The Waterbury Democrat., 1942-02-24

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Obviously. she wouldn't be able
70 understand Paris through bis
mother. Paris father Sumter
Mitchell what AN attractive boy
he had beenl A simple, fortnight
person. Anyway, he must have
given Paris good qualities - more
solid ones She had no doubt than
Paris had from her own blood
II might have been better If
Paris could have had less OF her
own foreign" ways, and more of
the Mitchell manner. She knew
that people commented on her
bearing and conduct and thought
her peculiar and alien. Well, she
had left q wide circle OF freedom
about him mental showroom,
just as She demanded, and had TO
have, for herself He had been
happier because Of that, she was
sure.
Later Anna laid her firm, shiny
hand under Madame's elbow, and
the two women went slowly up the
stairs.
Paris came TO his door, frown-
ing against the light Of the I'M
shaded lamp Anna carried. Ma
dame shook her head. You are up
late"
80 are you, both OF you"
"You are studying at this time
Of night?"
I'm up late every night,
Grandmere you know that"
Wei, well. But you must get
your sleep. Good night"
He kissed her on both cheeks.
GOOD night. Good night, Anna"
He sighed as he returned to his
room He was tired There was
so much to do every day Work
at Aberdeen was not easy, DR..
Tower demanded that he cover a
lot Of ground; and his music --- he
didn't want TO neglect practice.
Paris worked hard throughout
the winter. He felt that he had
moved completely into new
world. He did indeed look thin
and little pale by April
Or. Tower, who consistently
maintained an impersonal atti-
tude toward his pupil, noticed the
changes,
Better ease up on your work
a little, young man.
"Oh, I'm quite all right, sir"
you don't look it. Leave your
notebooks today and get out
somewhere. Why don't you walk?
Look up some Of your friends"
Paris looked straight into DR..
Towers eyes ror a moment. There
was barely perceptible softening
of the doctors hard, bright gaze.
what is it?" Then he added
jocularly: Have you no friends?"
Paris did not smile. mo, sir"
he said simply.
DR.. Tower flushed little, whether
with embarrassment or annoyance
at the turn Of the conversation,
Paris did not know.
DR. Tower looked out OF the
window. you get used TO It,"
Paris did not reply to this. DR..
Tower looked back after a mo-
ment and went on, almost angrily:
Anyway, there is nobody around
here for you. You seem to have
a mind - hope I'm not mistaken
about it; I'd hate to waste my
time"
/ used to have some pretty
good friends" There was a kind
of protest in his voice.
well you ought not to live
too much to yourself" DR.. Tower
spoke more gently. Go on out
today and look up somebody.
Knock around a little" He slapped
the notebooks on the table. Forget
this and your piano for a couple
Of days, cut classes, get some air"
"All right, sir, 1 will. Thank
you"
He walked down the drive that
skirted the Towers front yard.
Cassandra was on the porch. He
waved gaily TO her, and she lifted
her hand in an awkward, childish
response.
AS he came in sight OF the LiV-
ing5tone house he saw Drake COM
ing out of the drive. He had Molly,
a fat old mare belonging to Mrs.
Livingstone, hitched TO shiny new
buggy.
"Hey! Hey, Drakei"
Drake was about TO turn In the
other direction, when he heard
him. lie stopped. why you old
country stick-in- the-mud! Where
have you been all Of this time?
haven't seen you all winter.
Hop in"
where you going?"
Nowhere. Just trying the new
buggy. Say, how you been? What
all you been doing?"
Paris took deep breath. "Oh,
working hard"
why aren't you in school to-
day?"
mo classes today Or. Tower
sent me out said / needed - said
I needed TO see you"
Jaw, noWl"
almost. Said / better 90 out
and see some Of my friends"
Lets 20 to the country. How
about it?" Drake looked pleased
Paris settled back. The new
buggy had rubber tires and rolled
softly along the macadamized
street.
'HoWs Louise, Drake?"
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