The Waterbury Democrat., 1937-06-05
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 "You might try the little house in the big woods"
 wont you tell me your name?" He was very much in earnest.
 'Tf I gave you a name it would not be my own," she said. Please II have a reason"
 Together they walked from the tea room, the slender, golden girl and the dark, handsome man. Pats knew people murmured and follow ed them with politely curious eyes, but Don seemed obvious to his slir- roundings. Reaching the lounge he stopped and half turned toward the check room.
 Just one second and I'll take you home," he said, and Pats nodded over her shoulder When he strode back, hat in hand, Pats was nowhere to be seen. Don looked vaguely about, the joyous light fading from his young face.
 He was restless that night. He tried to work, but sat for long moments with his eyes fixed mus ingly on space. At last he threw himself into a comfortable chair and, picking up newspaper, scanned it indifferently. Pats, pre- tending to read magazine, covertly watched him. She saw his attention suddenly caught by a headline, saw him avidly read the article and fling the fingers of one hand against it as if of- tended. Later she read the item.
 Police on trail of beautiful blond," she read the headlines. She suppressed an impulse to gig gle and read on. It seemed that a girl, ring leader in a band of clever thieves who had recently stolen fabulously priced neck lace in Cleveland, had been traced to New York. She was described as having golden hair and baby blue eyes.
 And Don, his mind filled with. 8 nameless blond girl, had evil dently jumped to terrifying con- clusion. It was really too funny. On second thought it wasn't funny at all Pats had felt reasonably sure that Don would repeat his visit to the tea garden on the fol- lowing Friday. This news might we'll cause his ardor to cool. And there could be no greater disaster than that.
 While Pats thought about the golden haired thief and Don stared moodily from the window, Sims ad- mitted Rosie. She was vivacious and fretful by turns, the latter mood plainly leading up to the motive for her call. Pats correctly surmised that Rosie was out of funds again.
 "Don-I'm awfully short" she burst out plaintiveIy at last.
 Don sighed. Pats knew he had no financial worries, but the mat ter of Rosie was getting under his skin.
 You can't expect girl to get along without money" Rosie went on in tone which plainly blamed Don for her dilemma. T need everything my clothes are in tatterS-"
 Spare me the details" Don inter- rupted gruffly. How much?"
 Could you. let me have hum dred. Don? I'm absolutely fiat"
 Don opened his billfold and l. UEYara,S cayo,,%1, Ave he said. counting the bills. "It's all I have"
 Rosie accepted the money sulk- fly and soon found an excuse to leave.
 Isn't Rosie expecting great deal of you?" Pats asked when she and Don were alone. It was the first time she had interfered in his affairs.
 Rather" he admitted, but how can I refuse? Tears, lamentations, her arms around my neck-bah- I'd end up by giving it to her, so what's the uSe?" His mind was not wholly upon what he said. He was again reading the headline in the paper.
 Twice during the following week Don left the hotel at 3:30 in the afternoon. Each time he returned moody and silent. Pats was quite sure he had gone to the Coronet and she thrilled ecstati- ,ally. It seemed that Friday would never come when she could saun- ter n for cup of tea. She planned her costume with elab- orate care and went to bed each night to dream of furs and silk, of tea and scones, of Don-always | Don.
 Shortly after 4 on Friday she leisurely entered the tea gar- den, Her gown was black very |