The Waterbury Democrat., 1943-08-13
LAB GIRL By Rene Ryerson Mort .s. soeyssar: ysH1:: 's:..ss.
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1 wanted to see how much money I'd spend on them so they could tell her friends about it the next day. Now you're different. You haven't asked me to take you to dinner at the Manor House .. you were satisfied with steak sandwich on tray"
 Barbee barely suppressed 8 laugh.
 But Ken was too serious to no- tice her concealed merriment. He went on talking in dead earnest. After all, man wants to be liked for himself. When you're going with a girl you never know when you're going to fall in love
 Barbee cut in, But an intelli- gent person doesn't fall in love like that. mean, one picks out a person who is ones equal in every way, in breeding, in educa- tion, person with more or less the same background, before one even allows oneself to think about falling in love.
 Ken's eyes began to glow. Does one? Maybe I'm not intelligent then"
 She spoke slowly, almost re- luctantly: You see, Ken, maybe the reason I didn't ask you to take me to the Manor House is because dine there quite often. It wouldn't have been any fun. And when one has money one doesn't think about having some one spend 1t on one.'
 You mean you have money, that's why it isn't important to you?"
 She nodded. There was no use in Ken's getting ideas about her. In some ways he was a strange young man. He didn't seem so very impressed by what she told him. In fact, he kissed her on the way home as casually as he had that first night.
 She hoped Ken was put in his place. There was no use in him getting ideas about her. In some ways he was a strange young man.
 
 Strangely enough Barbee didn't see the real danger signals until the night Charles Mowry phoned and asked her to go to lecture with him at University hall. A famous war correspondent was to talk. Barbee usually enjoyed that sort of thing. She accepted with alacrity. It was with surprise that she found herself getting bored and restless as the man talked, and glad when the lecture was finally over.
 It was lovely warm night with a moon. Charles was going to hail a taxi, but Barbee impulsiyely took his arm and said. Let's walk" Charles liked the idea, too. They walked slowly, talking of his affairs at the university, about Ned, about her work, about what he would do when he graduated.
 Charles walked her to the door and fingered for a few minutes to finish his talk. Barbee hardly heard what he was saying. She was suddenly conscious of an overbearing curiosity. Would he kiss her? He never had, although she was certain he was in love with her. But tonight with that moon overhead and the scent of summer roses heavy in the air?
 He didn't. He bid her good night. held her hand for a brief moment and was gone. She felt frustrated and angry with him and with herself. He wasn't the kind who would kiss a girl-a nice girl, that is until they were en- gagged. Charles was a gentleman.
 She was too restless to try to sleep. She tried to read, gave 1t up. and turned on the radio. When a dance band came on she began to dance softly by herself there in the long living room dimly lit by the reading lamp. Closing her eyes she could imagine she was in Ken Carter's arms swaying and floating to the soft cadence of the music. Suddenly she stopped and stared bleakly in front of her.
 Could 1t be :? It couldn't