Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1924-11-14

"YOu are the prettlest thing tonight 1
ever saw!"
Marcia shook her head, her eyes
filed with frank wonder.
Don't fib, Judith, DEAR" she an
swered. And, for Marcia, she was
very grave II know you have a glass
In your room. You wonderful, Won
derful JUDITH"
Their voices were indistinct to Bud
Lee Now at the moment when she
was so rich in the splendor of her own
sweet femininity he filed his heart
with her. Judith had come in the only
way Judith could come, surrendering
herself utterly to the hour.
She turned to him, no surprise at
his own costume in her happy eyes,
and gave him her cool hand A swift
tremor ran through him at the contact,
tremor which was like that Of the
night In the cabin, which he could not
conceal, which Judith must notice.
She said something, but he let the
words go, holding only the vibrant
music of the voice.
She had stirred him, and now he did
not seek a theory for buckler; the
sight Of her, the brushing of her fing-
ers against his, made riotous tumult
in his blood.
The first strains Of waltz Joined
the lure of Judiths warm loveliness,
whispering, counseling, commanding: {:
stake her" Marcia gasped and
stepped back, startled by the look she
saw in the eyes of this man who, hav-
ing spoken no word since Judith came,
put out his arms and took her into
them. Judith flashed at him a look
of quick wonder. His face was almost
stern; no hint of smile had come
into his eyes. He merely caught her
to him as though she were his, and
swung her out into the whirl OF
dancers.
"You are rather - abrupt, aren't
your said Judith coolly.
Am II" he asked gravely. II don't
know. 1t seems to me that / have
been lettering, just lettering while"
He didn't attempt to finish. He held
Judith In his arms while for him the
room was emptied of its gay throng.
the music no longer pulsed; Its beat
was in the rhythm Of their bodies,
swaying as one.
/ The dance over, she was lost to him
in the crowd Of men who came eagerly
to her. His eyes followed her wher-
ever she went. A slow anger kindled
In his heart that she should let other
men talk with her, that she should
suffer another man to take her In his
arms.
A number Of country dances fol-
lowed. He stood by the door waiting
a little before he went again to Ju-
dith. He saw Marcia across the room
beckoning to him with her fan. There
was nothing to do but to 60 to her.
He frowned but went, still watching
for Judith. Marcia wanted him to
meet some Of her friends. He shook
hands with Hampton, was introduced
to Rogers. Marcia explained that Mr..
Lee was the gentleman who achieved
perfect wonders in the education of
his horses. She turned to introduce
Farris, the artist. But Farris broke
into Marcia's words with a sudden ex-
clamation.
Dave Leel" he cried. as if he
could not believe his eyes. "You
Herei"
Hello, Dick" Lee answered quietly.
Eyes, I'm here. / didn't know that
you were the artist Hampton had
brought UP with him."
Farris' hand went out swiftly to be
gripped in Lees. Marcia, mystified,
looked from one to the other.
"You two know each other2 Why,
isn't that"
She didn't know just what it was,
so stopped, looking frankly as though
she'd like to have one Of them finish
her sentence for her.
But" muttered Farris, II thought
that you"
"Never mind, Dick" said Lee quick
.ly. And to Marcia's mystif1ed express
sion: you'll pardon US moment,
Miss Langworthyf l want to talk a
little with Mr.. Farris."
His hand on the artists elbow, Bud
Lee forced him gently away. The two
disappeared into the little room off
the library where Jose was placing a
great bowl Of punch on the table.
"Que hay, Bud" grinned Jose.
"Your OIL nose smell the booze d-n
Queek, nor"
He set down his bowl and went out.
Farris stared wonderingly at Lee.
"Bud, Is it2" he grunted. Breaker
of horses, hired man at dollar a
day"
"Ninety dollars a month, Dick" Lee
corrected him, with short laugh.
"Give a fellow his true worth, old
timer"
Farris frowned.
"What devils game is thisf" he de-
manded sharply. isn't 1t enough that
you should drop out Of the world with
never a word, but that you must show
up now breaking horses and letting
such chaps as Mrs. Simpsons Black
Spanish chum with you? Not cursed
word in fve years, and I've lain awake
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