Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise., 1938-12-23


a rush, and is over quickly, but a
Paris Spring is the loveliest thing
in the world, surely" said Ann, catch
in her young vibrant voice, her blue
e;es lighted with anticipation.
He asked: What was it that the
poet Lord Tennyson wrote?"
Something terribly hackneyed now
adays! In the Spring, a young mans
fancy lightly turns to thought of love"
she quoted.
"Does it have to be Spring for that,
Ann? ?" He was leaning forward to-
wards her as the taxi skimmed smooth
ly under the leafless trees. Even in
winter, cant one"
She was in his arms, lost in the
wonder and the glory of his kisses.
Monday night. Her heart full of
Paul Bradley as, with her mother,
she hearkened' to the first act of
Samson and Delilah" from the seats
in the box at the Metropolitan that
had been given her by Tim O'Hallahan
When the curtain fell, tears of emo
ton stood in AIMS blue eyes. Lollie
was scanning the Golden Horseshoe
with her opera glasses, recognizing
friends and enemies "of happier days"
as she was wont to refer, sentimen-
tally, to that period before the crash.
several of them came to visit her.
When the lights were again lower
ed, and the curtain rung up on Act
ii, Ann was presently to sense large
presence on the hitherto vacant chair
at her left.
A man-immaculate in evening
clothes, with a white gardenia in the
satin lapel of his tail-coat. Tim O'Hal
lahan! So he had stolen a march on
her? Got around her refusal of COM
ing here alone with him! Indignant
at his action, she kept her eyes upon
the stage, but when the curtain was
rung down and the lights went up, of
course she had to speak to Tim, pres
ent him to mother.
Through her jewelled lorgnette (last
relic of past granduer) the pretty,
petulant Mrs. Delafield surveyed this
possibility" for Ann.
Marriage-with money-money that
would help the family fortunes-Lol-
lies small mind could go no further.
The man looked like money!
Came the sibilant whisper from her
mother: "What does he do, Ann?"
"He's a silk manufacturer"
"You mean, the O'Hallahan with
the huge mill over in New Jersey?"
eyes! Careful! He'll hear you!"
"And bachelor?"
Ann nodded. "Do hush, darling!'
Perhaps, Mr.. O'Hallahan," said
Lollie ever so sweetly, and before
Ann could check her, "you'd give us
the pleasure of your company at din
ner one evening? My daughter-"-
with a complacent smile at Ann-"has
told me so much about you that
quite seem to know you already"
"Delighted, Pm sure," said Tim.
Many eyes had been leveled from
all parts of the Metropolitan on the
handsome trio.
But the eyes that viewed them with
the greatest satisfaction belonged tc
an unescorted woman in a cheap gal
lery seat.
Brenda Selz enjoyed the Opera, but
had to pay for her own ticket. Thru
powerful double glasses, she scrutiniz-
ed Tim O'Hallahan-and Ann Della
field. Her mouth twisted sardonical-
ly.
$50 the wind lies in that quarter ?
thought as much!"
Next morning at the store, she lin
gered in AIMS department-appa
ly in friendly fashion.
"Nice little line of lingerie" He1
sharp eyes scanned the price tags
"But aren't they a bit high?"
ooh, no. It's first-class material,
Ann told her.
Brenda went off to her lunch. She
wasted little time on food, however
She planned dropping in at some rival
stores. The lin"e~ie sections were hel
objective. The particular line of lin
gerie she had commented on. in AIMS
department, was certainly not "mov-
ing". BY the grapevine system she
had heard it, and rejoiced.
Making the rounds, Brenda finally
landed in Marcus & Pickard's big EN-.
porium, stones throw from Barclay
& Weiss. Prowling around the silk
en- garments of the competitors, she
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