New Britain herald., 1930-08-15

would companion him for many a day; but he controlled himself.
 T shall try to make you change your mind. shall live for that"
 You'll wasteO your time,' she said. You'd much better forget all about me. I'm sailing for Sweden next week. I shall be away all the rest of the summer. I'm planning to live abroad good deal"
 T shall follow you.'
 Well. I don't advise you to-"
 T shan't be able to help myself. Judy"
 Her name came groaningly from his lips. It was an appeal Even now he could not understand; but she made a little gesture of dis mssal and he had to go.
 She followed him to the door and watched him go along the corridor. His great bulk hung, forward; he shambled. bowed at the shoulders She thought he looked like a moun- tain about to tumble down. She was not quite sure that there was not a scrap of pity for him in her heart.
 She went back to the couch and sat down, her hands hanging spirit less beside her.
 She had been false to what she had meant to do. She had meant to marry Gideon-for Chummys sake She had meant to prove to Alan Steyne once and for all that she was worthless and ready to sell her self for gold. That would have done the trick, she knew. Steyne would have loathed and despised her. and would have turned to Chummy.
 But she couldn't bring herself to do it when it came to the point She was a Coward-that was the truth. Her triumph was failure, after all.
 With tremendous sigh sha Ment and tidied her hair, changed her hat, put ont light wrap, and went downstairs. asking the hall porter to call her cab. She was due at one Of the smaller concert halls at six o'clock. Gregor Gossteivitsch was coming there to a room that they had hired. He was, bringing friend to play over to her certain parts of the Suite Ecossaise" that he had composed for her.
 He had not been satisfied with the finale the last time, and she was to dance it in Stockholm at an early date, He could not play it himself, because of his broken wrist-which, however. was doing as well as could be expected.
 As she drove to the hall, her de- pression spread itself over the won- derful Scottish ballet music Of the young master, and she wished he had never written 1t for her. her closed lids she saw that gray green scene Of mountain and fir trees and crawling streams, with the pale sun Illuminating it.
 But for the ingratitude of if, she would have decided then and there not 10 give that. ddncA She felt all of a sudden that it would be un- lucky, that it would bring evil in it's train. By the time she reached her destination, she dreaded the Beautiful Suite Ecossaisc" as those given to superstition dread the evil eye.
 As it happened, the Suite Ecos- saisc" set the seal on Judy's ca 'cer. The northern countries went mad about it. There was something n that interpretation of hers, much elaborated, since she had first lanced it limproviste in Bruce Gideon's music room, that aroused ! species of nervous enthusiasm in Inc bcholders.
 Gossteiyitsch went 10 Stockholm with her. and to Copenhagen, and to Oslo, and 10 several other owns in the Scandinavian coun- res. He conducted his music. The wo were on terms Of the closest friendship. Judy warmed to the oianist's genius for life, as well as o his art. In many ways she found . kindred soul in him.
 Judy was very happy, as an artist must be when her work not only herself but delights the pub ic. She knew that she had never lone anything better than the Scot ish dance. She knew 1t because it . lurt her so much. Each time she .anced it 1t hurt her more, when she losed her eyes and thought of Alan's !. title house among the Maine hills; hat was always the moment that brought the house down.
 GossteivitsCh told her one morning hat he had heard from Gideon. He | rad been ill, and was at Ak les 3ains. !