The Waterbury Democrat., 1937-10-28
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  could be hurt by Ardath's sly inc situations.
 'aThat French swede," Patty said to herself, ''has nothing but men on her mindl"
 The last of Alan's pictures had been boxed.
 He had paid cash for c three months' lease of his new, furnished quarters. A location which was very different from the rooms he was leaving.
 The new place was not luxurious. But 1t had dignity and good taste. Even the most fastidious of visitors would not be able to find fault with its atmosphere.
 The paneling was dark. The floors were polished. There were Q few good chairs. The rugs were worn, but they were also good ones.
 The hangings were in . rich, vintage shade, and there were some recessed mirrors in the wall, which would reflect some of the paintings and give the appearance of added space. It had required several days to locate c place which would have desirable elements without Q prohi- bitive price.
 It had been hard not to call Jill during those few days. But Alan had been sentimental about 1t, aS he began putting his shabby sur- roundings behind him for Q more successful scene.
 The setting must be appropriate. He had fallen in love, and through strange good fortune, he was in Q position to tell Jill how he felt.
 From prudent English ancestors he had inherited the belief that Q man should be able to stand on his two financial legs before he dis- cussed marriage. And if marriage were not practical, then 1t was only decent and honorable to keep silent.
 During the next few days, Alan was 0 man with two minds. One functioned calmly, rationally for practical purposes. The other was filled with. dreams. With tender phrases, tenderer pictures. With one mind he drove Q shrewd financial bargain about the lease. With the other, he was writing the prolog of his great adventure. He was in love. Tremenrylsuod ard tx'l$6hfYf love. Tremendously in love. And amazing as 1t was, this lovely girl was his. There was no mistaking the fact that all of Jill's heart had been given to him in that kiss.
 Tomorrow he would bring Jill to his new place. He would show her how they made tea in English homes. And Jill would sit across Q small table and pour tea from the antique silver teapot he had brought from home.
 There was Q ring at the door. Alan opened the door of the dis mantled living room and faced Ardath.
 Hello" Ardath said.
 "How are you?" Alan spoke more formally.
 Ardath held out long, slim hand. Perhaps you don't remember me. I'm Ardath Holm."
 T remember you quite we'll" Alan said. Which waS true. There was something dangerously arresting about this girl. You might not ad- mire her type. But you would never overlook her in Q crowd.
 "1m afraid I must appear inc hospitable. I can't ask you in, Miss Holm. I'm moving. In fact, I have moved. I'm waiting now for Q cab"
 Men," said Ardath, don't make such Q rite of moving, do they? Women always prolong bother. AS they do everything" A.
 "Women have more time on their hands," He smiled. He had not ex- pected Q remark of that kind from this girl. He had decided the other day that she was Q mental blank If he had ever seen one.
 T heard you were going away" Ardath spoke, slowly, "and that you had sold c picture"
 I'm afraid sounded boastful. Spreading the news. But 1t was hard to keep. It's pretty great, isn't it?"
 T should say so" Ardath still stood, looking up at him. She made no move to go. Alan, restless, eager to be on his way, wondered what more there was to be said.
 "Jacqueline Wentworth must be pleased" Ardath said.
 "Who-oh Jill."
 "Her real name is Jacqueline. All her millionaire friends call her Jill, I believe"
 Color surged to Alan's face, but he said nothing.
 After @ moment, Ardath con- tinued. Patty said she was wild for you to sell Q picture. And you did. It's wonderful what rich peo- pie can accomplish, isn't 1t? But,