The Waterbury Democrat., 1945-08-11
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1 Who's there?"
 ''Me may come in7' She hadn't locked the door after all. She said, "Al right"
 Nancy came in and dropped down in the slipper chair beside the big bed.
 I'm not going to the Club" l" she announced.
 Emily turned over on her side. She said quietly:
 If you're not going because Frank and T."
 Don't be absured," said Nancy "We had a quarrel last night. I'm not stirring out. Dads getting up today thought he and mother Jim and I could play contract"
 Emily said after a long minute. That will be very nice.'
 "In the old home tradition" said Nancy lightly.
 You were rather silly, weren't you," asked Emily, ito spend most of last evening over in the apart ment?"
 Darling" said Nancy, caress- ingly, T love you, you're my only sister, and I think you're quite beautiful but must you moralize, as well as minister? There wasn't anything very reprehensible in it, was there?"
 "No," said Emily, there wasn't. I wasn't thinking of you
 That's interesting said Nancy alertly. of whom then? The neighbors?"
 T was thinking of Jim. He's a pretty fine person. He's very much attracted by you. Tiff you're not, Nancy, it would be decent to let him alone"
 How do you know I'm not2" Nancy asked. She rose and went to the door. Thanks" she said light ly, flor an instructive five min- utes."
 CLOSING the door she stood there N a moment, frowning. So that was it. Perhaps Emily had been in love with Jim before he came to Cranberry.
 But if Nancy were any judge, Jims interest in Emily was purely friendly.
 He'd caught Nancy, at the ga- rage door, as she was leaving for the house and kissed her. Kissed her hand and thoroughly, said, You'd better not do this again. Nancy" before he let her go. She had let him kiss her. She had let other men kiss her this summer, just to see if - But it was no use. They kissed her, they said the things they were expected to say and her heart cried Drew - and her lids closed and she imagined. But 1t wasn't Drew Warner, it was Dan Graham or Bill Spen- cer, or Jim Thompson. Never Drew.
 Never Frank Edgar, as a matter of fact.
 What if she had gone out after him, hammer and tongs well con- cealed? What else was there for her to do? It was expected of her, wasn't it, at least by her mother? And Elsie Edgar wouldn't mind, she'd like it in fact. As 8 youngster Nancy had been her pet, not Emily.
 Nancy and Frank had quarreled about Emily, last night at the beach party. She'd leased him little, not thinking, and he'd been short with her. What was it he'd said finally, there on the sand with the moonlight cold and re- mote on the water, the beach fire high making dark shadows on the wet hard sand.
 Leave her out of this, she's worth two of you and you know 1t. If I thought for a moment that she'd look at me"
 I love Emily, Nancy thought, astonished moving away from the door, and I hate her. At the mo- ment I hate her more than I love her.
 Silly mixup. Last night she had realized that Frank was in love with Emily - who wouldn't care, who'd turn him and the mills down, gently = but mean it. And this afternoon she became aware that Emily was in love with Jim.
 But Jim, at the drop of a hat, or hairpin, would be in love with me, Nancy thought.
 (To Be Continue !