The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-09-12
SERIAL STORY
 WORKING WIVES ...s LOUISE : ... .o.ss :!.s.s n.
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---@- said grossly, haven't you anything to readp Solitaire - solitaire-all the time"
 ''You said It." he returned, an unusual gruffness in his tone.
 Tt gets on my nerves. I've had @ hard day" She had an impulse to tell him of her hard day, of Sally Blake who was edging in on her domain, of her fear that G. F was no longer satisfied. She com pressed her lips. She couldn't tell Dan. He would be glad of her downfall. Very likely he had been patiently waiting for that very thing.
 Instantly, her thoughts swung back. Dan wouldn't be glad There wasn't a bit of meanness in Dams makeup. That's why he had been a failure, too easygoing, toe thoughtful of the other fellow.
 Like the time he could have been sales manager if he hadn't stepped back in favor of Sims Crane who had a wife and two youngsters. Marian had never for given him for that,
 Dan was the best man, all he lacked was a little force of char acter. He'd been chicken-hearted because Sims Crane had two youngsters
 Youngsters - Dan never mem toned his little dream daughter any more. Strange that he should have wanted girl. But Dan was queer like that, tender, no force How her mind ran on tonight Dan had obediently put the cards away. He was Tipping through a magazine, sitting sidewise on an uncomfortable chair.
 Dan, what ails you tonight?" she broke out in evaporation, Go over and talk to Dolly. Let me have a little peace"
 "Okay." He got up and strolled across the hall, leaving both doors open. Marian heard him say, i've been kicked out. Can you put up with me for @ few minutes?" He said 1t good-naturedly.
 "Of course. Sit down. There's the evening paper" There was no raspy edge to Dolly's voice. She was a comfortable little person With a sigh of relief, Marian listened to their contented mur- mur. This happened almost every night, Dolly taking Dan of her hands.
 She brushed her dress and hung 1t in the closet. Taking two scented eye pads from a glass jar, she went back to the living room The pads rested her eyes and drove away the tiny wrinkles which seemed determined to put In an appearance, Crossing to the davenport, she glanced across the hall into Dolly's apartment. It was an attractive little place in spite of the odds and ends of furniture and windows on the court, snug and honey.
 Dan sat in the shabby big chair which had been his brothers favor- ite. Scanning the paper, he looked pleasantly at ease. The tightness had disappeared from his face, the tension from his movements. Oppo- site, curled in e corner of the day. enport. Dolly knitted soft blue yarn on amber needles. It was e restful picture, placid, satisfying,
 Are you having good timer Marian called.
 Well, nothing exciting" Doll, had a cute little voice, 6 laugh seemed to run behind 1t. Come In, Marian"
 NO, thanks - I'll stay at home Marian had put on skin softeneI and metal curriers'. She was con- scious of them and her eye pads. Dolly never did things like that and, funny thing, her skin was smooth, her hair curled delight- fully and her eyes were always starry. Marion lay down, vaguely resenting the stars in Dolly's eyes.
 All was quiet in the apartment across the way, only the rustic of Dams paper, the click of Dolly's needles.
 Then Dan, on laugh Here's an interesting thing, Dolly"