The Waterbury Democrat., 1940-09-19
BY MARGUERITE GAIA

smile on Sue Mary's rips faded when she saw the expression in Natalies eyes when she met them at the door, in time to hear Veras answer.
 While Nick talked about a sum- mer political rally that the TYP group had scheduled for next month. Sue Mary thought again of Vera's amusement at Kitty. And of her calm statement thas she was in love and interested in only one man. Somehow Sue Mary had come to think of Vera as too completely ab- sorbed in her work to have time for love or feminine weaknesses.
 Anyone as attractive as she was must, of course, be sought after, made love to, wanted. She won- dered what would happen if young Ross Clark did suddenig become in terested in Vera. She could imagine the consternation in the office.
 She wondered, too, just what Natalie and Nick would think if Vera, the loyal party worker, so far forgot party standards to become interested in one of the young So- cialiteS; g. rich mans son; a man the society columns referred to as an eligible young bachelor.
 The way Natalie'S blue eyes had opened wide when she heard Vera's comment, and then the way cur tain had seemed to fall over them, aroused Sue Mary's curiosity. In the weeks that she had been with the crowd she had seen them only as intense crusaders. Bound together by common cause; casual in their relationships; free in their conver- sations; with lack of self-con- sciousness that at first startled her.
 She wondered why Nick hadn't fallen in love with one of the girls who worked in the group. She won- dered why he hadn't fallen in love with Natalie or Vera. They were both attractive, they spoke his lan- guage, obeyed his orders, worked until they were beaten and so tired they could hardly stand, and yet never lost the fire that made them leaders among the young people.
 And Nick had the ability to stir one. She knew that more each time she saw him. For hours he would be the executive; outlining plans for the rally; helping draw up posters and ads; suggesting people to call and articles to read; firing them with enthusiasm.
 And then, somehow, he and Sue Mary would be on their way alone, and he would be the lover and cru Sader in one. It frightened her, but back in the receSSeS of her mind fingered the memory Of loneliness a loneliness that Nick had dispelled by opening this new world to her.
 'You mustn't" she would insist. After all we're not in love. We just like the same things. I'm grateful to you for teaching me so much. For lifting me out of the dreary rut was in, and for showing me how selfish I was, how blind I was to the world and the needs of 1 others. But we aren't in love-"
 'But we are in love. At least I | am. Maybe I'm not like that Joe you talk about. Maybe when he makes love to you it's the kind you read about in magazines, with talk about little vine-covered cottage and how two can live as cheaply as | one. But not me.
 "We have the worIo before us. I ! won't be stopped. The world is l $ changing and I'm in the thick of | he fight. With you beside me our life can be beautiful.
 "You don't want to be tied to a man with no imagination; 8 factory worker. It's our fate to be together and to work for the good of these