The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-06-22

back somewhere.
 "'Lovely lady, I'm falling mad ly in love with your" The rnu- sicians sang the melody through trumpet and clarinet and banjo.
 T am," Bob said. "Can't we excuse ourselves and leave2 I want to tell you about it."
 So Marcia got her cloak, the silver wrap that matched her bag and bracelets, and they found a cab and went rolling across the town, as though romance were something that they would dis- cover together. They dismissed the carriage at Montmartre. Mu- sic, sweet as though 1t had been strained of all harshness, rich and full as though the refining sieve had not compressed 1t, came from e low dark building.
 Bob led the way inside, and they found chairs in Q darkened room where there were many peo- pie who slipped sherry and lis- tened to music. As her eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, Mar cia distinguished faces. There was Q profile of Q cameo clear ness = dark hair looped over the ears - bright frock. It was Rosital The musicians were play ing softly 50 she did not call Bob's attention to the girl. He would have smiled and let 1t go, she knew. Because she loved him again for that minute because she did not know if the minute would last for 60 seconds or 60 years wanted to know and didn't --she moved Q little closer, and Bob put strong hand around her hands as they lay in her lap.
 "Ready2" he said when the song was done, and they came again into the sweet, dark night, and walked to Q little park, nearby, where the silhouette of new church was slim and black in the sky. Paris lay far below. Marcia leaned across a wooden railing, at one side of the park, and saw that steps led to Paris, far below.
 Let's walk down." she said, and held out her hand.
 "Just Q minute" Gently Bob swung her around until she faced him. T promised to let you take your time. But I have to know, Marcia. What are you going to do about us?"
 She turned back, her thoughts still lost in the music, not knowing clearly what her answer would be. Suddenly o girls laughter was very near.
 "slumming in Montmartre2 Isn't 1t @ beautiful, beautiful night9 ] came for Q breath of fresh air"
 Bob turned swiftly and his brows were drawn in impatience "oh, Rosita. Good evening. Not alone2"
 T have an escort - in there.' She motioned to the low dark building.
 we were just going" Bob an. swered. Marcia want to try these steps,"
 "Oh, yesp Rositas laughter broke into Hurried little bells. "But 1t will make you so tiredl Remen- Der how long 1t took the night we walked down, Bob?"
 In the semi-darkness Marcia saw Bob's eyes narrow and the swift step he took toward Rosita
 "It must have been some other man, Rosita. I've never been here with you"
 "oh no? Then how did you know where to come?"
 T came with Jimmy one night after you girls had gone to bed. But see here, I'm not answering any body's catechism. You're Q nice little girl, Rosita, but run along. Beat 1t. ,
 Rosita stood with her hands crossed in front of her. Anyway we were very tired when the steps ended, my darling, and we came home with the dawn. Now l must go back"
 Alone again, Bob caught Mar cia to him. "You don't believe her do you? It's made up though the devil knows why. She's wooing money and what she sees in my pockets"
 He stopped short and Marcia knew that he, too, was recalling his own phase about marriage for financial advancement.
 The magic had been shattered The steps were too long. Marcia was tired suddenly.
 Let's talk about it tomorrow After all, if you wanted to bring her here, why not? We're not engaged"
 But I tell you I didn't = don't you believe me, Marcia?"
 T want to believe you--dread- fullyl And I can'tl"
 There was Q silence then. Young, tense, sharp. It lasted all the way to the hotel.
 "You needn't believe me, oi course" Bob said then, "but Jim- my will be Q witness that he took me there."
 CTo Be Contlnued)
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