The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-01-25
CHAPTER XVIII

Another six months had passed and Connie and Bret had been mar ried one year.
 Into these last months had been crowded almost as much activity as during their honeymoon. They had followed the sun and the rest less pursuits of gaiety, the never ending search for new thrills and excitement that was the custom of the golden world into which Con- nie had been born.
 Newport, Palm Beach, Bermuda, Switzerland, Cannes, Florida, Cali fornia, Hawaii mad race from one to the next, a frantic rush somewhere else again. Or so it seemed to Bret and so now he complained to Connie on this, their first anniversary.
 "Why don't we stay put for a changer" he asked. When are we Doing to settle down, honey, as we said we would, to the serious busi- ness of living? We can't keep this up forever, you know"
 He had come into Connie's dressing room, where she sat, put ting the last touches to her hair. They were having dinner that evening in celebration of their anniversary.
 This was not the first time Bret had voiced these same thoughts. He seemed to be voicing them more repeatedly lately; more per- Sistently. Connie turned to look at him. He did not look like the man she had married - although Connie did not recognize that fact any more than she looked as she had when she had pretended to be Katie Blyn. He was just as tall, as broad of shoulder; his eyes were as dark and direct; it was not that he wore immaculate white tie and tails instead of rough tweeds. There was something more; some thing that did not have to do with outward appearances. For out wardly at least, Bret had adapted himself very well to his wife's golden world.
 we could keep it up forever, if we chose" Connie answered. She thought how handsome he looked. She hoped, though, he was not go- ing to be difficult tonight of all times. What's the matter, darling, aren't you happy? Aren't you go- ing to kiss me and tell me how glad you are that you married me just one year ago tonight?"
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 She held out a slender white arm to him; he took her hand and put his lips to its palm. But he did not offer any further demon Stration. She was a little witch: she knew she could turn him aside from all seriousness by means of those slender arms and sweet soft lips. She had used them too often to win her own way.
 That's why tonight is a splendid time for new resolutions" he said. "A turning point; another beginning. We've played at mar riage-and yes, it's been fun-for 2 whole year. Now we must begin to work at it."
 "You didn't say you've been happy" she pouted. She turned from him again, bent forward to touch 8 drop of perfume behind the tiny pink lobe of each dainty ear. She got up. "The finishing touch," she laughed. "Now I, too, am ready. Do I look beautiful enough to please you, my hus- band?"
 You always look beautiful to me-" he said. Almost too beauti- ful. he thought, viewing her shin ing hair, bright eyes and lovely skin, the slender sheath of silver that encased her figure, the glitter of jewels on fingers and arms and neck. With pang he recalled the girl he had married in the navy suit and perky hat, her hair wind blown. her eyes laughing and radiant and warm. That girl had been beautiful in a different way. He could not explain the differ ence, unless it was of the spirit. but it had been there.
 Then you still love me, darling after one whole year!"
 T expect to love you still after