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P V Mrs. Harry Pusrh Smith
CHAPTER I
"It was the smoothest Formal
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really was," insisted Norma Poole.
"Par be it from me to doubt it,"
murmured Janet.
"Did I tell you about the fav
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Janet nodded. "Yes, you told
me."
She might have added that she
. heard the sorority dance discussed
—until she was weary of the sub
ject, but Norma meant to be kind
and after all it was not her fault
that Janet Phillips had not been
able to go away to an exclusive
finishing school along with the
other girls in Tier crowd.
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"Want to dance, Norma?"
asked Dicky Allen, "or are you
afraid?"
Norma was wearing Ted
Hughes' frat pin, and she adored
being teased about it. "Certainly
not!" she cried, displaying all her
dimples. "Ted and I are terribly
broadminded."
Norma's departure left Janet
conspicuously stranded on a large
pink damask sofa. At the tea ta
ble Priscilla Leigh was expatiating
on the plans for hei* debut party
in the fall.
"All aione, janet " asked Ted
Hughes, dropping down beside
her.
"Yes, said Janet with a little
grimace.
I was sorry you couldn't come
to the June prom," he said.
"You're the only girl in the crowd
who didn't show up. We missed
you."
"I missed being there."
"Gordon was lost without you."
Janet carefully made her face
expressionless. "Was he?" she
asked.
She did not glance toward Gor
don Key who was dancing with
Priscilla Leigh.
Until nine months before it had
not mattered that Janet Phillips
did not have a car of her own and
a well-to-do father and a large
house in which to entertain her
friends. Nor until recently had it
made any social difference be
cause her motner worked in a de
partment store. Before her mar
riage Anne Phillips had been a
Radcliffe. The Radcliffes were
one of the town's old aristocratic
families. Janet's grandfather
had been governor of the state at
one time. When it had become
necessary at her husband's death
for Mrs. Phillips to go out and
make a living for her three chil
dren, her friends applauded her
courage.
Bay City was a conservative
southern town of twenty thous
and inhabitants. Everyone of any
social pretensions lived on the
right side of the town branch
and went first to the old frame
school on Lucas Avenue and later
to the new brick High at Dawes
and State.
As a matter of course Janet
grew up right along with the
daughters of her mother's old
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friends. She had not realized a
break was inevitable when she
and her girl friends graduated
from high school.
The boys in the crowd had been
going off to colleges and universi
ties for several years,,, but the
group remained intact until the
girls themselves departed for fin
ishing schools the preceding Sep
tember. Janet had counted the
days until their return for the
summer. Yet it was now only
the third week in June and she
had definitely discovered that she
no longer belonged.
It was no one's fault. Nobody
again with the notable exception
of Priscilla, wanted Janet to feel
left out. Her path had diverged
too sharply from the others. She
was studying interior decorating
in the Normal at home. When
she finished her course she was
going to work, and she seemed no
longer to have a lot in common
with her freinds.
"I'm for another slice of cake,"
said Ted when the radio paused
for station indentification.
He led the way to the tea table
toward which Gordon was moving
with Priscilla. Janet's cheeks
burned.
"Hullo, Janet," he murmured.
"How are you?"
"I was never better," said Janet
with her most brilliant smile.
Priscilla laughed unpleasantly.
"Excuse it, darling, if I seem to
have monopolized your boy
friend this afternoon."
"I don't mind," said Janet.
The irritating point was that
when she said things like that,
nobody believed her. The crowd
was convinced that Gordon was
breaking Janet's heart.
"Run on and dance with Janet,
Gordon," said Priscilla. "Didn't
you always use to say she could
dance rings around the rest of
us?"
Janet had had a surfeit of that
sort of inuendo since her friends
came home. Someone was forev
er pairing her off with Gordon
because that was how it used to
be. She and Gordon had never
been formaly engaged, but for
several years it had been under
stood in the crowd that she was
exclusively Gordon's girl.
"Sorry," said Janet, and to save
her life she could not keep the
acid out of her voice, "I don't be
lieve I care to dance just now."
Priscilla gave a trill of mali
cious laughter. "Don't tell me
love's young dream has curdled!"
Gordon looked miserable and
guilty and confused. "I didn't
realize I was neglecting you, Jan
et," he stammered.
"It's quite all right," said Jan
et stiffly. "It may seem incredi
ble, but there are compensations
for being neglected."
Priscilla giggled. "That sounds
like the well-known sour grapes,
darling."
Janet could see herself in the
mirror above the gate, a tall,
slender black-haired girl in a
crisp blue linen dress with a white
leather belt and glass buttons
down the front.
"My teeth are on edge," she
told Priscilla, "but believe it or
not, it has nothing to do with
sour grapes."
Priscilla shrugged her should
ers in a cynical manner and Gor
don looked more conscience
stricken than ever.
"I guess you'll carry off the
swimming cup as usual tomorrow,
Janet," he said.
Janet shook her head. "You for
get I have classes in the morn
ing." i
"But it's the club opening."
"Country clubs may come and
go," said Janet lightly, "but sum
mer school is something you don't
cut even once, or you're dropped."
"Whatever , made you enroll?"
protested Priscilla. "It's dumb
enough to go to a poky local col
lege when everybody's away and
there's nothing else to do."
Janet shrugged her shoulders.
"The Normal has no social stand
ing, Priscilla. You probably can't
comprehend it, but people go
there because they want to learn.
It fits you for a paying job," Jan
et pointed out. "At least when I
get my diploma in August I'm
promised a place at Tracy's."
There was another awkward
pause. "You're going into the
store?" faltered Ted in a second
feeble effort to retrieve the con
versation.
"The store where your mother
works?" Priscilla added with dis
agreeable emphasis.
"Yes," said Janet, her lips
tightening.
Gordon Key was his widowed
mother's adored and only child.
They were impoverished gentle
folk. By the exercise of every
economy and subterfuge Dora
Key managed, however, to keep
up a front.
"I'm afraid your mother thinks
I'm committing social suicide,"
Janet said to Gordon with a
laugh that was like a gauntlet
flung down between them.
He flushed. "The matter has
certain bred-in-the-bone preju
dices."
Priscilla laughed. "You sound
as if you inherited them."
"I don't believe any woman can
buck the world without coarsen
ing herself," he admitted dogged
ly.
He's quoting his mother,
thought Janet.
It was then she became aware
of the man standing in the door
way. she did not know how long
he had been there, or how much
he had overheard. He had a lean,
controlled face and eyes which
were not easily read. His heavy
black eyebrows nearly met above
his nose, which was a little hook
ed as If It had been broken. His
skin was swarthy and he was tall
and unusually broad across the
shoulders, but his waist and hips
were narrow. He had a small
white scar at the side of his
mouth, and was dark enough to
be an Italian, but his eyes were
Irish blue.
"You asked me to look you up
if I came down this way," he
said to Priscilla.
"Tony Ryan!" Priscilla gave a
little squeal of delight and ran
across the room. She * took both
his hands in hers and drew him
over the treshold.
"It's Tony Ryan, everybody!"
exclaimed Priscilla as if she ex
pected the news to overcome
them.
"What are we expected to do?"
Janet asked Ted. "Pall down and
roll over, or kiss his hand?"
Ted did not answer. He and
the others were crowding in a
body about the great Tony Ryan
who at eighteen had been light
weight champion of America, and
a ttwenty-two had realized that
the big money in the sporting
world is in the promotion end,
and who at twenty-seven was
said to be ready to retire with
something over a half million dol
lars.
"You said if you ever came off
down here, you'd look me up,"
cried Priscilla deliriously, "but I
simply didn't believe you'd come.
I mean I couldn't imagine that
anything so perfectly gorgeous
might happen."
"Why shouldn't I drop into Bay
City and look the old town over?"
he demanded lazily.
"After all," he went on softly,
"my mother used to take in
washing for all the best families
in Bay City. When I delivered
clothes at back doors I promised
myself I wouldn't be poor white
trash from the wrong side of the
branch forever," he said. "Funny,
isn't it? As a ragged little tyke in
Shanty Town I made up my
mind that some day I'd walk in
at the front door of a house like
this and be treated as visiting
royalty."
The corners of his wide mouth
curled, the mockery in his Irish
eyes deepened. As if he were
sneering at them, thought Janet.
"Darling, cried Priscilla, giving
him a languishing glance, "it's too
romantic, from rags to riches
practically overnight!"
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Janet turned away abruptly. A
great many things she had been
taught to believe apparently were
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instance, how decisive money is
in the adult world. For lack of it
she was being penalized, but a
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"Going so soon, Janet?" asked
Priscilla carelessly.
"Yes," said Janet. "I'm using
Jim's car and I must pick him up.
He's over at the club subbing for
Jock-McCall, you know."
She was surprised when she
reached the battered flivver
which her brother Jim had
bought of a used car dealer, to
find that Gordon had followed
her outside.
"I'm awfully sorry," he stam
mered
"I told you it's quite all right,"
said Janet. "I wouldn't have em
barrassed you by coming over
this afternoon if I had known
you had a tea engagement with
Priscilla. I didn't mean to come,
only I met Norma and she said
the whole crowd was here. She
wouldn't let me off."
Gordon was perspiring. "It's
not that," he said. "It's tonight."
"Tonight?"
"Mother didn't know I was
taking you to the dance. She
couldn't have known, or she
wouldn't have accepted Priscilla's
dinner bid."
Janet sat very still for a mo
ment. "You mean you have to
take Priscilla to the dance?"
"I'll ask Jim to bring you,
Janet."
"Please don't," she requested
sharply.
"Yes?" murmured Janet and
drove away.
That same afternoon Jim Phil
lips looked up from the tourna
ment schedule he was making
out for the next day to discover
Ruth Hetchcote smiling at him
from the doorway of the caddy
room at the Country Club.
"I haven't a partner, Jim. It
looks as if you'll have to go
around with me," she said rue
fully.
Jim> laughed. "I can't think of
any way I'd rather spend a balmy
June afternoon than golfing with
a Hatchcote."
Ruth smiled. "But then you've
always been right partial to Dad
and me."
(To be continued)
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