Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1930-07-01

60 often-aS often as Judy w0dld
like-and In the best seats" he
added, with his boyish laugh.
II was bitter comfort to be able
to do anything for Judy, even to
buy theater tickets.
He had not seen her since his
return from Maine, He both longed
for q sight Of ner and dreaded Il.
He hardly liked 70 admit TO himself
that she vas always present In his
thoughts.
Chummy went home after din
ner. Full OF an affectionate pur-
pose, she was eager TO provide q
tasty little supper for Judy when
she returned, as she would. about
nine o'clock. from a late dancing
lesson. Guarvenius had very err
ratio hours, and Judy had TO fit
her times in like a jig-saw puzzle"
On the way back they bought
some tasty morsels, such rs a slice
or two Of galantine and the Italian
sausage that Judy adored. They
also bought cakes and fruit and a
small bottle Of good red wine. At
least, Alan determined. with q kind
Of grim materialism al which he
laughed himself, Judy should have
a good supper that night.
AS IL a superior any meal, for
the matter OF that, or any bodily
comfort-could make any difference
to that little girls eager SpiritI
He left Chummy az her door and
walked back to Gramercy Park.
The girl tentatively asked him up,
but he made the excuse OF having
a couple of cases Of books to un-
pack. She did not press him. She
seemed 70 be all taken UP with her
supper getting. No doubt. also. she
recognized that they saw a great
deal Of each other every day; and
in the nature Of every woman Is
the guile which, however much she
may long for him. sends the man
OF her heart away from her at
times.
Steyne walked slowly home, de-
iected and sorely oppressed. he
summoned all his viii power to
think OF Clarissa Morley as his
wife. and TO vow 10 make her a
good and loyal husband; but he
knew. even as he summoned 1t, that
Il was not equal to the task.
He reachC ! his rooms, high up
in a building looking down on the
park. He occupied the attic, where
he had been constructing the kind
Of town dwelling that appealed )
him. 1t con--sted OF one very large
studio and three or four smaller
rooms, a miniature kitchen. a bath
room. and a level bit OF tiled roof
big enough TO stretch his less on,
with a fascinating view.
Ii was far from finished yet. The
studio was packed with easels and
painting gear. A carpenter had put
I'D shelves halfway across n Of
the end we: and here Steyne
proposed to busy himself tonight,
unDacking some books that he had
collected on his travels. and 9TH
ers that his benefactor had be-
queathed 10 him.
He had his own bedroom and the
kitchen comparatively in order. and
an old woman came In TO clean
every day.
He had Just changed his coat for
an old one. and was on the point
Of attacking ore OF the cases OF
books with hammer and ohisel.
when there was a ring at his outer
door. He went to open IL and found
Bastien Dumont outside.
rs Il too late. Steyne?" the
our artist asked rather timidly.
Il mean. are you busy?"
Steyne grabbed him BY the arm
Come in. Dumonti I'm only too
glad 70 see you. I call this friendly.
I've been hoping you'd look me up
ONE day. Fact Is. you fellows seem
10 fight shy Of me now"
"Oh. mol" exclaimed the other.
his lean. picturesque face alight
with pleasure at the warmth OF
Alan's welcome. you mustn't say
that. Steyne. One knows that
you're busy"
Look here. clear all those pa
pers on that chair and sit down.
will you?" Alan went on. I'm In
an unholv mess. I'll get you a
drink. What shall ii be-whisky
and soda?'
"No-vermouth, II you please"
laughed Dumont. II see a bottle
over there"
Steyne poured out two glasses,
and handed his guest one.
I'D like to have II out With you,
Dumont," he said. offering a Gig
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