The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-03-09
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money and her husband would help

money and her husband would help spend it.
 Tn . rush Susie dressed for the Delta Phi dinner. Powder blue vel- vet, long, aecentuated every beau- tiful line of her figure. bobbing curls on top of her head, heavy silver bracelets, small silver sandals, per- fume behind her ears, stars in her eyes.
 Dick waited in the lobby while she called Chicago. There was no answer from Jeff's apartment. She was quiet on the way to the fratern- ity house, thinking of Jen, wishing she had been kinder.
 Susie's fame had spread. Her en- trance to the Delta Phi house re- ceived the fanfare accorded to royalty. It took little to stir univer- sity students. They owned Susie. had she not served them all with de- lciious waffies7 Now she had re- turned, beautiful, e radio star, to honor their door. Or so their greet ing broadly hinted.
 Another reception was held in the dressing room. Susie remembered fieetingly the occasion of her last entrance into that room. It was much the same. smooth, luxurious little girls, the type she had so bit- teyly envied, but with a difference this time. They neither snickered nor whispered. They shook Susie's hand, exclaimed over her clothes, crowded around as she sat at the dressing table. In 10 minutes that scarring episode in Susie's past was wiped from the slate of memory. The Cinderella complex even gave 1t touch of glamour.
 The strange thing about 1t all was that Susie was not getting the expected thrill out of the demon stration. Knowing that. without 8 shadow of doubt, Dick Tremaine would ask her to marry him before the evening was over, knowing that poor old Susie, the waffler. was buried for all time. her senses ab- solutely refused to quicken. What was the matter with her? Was achievement less sweet than effort, had conquest dulled the keen edge of desire? She did not know. Slip ping away from the gushing, fawning girls, she found an upstairs tele- phone and again called Je6's flat in Chicago. There was no answer.
 The party ran true to time-hon- ored form. Dinner, dancing, the stag line falling over itself to cut in on Susie. favors. paid entertainment.
 During the entertainment Dick took Susie to seat under the stairs. He had been a little cocky all eve- ming. swaggering possessively, strut ting just enough to irritate Susie faintly. "As if he owned me-" she thought.
 There, under the stairs, no one in sight, he asked her, quite cas- ually, to marry him at the end of her radio contract. In the same breath he explained that his father had put him on his own, that one needed money to swing out in Cali fornia and it would be wise for her to accept Ted Warfield's offer. When Susie said nothing, sat with troubled eyes on her hands, he added that he was mad about her, always had been and always would be, that, together, the would out-Hollywood Hollywood.
 It was incredible that Susie should say, But don't want to marry you, Dick-I don't want to go to Hollywood" Incredible, after loving Dick for years on end, after hitch- ing her wagon to his star and hang ing on for all this time. Refusing him, Susie was almost as astounded as Dick.
 When argument failed, when even caustic reminders of his enviable social standing were unavailing. Dick sullenly took her to the hotel and she did another astounding thing. Starting to prepare for bed she changed her mind, redressed and packed her bag. Standing in front of the mirror, pulling her little hat over bobbing curls, she gazed into wondering eyes. What had she done? After four years 1t was diff ficult to break the habit of loving Dick.
 Almost without conscious thought, driven by some unolknown force, she wrote a note to Dick, left 1t with the hotel clerk, and took the night train for Chicago.
 At 7:30 in the morning taxi de- livered Susie to the fiat building where Jeff stayed on in spite of Edna,s belief that he had moved to his club. He left the kitchen to answer Susie's ring. He stared at her, trying unsuccessfully to conceal the glad light in his eyes. Susies eyes were none the less happy.
 Newspapers lay about Jeff,s chair knee deep. The fat was dusty, for lorn looking. Susie dropped her hat and coat on the davenport. She was trembling. Had she thought the edge of desire dulled by conquest2 No oh, no.
 May I have breakfast Jei17" she asked.
 "Yeah-sure." Jen was trembling. SIDE CHANGES