Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1930-06-19

could not possibly have come out
Of that slender store.
She taxed Clara with Ii on the
day after Chummy finally turned
the corner and began to struggle
back to life.
Clara, you're spending your own
money on u.s. But no. you haven't
got any. I'm sure. Clara. where are
you getting money from?" "A sus-
picion made Judy flush and frown.
rs it Mr.. Steyne?" she cried ex-
citedly. You're not taking money
from him. Clara. are you?"
Clara confessed that she was.
Il thought II was all right" she
said. with her quaint, blunt face
screwed up into an expression OF
contrite surprise. He said he was
an old friend"
Where have you seen him" ask
ed Judv's accusing voice.
Why. he came to inquire-twice.
I don't know where you were-oh
yesterday you were out for a walk
with Bastienl He was awfully anx-
iouS about Chummy, and / didn't
like to refuse"
How much, Clara?"
Twenty-Five he gave me yester-
day"
You mustn't take any more.
Promisel Ill get some money. OF
course. Chummy must have every
thing"
~Oh. how splendid that shes get
ting betterl' cried Clara.
She proceeded to execute a weird,
shuffling dance that would have
brought down the house II she had
performed II on a stage. Judy
laughed till the tears rolled down
her cheeks.
All that morning her thoughts
were busy with Alan Steyne as she
posed for Max Dickbread's Spanish
dancer In her vivid yellow-and-
black dress. with immense scarlet
peoples under the lace mantilla
that covered her flaming hair. She
had not seen Alan since that night
OF course, when Chummy was vel
again, she would have 10. He must
come to see Chummy. He had said
he was fond of her. He must be
Everybody was. Those brief mo-
ments az the foot Of the staircase
had been madness. No doubt hi
regretted them bitterly.
Judy was an incredible optimist
but she had at the same time nc
high opinion of men. She had seer
too much of them.
The dinner, the lights, the wine
the music-and those laughing eyes
Was Alan Steyne really in love with
her? She did not believe it for {
minute Was she in love with him.
She pulled a little shutter dowr
over her thoughts, and would no
answer that question at all.
IN the early afternoon she wen
to Vincent Stornaway's house. The
artist had written to her, asking
II she would sit for the head anc
shoulders Of Queen Elizabeth as 9
young girl. He had for the moment
abandoned portrait painting. and
was engaged on a large historical
panel for a new apartment build
ms.
1udy could not afford 10 turr
down any offer OF work, particu-
larly at this moment; and she
could not help feeling a little flat.
tered Stornaway had never asked
her 10 sit for him before. In hi
letter he referred TO her hair and
her eyebrows as suggesting TO hin
the coloring and lineamentS Of the
young princess. The interview thai
resulted raj satisfactory. and il
was arranged that she should gc
10 him when Max Dickbread could
spare her.
Stornaway proved restful after
her tyrannical genius. He talked
70 her kindly. and gave her tea. AZ
sire left his house-a large. low
many-windowed building OF rec
BRICK, which suggested the country
she fed her eyes on the snow.
drops that spread a field OF gleam-
ing whiteness over the lawns or
either side Of the path. The ground!
we're inclosed by a high wall tha'
had q gate set IN II. and as she
opened the gate a man met her.
She recognized him with an In
ward grin. She did not know why
but even the thought OF him made
her laugh. II was Bruce Gideon
white and heavy-jawed. with pal'
eyes. black hair. and peeyish mouth
Chummy's description of him a.
Punch came back 10 her. He wore
correct afternoon dress, which
made him look old-fashioned. a
shining top hat was on his big head
At sight of Judy his lips opened
In a smile which chased the peev'
ISL look from his face. but brought
out its c~0arseness.
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