The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1942-02-27
SERIAL STORY
MIXED EMOTIONS
CHAPTER XIV


Dr.. Tower smiled again. What
are your plans for-later. Paris?
After Vienna?"
I want to be q doctor out at
the asylum"
Herein Kings Row."
yes, SIR"
What put that idea into your
qead?"
Tom Carr"
who is hep"
"A man who works on our
place"
Indeed. You seem TO have a
number Of influences"
Paris flushed again. He felt his
cheeks grow hotter as DR.. Towers
sarcastic tone took full effect. He
spoke up with an almost defiant
loyalty. Tom Carr is very I'M
usual man."
Il have no doubt Suppose you
tell me about him."
Paris related the story Of Lucy
Carr and her death, and explained
the way he had felt, even at the
outset Of his acquaintance with
her, that there should be some
way to seize her fitting mind and
hold 1t still. DR.. Tower listened
without word of comment.
And there's another thing, too
somebody else"
Paris told DR.. Tower of Benny
Singer and OF old Tom Carr's
theories about curing him, or at
least helping him. He finished, a
little disconnected by DR.. Towers
silence. The doctor pushed the
( papers aside.
Il owe you some kind Of an
apology"
What for?"
well, If you don't konw, all
right. I apologize Just the same
You ought to be fine doctor
There's just one thing I feel a
little dubious about"
Paris waited.
IT'S your idea of coming back
here to Kings Row."
We'll. Tom Carr was the first
one to suggest 1t, and then l kind
Of mentioned 1t my my grand
mother, and she spoke right away
to Colonel Sketfington, and he
spoke to DR.. Nolan out at the
asylum"
DR.. Tower laughed once more
Il dare say, I dare say. Well, you
seem to have friends paving the
way for you. It's just"
Just what, sir?"
ri, 70 -
from home Ever hear that?'
mo, SIR"
It's good saying. There's a
curious rivalry between the old
and the young. It's everywhere,
but it's keener, and it's mere ruth
less and more cruel in the home
nest, SO to speak
IL guess i don't understand
that very we'll"
He had seen Cassandra several
times this year whenever
she could slip away" as she said.
He had never felt any unease of
conscience about 1t. Those meet
ings with Cassandra were in
world apart. Once DR.. Tower had
used the phrase, I'VE live in null
tiple worlds many of which are
solitary and strange to all others"
and he had found himself making
immediate application of the fig
ure to himself and Cassandra. AS
Drake would have said, and did,
in fact, say several times, 1t was
their own business.
Just now he was less certain
about that.
Cassandra! He could not pre-
cisely say to himself how he felt
about her. He had always been
auie clear about his feelings for
other people. His likes and dis
likes, his attractions and gravita-
tons, fell into easily recognizable
categories. He knew exactly how
he felt about Renee still. He
knew how he felt about Drake,
and almost anyone he knew well.
But, Cassie. That was different
relationship. She made him I'M
comfortable sometimes, and some
times she almost terrified him. She
was so wild, so violent, $3.50
furious. He understood now what
she had said that first night in this
very study. She had been right.
He was not in love with her-not
exactly. He didn't know what to
call 1t. 1t was a fascination OF
some kind that came back again
and again with unflagging force.
Just now he was once more
aware of the disastrous conse-
quences that might follow If DR..
Tower SO much as suspected any
thing. There was a quality of
threat about the man that was not
comfortable to contemplate.
Paris hurried toward home. He
was nearly at the end OF Federal
street when Drake overlook him.
Drake had gotten rid Of old Molly,
and the new chestnut horse was
smart-looking and high-spirited.
Hop in III drive you home.
! got something Tor you"
oh" Paris exclamation was
dull and disinterested.
us that the way you receive a
note from your sweetheart"
Lets see the note"
Drake gave 1t to him. I'm my
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