The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-01-06
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 Scott walked more swiftly, his eyes on the little figure ahead. Once he called, "Danai" but ape parently she did not hear him.
 1xe started to run - and stopped abruptly. A car was coming from the opposite direction. It swung to the curb and he saw Ronnie Moore was ct the wheel. Ronnie spoke to Dana and she nodded. Then he stepped out and opened the door of the car for Dana to enter.
 Scott turned and retraced his steps. When he reached his own car Ronnie's roadster was not In sight. He must have cut around the corner.
 So already Dana was seeing Rom nie. Scott told himself he might have known it. By this time his feeling was not the fierce anger that blazed periodically, but Q despair more terrible to bear.
 Now that Ronnie had swung back In line, Dana would be fool to come back to him, Scott argued. Why should she choose Q man who had nothing more than vague pros- poets when she could marry one who was sitting on top Of the world? Tho girl didn't live who would choose the poor man. There had been such Q girl, but sine had discovered her folly, and run out on her husband ct the first oppor. tuaity. On Q sham pretext that wouldn't deceive anyone.
 Scott, sitting motionless in his car, laughed shortly. It was Q snirthless laugh.
 There wasn't any use going of his head about the situation. Other men had lost their wives for the same reason. Money. It was strange that men should 90 on wanting women who had disap. pointed and disillusioned them, but they did. Wanted them fearfully, with Q need that was like nothing else. Feeling lost and incomplete, as though an arm or leg or eye were missing. Or, worse, as though some spiritual clement that gave meaning to life was gone forever.
 if Dana had only waited Scott knew he could have made money for her. Not as much money as Ronnie had. Not 10 million. But enough to give her 0 fine home and pretty clothes if that was what she wanted.
 The thought of Ronnie was like acid, burning new tracks of misery along which his tortured thoughts must travel. Scott was glad in dull kind of way-perhaps relieved was the better word-that Dr. Os. borne had invited him to his home tonight. pr. Osborne had become c staunch friend.
 Dana and Ronnie arrived ct the Cameron home. Nancy, who had been reading, glanced Up ct them, startled. She got up and started toward the door.
 Ronnie called. Don't go, Nancy. [ want to talk with you"
 "With me7" Nancy kept her hand on the door.
 "Why not?" Ronnie drawled. He was smiling, but his eyes looked puzzled. "But I suppose I should know better than to expect you to reciprocate. Dana, this is case where devotion has gone unreward- ed."
 "You like to talk" mocked Nancy. her dark eyes meeting his, yinsmiling.
 "Yes, but 1t never gets me any where with you. I had Q hopeless passion for you, for years. It be- gan when you breezed through snathematics, leaving me to make up grades during summer vacation. 1t burned fiercely when you played dazzling tennis, while I played like 6 dub. And 1t reached It's zenith when you failed to step on my toes at dance the first year I came home from college, as all the other girls I picked didl"
 "You were c poor picker" Nancy said. "You were always hauling