The Waterbury Democrat., 1941-09-17
CHAPTER TX

sara Fuller and Philip Rogers had entered the drug store restau- rant and sat down in a booth near
 Judy's She took a tip from her pocketbook, left 1t by her glass and spoke to the two latecomers.
 "Hi, you two. Since when have you taken to the 35-cent lunch eonette? Last I heard of you,
 Phil, you liked the Goa Rouge and the Rainbow Grill. They do have good sandwiches. I've tasted them"
 Phil arose and motioned to a seat. "Sit down and join us. It's all impromptu. I had to come up- town, and Sara was the only one at the office left to take pity on me. She said she wouldn't go anywhere but here.'
 Judy shook her head. i've mountains of work making a bor- der around my desk. Can't wait a minute. Just don't form the drug store habit, Phil. Sara and I are addicts, but men hate it. It doesn't fill you up"
 Sara smiled brightly under the up-lift brim of the hat which matched the honey stripe in her frock.
 "Yesterday 1t was the Goa Rouge, Judy. But he came too late today. Why shouldn't we start a department on manners for men in our magazine?" Her voice was too smooth, her eyes too su- perior, too satisfied.
 Well talk about 1t later," Judy answered. T have to fly"
 For moment, hurrying across the street, she left pin point Of anger at Philip. Why had he Haunted Sara at her today? True, Sara owed her job to an aunt who had supplied most Of the capital for the magazine. The aunt was . board member. Maybe the board members would approve of Sara's story thievery = that was what 1t was. Maybe, she, Judy Allen. Vassar '37, could be asked to pack her books and cosmetics and start to drop around at agencies.
 It was odd to be disappointed in two men in one day. Maybe people were right who bound themselves to nothing, although they walked lonely way, q fear $ul way. Hearts weren't pin cush- Ions, But the moments interest in Phil died. It was of no conse- quence. Maybe s Sandy would fly back with better version of the rescue act.
 There was call waiting for her at the office. From the Municipal Airport in San Francisco" the re- ceptionist said, "I'll get the operator immediately"
 Judy's knees became limp and her hands trembled as she closed and locked the door Into her office, Shakily she tossed her hat onto her desk and picked up the tele- phone. Across mountains, through gorges and streams, Sandy was calling her. One could believe in rainbows and dreams, in faith that GA0 IlOt 4dAAI
 Ready with San Francisco" an operators voice asked quietly. "Is Miss Judy Allen there?"
 "Yes, oh, yes" Judy caroled. I'm waiting"
 Co ahead, please" the oper- ator concluded her part in the coast conversation.
 "Judy?" An, there was no voice 90 low. so heart-stirring: no voice that repeated Q name and opened | the gates to heaven SO instantly.
 Sandy darlingl Did you finish | your trip?" she asked, all hurt for brief, bright mos ment.
 Without another mishap, Judy sweetl The oils grand. But I l can't see you for few more days. I'm delayed" Three thousand miles his voice hesitated, spoke too carefully.
 "Yes, .Sandy?" Some of the glory was going, draining away, unseen and unheard.
 T have to fly back to the Cor dan lodge and pick up my plane | aS soon as 1t is ready. It will |