh's head, the steady, un- smiling dark eyes.
 Toby crossed to a window, turn ing her back on the room. The usual afternoon traff1c was in prog ress in the street below, but Toby saw none of it. Tears that she re- fused to shed blinded her. Fiercely she winked them back.
 She would not give way. She would not! Nobody was going to know that anything Carol Marsh could say would hurt Toby Ryan. Who was Carol Marsh, anyhow? Why did she think she was so much better than everybody else?
 A tea drop slid down Toby's cheek. She wiped it away hastily. In a few minutes she'd have to bo gack into that ball room and parade like a peacock among the tables of women drinking tea.
 Violently, Toby wished she had not come to the fashion show, wished she'd never heard of 1t. But that was silly wish. Why not be frank with herself? It wasn't the fashion show that had gone wrong. It was because she'd found out that a man she - well, was interested in-wasn't all she'd thought him
 The maid who, a few minutes before, had been helping Carol Marsh to dress approached Toby. Miss Ryan?" she said.
 "Yes."
 The maid came nearer and her voice lowered. "A gentleman asked me to give you this" Discreetly, she handed Toby a folded slip of paper.
 "But-!" Toby began, and then suddenly stopped. She took the slip of paper and moved to the rack of clothes 8 few steps away. The rack served as screen, affording privacy. Toby unfolded the note and read:
 Dear Miss Ryan - Meeting you so unexpectedly has made me believe this is my lucky day. Won't you prove 1t by having dinner with me? I've asked you twice before, you know. Please let the third time be the charm.
 I haven't nerve enough to stay around through the entire fash ion show even to see you model, but I'll be waiting at 5:30.
 TIM JAMESON.
 Toby turned. At the end of the room Carol Marsh was inspecting herself in the mirror. Intent on her reflection, Carol was the en- of aloofness and self-con- fidence.
 So Carol Marsh thought she was going to the Seville Club with Tim Jamieson that evening, did she? Hastily, Toby made up her mind. She crossed to where the maid was smoothing out discarded garments.
 Toby said, Do you think you could find MT. Jamieson-the young man who gave you the message?"
 q think I could" The maid smiled. "He said he'd be waitin' for an answer"
 Toby moved nearer. "Tell him." she said, that Miss Ryan will be ready at 5:30"
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