The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-01-20

xVu 01lVuAA AAUNg 0@NAA Ae~b eesee~ MT. Sartorious in the role. He fairly perspired with anxiety lrn- til I consented to stay. Well, if we're going 70 get all those notes of tomorrow we'd better be getting to bed
 Janet found sleep long in com ing that night. She kept remem- bering things she was angry with herself for remembering-creeping, insinuating, hateful things: Lances white, set face as he read the story of Cynthias marriage to Timothy Benton His angry, "She does mt really care for that roughneck." Snatches of conversation from Sylvia Grants luncheon party, You don't mean you'd never heard that Cynthia and Lance were as thick as thieves before you came home and grabbed him?" Cynthias eyes as she cried, "Why, you little fool, you don't imagine 1t was Bar ney l wanted, do youp" But more hateful than all, those un- guarded words Lance had tried too late to catch back over the dinner table this evening: But I always thought your money was in"
 And only the day before Lance had professed surprise at learn ing that she had any money at all,
 Stubbornly she refused to allow her mind to weave the various threads into the pattern they seemed to want to form. Yet the odious memories would keep re- curing in a vicious circle.
 Recalling wedding invitations is not cheerful business - nor re- turning wedding gifts. Janet went about 1t next morning with stony composure.
 But surely, Miss Janet, you ain't going to return all them lovely presents" Margy protested, aghast. Anyhow, the weddings only postponed, ain't it?"
 Father Indefinitely, Margy," Janet said.
 Fortunately only @ small frac- IlOIl VI tIlC lluiiibGkS VI 6ANo oAaS knew she would have received had yet appeared. One or two of them Janet hardly dared to look at the Ming vase, and the two Meryon etchings which she had already visioned hanging on either side of the stairway, a set of handmade tools for the fireplace.
 And of course she mustn't for get to notify the friends who were still to entertain for her. She dreaded that most of all. So difii- cult to achieve just the shading of disappointment ana happy con- fidence in the future that was the correct note for the circumstances! !! Or was there correct note? Leslie Pugh would be the hardest to fool. Leslie was giving a dinner dance for her and Lance at the end of the week.
 Lance had suggested, and 1t had been decided-with some misgivings on Janet's part to explain to those intimate friends who were en- titled to some explanation that be- cause of the uncertainty of business conditions, 1t seemd better to wait until the house was nearer comple- ton Because of course we can't go on living in hotel for ever, you know, Leslie,' Janet fin- ished.
 Leslie wasn't exactly an into- mate friend; but she had gone to the trouble of planning the dinner
 Well, I'm glad 1t isn't because the fair-haired boy was stuck in the stock market" Leslie said with her usual blunt impertinence. "There seems to be an unpleasant epidemic of that sort of thing. But anyhow, why give up the dinner? By the time your house is finished I may be in the poorhouse, my self; and I hear they don't throw very lively parties there. I'll tell you - we'll call 1t a postponement party. I'll bet 1t won't be the last one"
 T don't know what to say" Janet hesitated. Perhaps Lance"
 Anything is all right with Lance so long as it's a party" Leslie in- sisted. And cynthia will be back by that time. I had e car0 from her this morning. I'd meant to have Barney for her, but I'll take him and cut out some one else"
 While Janet was still hesitating at the telephone, Lance dropped in on his way back to the office from business call uptown.
 "Why not?" he asked with @ shrug when Janet relayed Leslie's message. "The more we're seen out together right now the better. It's the best way to keep people from thinking we've actually had @ row"
 When Janet had finished her con- versation and hung up, Lance went on. If can land the prospect I've just been talking to, 1t may not be so much of & postponement after all"
 "Who is it9" Janet asked
 An old codger named Justin, who lives in one of those huge Mid-Victorian hon ors in the East