The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-01-22
CHAPTER XVI

&OA4ASAAO" SeAAAASJ elo pOAAASA AONo will, turning into today, and the whole world knew that Constance Corby had married struggling young man with practically nothing ! to his name. The whole world hum med and buzZed with the news, ex- :. claimed, either approvingly or with condemnation, prophesied as to whether or not such strange mar riage possibly could last.
 None of which bothered Connie or Bret in the least. They had each other, which was more than sufficient for the present. They were in that first idyllic stage of honeymooning when a rosy glow transfigured and enveloped every thing; an interlude of ecStacy in which reality does not exist.
 They stayed at a small, unpre- tentious hotel in the nearest good sized town so that Bret could drive pack and forth for the two weeks remaining until his bridge was completed. They had the bridal suite, which was far from elegant, but it is doubtful if they noticed that. The only thing Connie mo- ! ticed was that teh days were sud- denly longer and exceedingly empty. That was because Bret was gone. The hours when he could be with her were all too short.
 "As soon as the bridge is done" she said. well go away some where so that we can be together every single moment. We'll have a real honeymoon.
 T like that!" Bret's dark eyes were teasing. Isn't this a real honeymoon, Mrs. Hardesty?" e-"Only when you are here" she told him. Only half of one, be- cause of that. We shall go away, darling, for a long, long while - around the whole world, perhaps"
 Bret's dark eyes grew sober. You forget, my sweet" he said, that I'm not in a position to take my wife travelling around the world. If we went, we would have to go on your money. don't believe I'd like that"
 "You forget" Connie reminded that my money is now our money. We agreed that we were going to work everything out together, to. We said we were not going to be afraid Of money, or of anything else under the sun, as long as we had each other"
 Bret said that that was what they had agreed. Still he did not like the idea of another honey moon under those conditions. He had not realized yet that he had married Constance Corby.
 { Connie, on the other hand, seemed to have slipped back. quickly and easily, into her true self again. After all, that was what she had always been. With the exception of that brief lapse when she had been Katie Blyn. It was perfectly natural for her, hay ing experienced that metamor- phosis, to decide to circle the globe, or do anything else if she wished.
 One of the first things she did, after she received wire from Uncle Tippy, wishing her happi- ness and scolding her for having achieved it in the way she had, and sending her several thousands of dollars with letter of credit for the bank, was to shed that other other girls clothing.
 She was bit tired, she discov- cred suddenly one day that dragged unusually long with Bret away - of the shoddy navy suit and the black dress and all of those somber, sensible things.
 That evening when Bret, tired and dusty, came back to the bridal suite he found girl he had never seen before, girl whose golden curls had been carefully sham pooed and waved, whose nails were like coral jewels, whose slen- der figure wore a lovely frock of softest blue, matching the shining excitement in her eyes, whose ankles were encased in high-heeled, dainty slippers. In brief, girl who might have stepped from a page of fashion magazine.
 
 Good Lord!" he exclaimed. What have you done to yourself, honey?"
 Don't you like me?" Connie executed a little dance step around