The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1942-02-26
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CHAPTER XIII

CHAPTER XIII
They spoke Of many things Of
his work, what they read, what they
thought about. The rain came
heavily and went away, leaving a
persistent, protestant dripping from
the caves. It was much later when
Paris said, Maybe I better go
now"
"wait q little" She kissed his
cheek.
81 love you, Cassie"
mo you don't, Paris. But that's
Ill right"
But I mean it."
Hush" Her hair fell against her
face. The strange, gusty intoxica-
ton Of her touch seemed utterly
unreal. 1t might all be a dream.
You love me, don't you. Cassie?"
II don't know, Paris" Her voice
squeaked slightly as it slipped from
sontrol. II don't know"
Cassie, you do-you do.
II said didn't know. I don't"
Listen now, Cassie"
"All right, WHAT"
"Someday I want you to marry
Ue."
She was quite silent and held so
till that he said it again.
"Oh, Paris, there isn't any an
wer for that-now."
But why?"
Because you don't really want
TO-"
Il mean it! How do you know
what I think? I've got to study
and be a doctor and it will be a
long time"
She smothered the rest of the SEN
tence with her hand.
Paris opened the door and shiv-
cred when the drenched night air
struck his flushed face. 1t seemed
cold, and he fastened his coat tight
about his throat He stood for a
moment before going out.
Listen, Cassie, I've got to see
you"
Maybe. Maybe I can think of
q way. But you'd better go now,
Paris, sure enough. 1t feels late"
He shivered again. ut feels
early"
Listen" The deep bell of the
town clock struck slowly four
times.
Goodness, Cassie, it's four
o'clockl It'll be daybreak before
can get home"
"What1l you do?"
I'm going over to Drake Nc
Hugh's. Then I'll say was with
him all night"
That's good idea
Good night, then. want to kiss
you again, though"
AL right. Maybe I love you - I
don't know"
The thinning clouds were turning
pink overhead when he knocked at
the side door of the Livingstone
house.
Say! Who's out there?" Paris
thought Drake sounded just a little
frightened.
TITS me, Drake. Paris"
Drake flung the door open, blink
ing and incredulous. "What are you
doing around here this time OF
night?"
1--WE been somewhere, and-and
It's too late for me to go home"
Drake shook the hair out of his
eyes. Been somewhere" he asked,
stupidity.
"At DR.. Towers"
This late?" Drake was incred-
1lous.
Hes in st. Louis. / went by for
ny books. Cassie and I started
talking" he broke off. shes
beautiful, Drake
Don't / know it,
Il guess I'm in love with her"
Maybe SO, but you'd still better
lake off that wet coat. And if DR..
Tower finds out you've fallen for
her, even pneumonia won't save
you.'
Paris shivered. 81 think I've got
chill"
Come on and get into bed"
Paris laughed little. What
wonderful friend Drake McHugh
was! He understood you SO we'll
He thought of Cassie An image
Of her floated into his waning con-
seriousness and her presence in his
mind flooded his nerves with a faint
excitement. He sank deeper and
deeper into a sleepy warmth; looked
like child as the flush of sleep
mounted IN his cheeks.
Spring In Kings Row was never
more than a brief prelude to sum
mer. The leaves unfolded and there
was a week or two of balmy warmth,
then a sudden onslaught of blister
ing heat. The idlers who hung
about stoves in the back quarters
Of stores came out and took their
accustomed places on the court
house lawn. Down at the southwest |
corner nearest to McKeoWn's saloon !
a Shirt-sleeVed group gathered
shortly after the morning mail came
In.
On the west porch of the court |
house was another group. County |
officials, lawyers with nearby Of |
fees and hangers-on Of the towns /
administration. This was the up |
per order. They were witness, Jury. |
and Judge of any happenings in the |
town or county. Any event at all |
was reported, considered in the light |