The Waterbury Democrat., 1941-06-05

CHAPTER W
 Tt was nobody in the world" AY- Rela announced triumphantly, but your beautiful, goIden-haired Ste- plaan."
 Tne cold cream jar slipped from Oeborah's fingers and shattered against the leg of chair.
 Tn . moment, however, she was able to say with an almost con- viricing laugh, "Not really? I'll never doubt again that you have seCond-sight, Angie. Well, did sfe get ayrestedT
 T don't know. The news flash didn't last that long"
 Angle spoke with heartfelt re- gret.
 Then as she looked from the gobs of cold cream that spattered the floor to Deborah, her face suddenly puclEered like that of 6 child who knows that he has been naughty, and her voice went flat.
 T - just thought you ought to know" she blurted. T mean -- oh Deb, I'm so sorryi"
 For what? After all, the good | old Stars and Stripes still wave, don't they7 And now, if you don't mind finishing the broadcast from your own bed, darling, l think I'll turn in."
 But after the lights were out Deborah did not sleep. Instead, she 9asg SfUtA fnif,AwyiSAny xs,tft1 xnyidn ny0e the yippling pattern cast upon the ceiling by the headlights Of passing cars.
 Angle" she said suddenly into the darkness, i've been trying to remember what was that jingle the Portuguese fishermen on the Cape used to sing about the fog?' When Angela only murmered ifl drowsy protest, she insisted, "But Of course you remember. Sofne- thing about the fog--always claim. ing it's own, wasn't it?"
 "Oh-that2" Angie yawncd. Just some superstitious nonsense. Let's see-translated very freely, 1t goes something like this:
 I'll fated is that which comes out of the fog, for'--just a moment --'fog always in the end, 1t must return whence 1t came. And neveg--' there's some more, but can't recall 1t at the moment"
 T wonder what 1t means -- fl anything"
 "If anything Is right. For Heavens sake, 60 to sleepl"
 But then, all Of Q sudden, Angie was wide awake, too.
 What made you ask that, Deb- by7" she demanded.
 "Oh why, just something I'd been reading, suppose Deborah, impFOvised lamely.
 Next day was the last meeting oi the Shakespeare seminar. And next day, Stephan did not come to class at all. He had not made any engagement with her for that eve- ming. All the next day, while Deborah was packing to go home, she listened for the telephone, thinking that he would call at least to say, "Goodby!" But he did not.
 Not that 1t mattered, she kept telling herself. Except that all along, knowing Stephan had been like reading Q fascinating tale which led you on and oil without really telling you much, but which you followed eagerly from chapter to chapter because Of its implied promise of exciting revelations to come. Well, now the story had simply stopped-without even a "Tc Be continued"
 There just wasn't going to be any next chapter. Like some strange unknown craft. Stephan had ap- peared briefly out of the fog; and back into the fog he had vanished That Stephan was German, she had always taken for granted, al- though he had never said 70 in SC many words. But that he could pos- slbly be ali those other things that Angie believed of him had been-- just funny--until that evening when Angle had come home from the theater with her monstrous story .. From any one but Angle, the story would have been incredible; but whatever might be Angles fauits-curiosity, impertinence, even sometimes malicious mischief-she would not lie.
 Now, Deborah remembered all etephan's strange little reticences the delft way he had changed the subject when she had tried to get him to talk about himself. And she remembered that other nlaT-older, harder, even a little ruthless whom she had some- times giimpsed beneath the light hearted boy Stephan usually seemed
 
 The next morning Deborah and Angela started back to Cape Cod in the little car they had driven to California.
 The old Lovett home sat just across the street from the water front. The opposite lot, running down to the shore, had been kept