The Waterbury Democrat., 1937-10-25
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1 ancient doorway was a stoutisfl person --- a very stoutish person None other than Jills own Miss Benedict, her big leather purse dangling from her arm. Y
 Standing near the Inantel was Q young man with broad shoulders and tumbled brown hair. His back was turned but Jill knew there were gray eyes that grew dark and intent at times, and not-so- ordinary nose. Yes, Jill knew it; this was Alan Jeffry. ....ss-.,
 An elderly lady was looking al @ picture through eyeglasses, see cured by chain, She was ob- livious of the fact that the two girls had corralled the man who had painted 1t. And are making him miser- able" Jill thought. At least she passionately hoped they were. She hadn't a doupt that the bespec. tacled lady was the mother of the two girls. She made up @ story about them: They were tinmar. ried. They had discovered the per. sonable young painter, and now were attempting to win his atten- ton by flattering his work. ....,...-.
 The room was topsy-turvy. Lool at the place, Jill commented tc herselfl Things, everywhere. Dust over everything. have my doubts that he could keep a place neat and orderly.
 I'm afraid" Jill thought, lean. ing for a moment against the door, that some day, though, I'm going to be devoting my life to that man If I step through the door I'm fairly certain I will" ...
 And then Jill stepped through the door, committing herself there. by to all the young mans careless ways. Some might not have rec ognized this as love. But Jill rec. ognized 1t, and the surge and thrill of her discovery sent the warn color to her face and quickenec her step as she went to meet des. tiny.
 Alan JefHry turned to meet thu newcomer, relief in his eyes. Jil recognized the look of one abou to be rescued. ~. -+ .- !
 Then something else showed Recognition and an eager light that sent @ sweet little thrill chas' ing up and down her spine.
 He reached out for Jtll,s hands And she rushed to Ii1eetahis. 4 double movement, that3S; trough them very close to each other while they smiled into each others eyes.
 You're not a very nice part oi dream I'm having?" Alan asked
 T hope not" Jill replied. q feel very substantial. I think this is the Daytime Me. Does my noc- turnal self visit you 'often2@A
 The trio, neglected, wandered around the room, giving funny little excited squeaks: "Oh, Bea- trice, look at this.' Lillian doesn't this remind you .'
 The elderly woman was nc longer engrossed., She was now peering at Jill through her glasses with a look that said as plainly as words: "YoUnG woman, I dc not trust you. I wouldn't trust any young woman who came to see a young mans pictures without 6 chaperon. The way you threw yourself right at him before ou' eyes showed what 8 bold, brazer young perSoi1y you aSe.zsx,1 hate t leave nice" young a1an tn you clutches" ''
 It looked as if she never would But she's up agahlst+Aat If sht thinks she can ss HutSit me-, s Jil thought. She had .Sforgotten al about her visit to Patty. Tomorrow she would remember 1t, perhaps. But tomorrow was another day, which had nothing to do with shining mo. ments within ones grasp.
 But at last they were gone.
 T don't like her." Jill voiced her feelings.
 Neither do l." Alan agreed.
 But they were not going tt waste their moments speculatin, about an unpleasant woman witt eyeglasses and two daughters.
 This, Alan told her. was a one. man exhibit He had inserted ( small ad in one of the papers ane 1t had brought him the trio Maybe there would be others to- morrow.
 Jill could have wept, remem, bering another one-nlan exhibi against background of gold vel, vet hangings and mellow paneling
 She wished fiercely she could gt out and send all of her rich friend. here. Only, of course. they woule not come. Even the finest of pic. lures couldn't compete with the prestige of a wealthy sponsor.
 Anyway, she couldn't have stood