The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-01-05
Beginning The Story of
 Whose Money Sold < Her Short
CHAPTER I

Along the ocean drlVe at Palm Beach, America's win ter playground for the great and near-great, the line of automobiles stretched for nearly a mile approaching the Tudor-styled castle of Constance Corby, the richest girl in the world.
 A corps of special patrol men was on guard, besides the traditional men in livery and a dozen private detec- tives. A flock of newspaper men and photographers was gathered outside the tall wrought-iron gates. The formal gardens and velvety terraces were flooded in soft ly tinted light; an enormous marquee especially built for dancing, overlooked the sil- very-edged surf b. a t i n g against white sands shim- mering in moonlight of sivaling splendor.
 Rare lilies and orchids, brought by plane, filled the spacious rooms from baseboard to ceiling. Three or 1hestras had been engaged. Forty | ,slterers occupied the mammoth Kitchens preparing feast fit for a bacchanalian king. The sup ply of champagne was unlimited. For tonight the formal announce ment of the betrothal of "The Mill lion Dollar Princess" was to be given | out to the world.
 Outside the richly appointed bath room, with its Sunken marble tub | and gold-plated fixtures. three per- sons lowered anxiously, listening for every word and sound from within.
 "You really should be getting dressed, Miss Connie" Gibbs, the personal maid, English, angular, sardonic warned.
 "Indeed you shouldl" Mrs. Perry l the head houSekeeper, fat horid and | forty, urged with Supplication board ing on tears.
 "You should indeed" Uncle Tip py added his bit. That Is if you intend to appear at your own party, my dear" Uncle Tippy was Comics favorite guardian. He l never allowed anything to upset him too much; not even his niece's whims. which were at times, to say the least, likely to be upset ting.
 There was silence for a minute while the three waited as though holding one long suspended breath. Then: But I'm not so sure I want | to appear" low, throaty voice murmured from the other side of the door, which was locked. "Id terribly cozy. When I think of all those people waiting to shake my hand and offer congratulations or condolences, not to mention the re- porters and camera men The more I think of it, I believe I shall stay here"
 But you can't do that!" Mrs. Perry threw up plump arms in horror. Remember Rodney is waiting, too. Your fiance. Such a splendid young man!"
 T shan't be able to do your hair 70 suit you, Miss Connie, unless you allow me ample time," Gibbs thin face took on peculiar pinched look.
 What I should have done long ago." Uncle Tippy sighed, was to have given you a good sound spanking. Hope Brandon will have sense enough, when he takes you of my hands"
 If Rodney ever beats me, shall leave him." the cool, lovely voice stated with emphasis. "I'!l do my. own hair, thank you, Gibby. And I'm not going to throw tantrum, Uncle darling, un-. less you drive me to it. Go way, please. and let me alone"
 Talking about divorce before the bannS are even spoken!! 'Tis a bal omen!" Mrs. Perry moaned.
 Will you go way?" This time the voice was not quite so soft or musical: there was & loud splash in accompaniment.
 T expect we'd better" Uncle Tippy decided, motioning to the others. He had not been a favor- ite guardian for 20 years without having learned when to give in.
 Connie listened to the footsteps dying away. The frown between her prettily arched brows van-