The Waterbury Democrat., 1941-03-11

whom Clarence was likely to be engaged would have automatically supplied the same things. Because, otherwise Clarence wouldn't be engaged to marry her. Beatrice understood that. It didn't matter.
 Two months ago, Beatrice had first laid eyes on Clarence. He was so different from the men she'd al- ways knownl He had manners, for one thing. He kissed her hand. He bowed from the waist. He had an accent-slight, and husky, and Con- tinental. Also, Clarence was real ist. He did not, as the sons of grandfather's business associates take for granted the fact that money was an evil-that one must be apologetic about mentioning 1t, about spending 1t.
 Nor did Clarence resemble those other men she knew the ones who were poor but proud and worked very hard at blueprints so they might eventually build bridges; or grubbed along in some dingy office, so that some day they'd be third vice president. No. Clarence said, with engaging frivolity, "A million dollars, these is not saved out of pittance, eh? What I could earn, 1t would be pathetic. Me, prefer visiting. My hostesses have invariably been so lovely. How was 1t, I did not see you in Hawaiip"
 The Frothinghams had just re- turned from Hawaii, where Clar- ence had been their house guest Beatrice knew that Clarence was supposed to be the property of Mimi Frothingham. So she said, T wasn't there. but I'm here now"
 And his black eyes looked down into hers while they danced. Mimi Buckingham drowned, from the side lines. And two hours later, Mimi Buckingham was searching for Clearence in a fury. But Bea- trice and Clarence were in a silver airliner. Flying to Havana. To see horse race To play roulette. To become engaged to be married.
 The magnificent emerald in Bea- trices jewel case was Clarence'S, actually. ITO sell it--how foolish!" he explained A family heirloom we are of the Pazzi, you under stand-the stone has history, a lineage. But for betrothal ring what an investment!"
 Learning of her engagement, MT. | Curtis Weeming had done every- thing but weep. He went all the way to Florida when she returned from Havana, to falter, This isn't wise, Miss Davenport" He was man who always grimly did his duty. Your grandfather always made it perfectly clear what sort of man he expected you to marry. He warned me to be firm on that point! He wanted you to marry a business man. A man who could 1 conserve, even increase, the Hunt ington estate"
 But, it's the Davenport estate now. Besides he should have put that in his will"
 Your grandfather always said positively you had enough of his blood to be practical!" walled MT. when I remember how he used to Weeming. "Oh. Miss Davenport, say, She's got my chin! She's no weakling, that girl. No pretty boys going to flim-flam her - she won't go marrying any counts oi dukes and figure in any divorce suits"
 His voice broke. Michael Hunt ington had not only been his best I friend, but his idol. as well. "You must realize, Beatrice, that you need a husband who will be able to take over the reins of manage her beseechingly. After he was ment after CT -" He looked at gone
 But Beatrice said. "Poohl You'll be here. featuring on thrift to my grandchildren. you old fakei"