The Waterbury Democrat., 1937-10-22
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CAST OF CHARACTERS
 IT'LL WENTWORTH, heroine, attractive debutante.
 ALAN JEFFRY, hero, rosing yuung artist.
 BaRRY WENTWORTH, JfIPs nfeubrUtlaeR.
 HACK WENTWORTH. JilPs brother.
 SYLVIA SUTTON. oil heress
 Yesterday: Mrs. Wentworth lays her plans for Barry and Sylvia and plans toO that Jill will marry one Of the banker MOntannes.
 CHAPTER HI
 The summer lodge was perfect in its sylvan setting. Great trees lowered above 1t. A blue lake, curv- ing with the sky, washed lightly against green banks, close by
 High powered speed boats skimmed the lakes serene surface. Lazy looking canoes bobbed at in- tervals, sturdy skiffs tugged at ropes near the pier.
 The long verandaS, dotted with | gay furniture, looked particularly | inviting. They gay furniture was new. For, in preparation for the big event, the lodge had been com- uIetely redecorated. Colorful hand blocked linen draperies, fresh from decorators' hands, were at the wide windows. Bright lowered chintz pillows casually piled about in deep chairs and on gliders.
 A breeze from the lake swept through the thin wire mesh of the front screened-porch, stirring a bowl of mint leaves. The mint would presently find its way into southern juleps. Sam, colored major domo of the lodge, was in charge Of this rte .at all the Wentworths outmgs' sam had served the FairtleloS' family of the first Mrs. wentworth always" During her lifetime, he had come from his southern home to serve young miSsus" in the Wentworth town house. Some years later. when he had grown too old for heavy service, the second Mrs. wentworth had transferred him to the country lodge.
 Mrs, wentworth glanced now at the cocktail and highball glasses There was no use to overlook the fact. Young people these days ex. rnectad to be served drinks. They'd dub A party a washout if you didn't. She hoped Barry would be sensible. If only he were like Jack ana Jlll' who didn't drink at all. !. Jill came on the porch just then, and Sam grinned delightedly: "The spitten image of pore Miss Jacqu- ina" he terminated. "A proud look to her. But no kind of mean pride lire the Bible done say go befo' A fall. Just folks, Miss Jill is. Mrs. wentworth likes putin on all this dob. But Miss Jill she don't care for all this here foolishness."
 A sudden nostalgia for the white coiumned home in which he had served in younger and happier days In the South swept through the old seevant.
 ''TIow are you, Sam?" Jill asked. fs'I'm just wondering if you could fix Q nice, minty lemonade for us. "
 "Lemonadep There was a howl Of sderision. Sam never heard the awordw
 "YeSsuh. Beggin' your pardon. The ladies where l come from drink lots of lemonade. It's the men folks. mostly, who wants mint julep and Gentle Annie"
 "A Gentle Annie for me, by all means" Barry said. He had come up beside Jill, suddenly.
 Powerful strong, Gentle Annie is," demurred old Sam.
 "You can't make 'em too strong for me-" Barry declared. When you've finished with that circus drink Miss Jill wants, open up the locker and do your stuff"
 Presently, with a glass in his hand, Barry was singing snatches of the St. Louis Blues. Jill glanced across at Sylvia Sutton. Sylvia was wearing a simple white sports dress, which made her look like patri- clan angel, Jill thought. Not the cherubic kind. Sylvia's nose was straight and slender. Her coral lips might have been carved by @ Sculp- tor bent upon perfection in line and Expression. Her eyes were wide and blue and appealing. She was small and slender and beautifully nodded.
 She should be labeled: Handle with Care" Jill unused.
 Poor Sylvia. She would probably tind life bit rough, if she married Barry. They were well suited in other respects. Barry, with his sat- yirnine darkness, was a perfect foil for Sylvia's delicate blondness. There was something extremely devilish, at least devil-may -care about Barry which contrasted sharply with Sylvia's angelic quali- Hes.
 Jill glanced up at Barry. He was not looking at Sylvia. His eyes met Jill,s mockingly.
 Spill it." he said.
 ~Oh, it's nothing" Jill answered. eI was just thinking that too many host. Don't forget Sylvia is here. "
 sylvia doesn't mind. She knows 1t can be mighty monotonous walk ing @ straight line all the time. A fellow has to weave around little, What Q pretty little preacher you're Turning out to be, Jill"
 Jill said nothing.
 Pretty is a pale word for you" Barry continued in a low tone. 'You've got what 1t takes, Jill"
 For some reason, Jill was not pleased. There was something aw- 1lllly silly and so unnecessary about paying compliments to sisters. Even step-step sisters.
 The afternoon merged into a eRrm clouldess night, which the young people found ideal for boat