The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-01-11
CHAPTER VI

On the front page of this paper, staring back at her, was her own likeness! At least it was a girl who looked as she should have, her slight figure bundled into Comics own big polo coat, her proud little head flung back. RICHEST GIRL SUFFERS BREAKDOWN" flared a banner headline. Connie followed the story:
 Constance Corby, reputedly the richest girl in the world, has suf- fered a nervous breakdown. Her physician has ordered a complete change and rest. Her million dol- lar yacht has been chartered, its destination kept secret.
 Rodney Brandon, to whom Miss -by's engagement was announced just last night, told reporters he was unaware that his f1ancee was ill. ..'
 "Oh so that's how Wor- ried he is about me!' Connie mur- mured.
 Did you say something?" the young man next to her asked.
 She shook her head. If she had, she had not meant to do so. Then, prompted by some mischlevous sprite, she spoke aloud, T was only thinking It's too bad about Constance Corby; you know, the richest girl in the world. on, II I could be her, for little while" This last was the fierce desire eX- pressed by the real Katie.
 The young man glanced down at the paper. There was a flicker ot amusement-or was it scorn?-ln his brown eyes. "You wouldn't want to be her" he said. "You're better oil than she is. Happier. Don't you know that's one thing money can t buy?"
 Connie was surprised that he should say just that, Her grand fathers words, almost. Her own to Katie Blynn. What makes you think I'm happy?' she asked; then wistfully again: Money can buy so rnany things" She felt as though she were Katie Blyn, envying thag other girl. She knew now, tor the firut time. how other girls felt about tho real Constance Corby.
 "How do I know? Because you show it-when you held that wom- ans baby, for instance. It was shln- ing in your eyes" His own eyes grew serious. "The things money can buy rion't matter" he added firmly.
 Connie decided he was young man who was very positive as to what he thought about everything .How did you find that out?" she asked.
 "The hardest way" he answered slowly. "Just by living. That's the only way any one ever learns any, thing"
 "You sound like philosopher, Connie ventured. He was taiKiig to her as no one else had ever talk ed. as though she were just another nerson. No man had ever talked to Constance Corby like that. They always remembered she was a girl who was exceptionally rich; they never let her forget that.
 She wished this young man would go ot1 talking.
 He laughed, a low, amuSeo cEuckled. T haven't had much phil nsophy-not formally, anyhow. Wnat little I know comes from contact with the raw material. Men who work with their hands. Hoboes. Even tramps. But I seem to be taking a lot about myself" he broke OH. sse,,,c,.osa vo,l tell me something about you?"
 'arhere's nothing to tell" Con- nie said quickly.
 "Not even your name9 Where "I'm not sure where I'm going vet. My names Katie Blyn." / q like that" he said, as she hac said to its real owner. "No non serse about it. Sensible and plain.
 T suppose you think I'm like my name?"
 "Weu yes," He looked at her, as though considering what sne was like for the first time.
 "But a girl like Miss Corby, shes beautiful" Connie was prompted further by that spirit of mischief.
 He shook his head. Not to me, she isn't. I wouldn't like her, even a little bit"
 Connie felt the color rise in her cheeks. "She may be very nice" She defended. "She may be just like every other girl"
 'Too much money changes peo-