Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1930-06-15

"Oh. no-please come too. You
know. she may not"
Judy came Chummy's voice
from inside the room. Where are
you? Why are you such a long
time? I'm cold"
Judy went to the half-open door,
reckoning to the men to follow her.
She saw Alan Steyne close his lips
tightly and square his shoulders.
Inside the room Chummy sat in
the chair by the small fire. III was
the only chair fit for anybody to
sit in. She had a pale-blue wooden
shawl around her shoulders, and II
set off her fair loneliness SO that
she looked ike an angel on an old
fashioned Christmas card.
Here is-Some one to see you,
Chummy, dear said Judy in a
choked voice.
Alan Steyne stood In front OF the
girl who had lost her wits for love
of him. He stood there. awkward
and Ill at ease, with deep concern
in his eyes.
Clarissa Morley smiled up blank
~ in his face. Then she blew her
nose.
After that there was a dreadful
pause.
Say something-speak 10 herr
commanded Judy in a tense whis-
per.
"Clarisssir said Alan Steyne.
"Clarissa. don't YOU know me?" ]
have come back"
Chummy smiled again. Her eyes
dwelt with complacent vacancy on
his face-the face that once was al
the world to her.
Handsome boyl" she said sweet
~. II like you. Very handsome boy!'
The three loked at each other.
What are We to do?" asked
Judy's purple eyes.
What are we to do?" asked Bas-
tien Dumont's black eyes.
What am I TO do?" asked Alar
Steyne's blue eyes.
There was nothing to do. Chum'
nv did not know her lover. To hei
~ was only a handsome boy-ont
| Of the many she met and talked Il
and smiled at every day. ChummN
loved men and boys; she always
said SO with her sweet complacency
There was silence. Alan Steynes
hard breathing could be heard.
Chummy went on smiling, and
blew her nos again.
He's a very handsome boy" she
SAID. And I like him, but / don
know him, Judy" She looked a
tft Young man and asked incon
~seuuently: rs II cold out? Won
W. come TO the fire and have sons
beef tea?'
Alan Steyne advanced. and Jud,
pointed to a broken-down baske
chair. into which he carefully low
cred himself.
yes. it is cold" he said. He hai
ore OF the incest voices Judy ha'
ever heard.
Il should love some beef tea. Blu
are you sure you don't remembe
he. Clarlssa? ! am Alan. Don
suu remember, at the Cafe Tur
every night? What fun those day
wtrel I was nearly starving-an'
o painted SO beautifully And W
usec to walk in Central Park. Sure
Il you must remember. Clarissa?"
Not a trace Of enlightenment cam
into Chummy's face.
Did YOU come to the cafe lon
aro?" she asked. II dare say.
krew such lots OF boys and men a
Ire cafe; but I don't know you.
like you. Tell me about yoursel
while Judy makes the beef tel
Judy, make the beef tea at oncel'
Judy went out OF the room I
fetch cups from a cupboard In nc
box OF an attic. She looked at Du
mont as she passed him. Her eye
SPOKE plainly:
He can't make love to her Will
we're there"
Dumont followed her. Chumm
ard her lover were alone.
They were an unconscionabl
time fetching the cups and the Bis
cults. When they came bach
Steyne had moved nearer to Chum
ny, and she was looking more lik
an angel than ever.
Il like this boy" she said. laugh
inr with a purring sound. We al
going to be great friends"
They drank beef tea and ate BIZ
cults. and smoked and laughed, an
nobody would have known thu
judy had not enough money Tn IN
purse to buy their food on the mo-
Tow. 1t was ten o'clock befol
Sttyne took his leave Dumol
vent with him. Chummy smile
radiantly at Alan. and asked him
come again. The other three fe
verv queer. as III they had sjel
II. hour in an unreal land. juc
dismissed the men with a Joke; b
The felt very flat and tame Is si
vent back to Chummy.
About ten minutes later Chumn
-aS in bed and asleep. with III
slaxen plaits lying like silvei
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