The Waterbury Democrat., 1937-11-03
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who always loathed the bother of shopping, and who had accepted substitutes time and again in order to escape the routine of looking.
 It must be that Jill was thinking with favor of Milo Montanne. It was almost too much to hope for. Jill married to a man of immense wealth. All of her responsibility would be endedl
 She threw herself into selection of the dress with a fervor and warmth that surprised Jill. For the time they were just two women drawn together through an im- memorial urge.
 For a short while, Mrs. Wentworth felt almost motherly toward Jill. It was much the sort of feeling of the bird mother, as she pushes her young over the side of the nest, warning to fly or fall.
 Mrs. Wentworth wanted the party at one of the leading hotels any home affair lacked the brilliance that a swank downtown setting could give 1t.
 People knew what the initial out- lay was in the former, what you had paid for the ballroom and hotel service. But no matter how your own home swarmed with caterers and servants, a party there didn't make quite the same impression. And then, immense as the ball. room was at the Wentworths' home, there was always more room to spread over -- or into - at hotel. But, to her amazement, her hus- band vetoed the suggestion. "No use in throwing money away in large chunks, when we have every facility for entertaining at home," he said.
 They were at the dinner table. Jill, looking at her father, had the impression again that he looked weary and worn. She felt troubled. The next moment her fathers eyes met hers and he smiled. "If Jill has her heart on having her party -"
 q haven't, though, dad" Jill broke in quickly. "1'd hate having 1t away from home." She added with 8 flash of her old, mischievous smile: Tt would look as though you and mother were introducing me all over again. Anyway we can take care of everyone comfortably at home"
 Mrs. Wentworth had finally given In. A week later the invitations were being addressed. ,
 T hope you've thought of every body" Mrs. Wentworth said to Jill. eve racked my brain trying to remember all the parents of your best friends, and other special older guests"
 Parents of all the most eligible men," Jill couldn't resist saying. T suppose you included MT. Mon- tanne."
 She had encountered her Step- mother at the top of the beauti- full spiralling stair, and now would have hurried past, but Mrs. Went worth spoke nervously: Could you come into my room for mo- ment, I want to talk with you"
 Jill scarcely ever came to this room. It's magnificance repressed her. Designed by an interior decor ator of faultless taste, 1t was yet definitely stamped by the personal ity of its owner. Somehow, Jill had the feeling that 1t had been battle between them. A question of how much should be left out or how much could be put in. Mrs. Vent worth, whose ideas always ran to quantity, had evidently won out.
 'Too gorgeous" Jill secretly though, her eyes on the gold fit- tings on her mothers dressing table.
 "1s anything wrong, mother? Jill asked.
 "Jill, I did ask MT. Montanne, of course. You know we wouldn't have a big party without asking him. But he refused"
 T don't blame him." Jill replied 'Tt would probably bore him to death.'
 "You are taking this very lightly Jill. I tell you 1t was strange. He spoke very abruptly. There was something"
 "What could there be?" Jill asked, perplexed. Mother, I'm sure you're wrong"
 "1'm just as sure I'm right" Mrs Wentworth spoke coldly. "Jill I've meant to ask you before, but I've been so busy 1t slipped my mind You asked Milo to receive with you of course"
 "No," Jill said, T didn't. It would be encouraging him to believe care something for him. And I don't. l l -