New Britain herald., 1930-08-01

l. w hhl AIN JAIL l TIT ridiculous Bastien had been. It was 1 a perfectly genuine business propo- sition. He knew she a dancer. and she knew it, too. Guarvenius arrived. He was a small, dapper man, with q delicate. artistic face, slightly feminine and yet strong. He had gray hair. growing back in a shock . from his broad forehead, a small high abridged nose, deep-set, luIi- nous, gray eyes, and a really beauti- full mouth, spoiled by a set of dis colored teeth-accounted for, no doubt, by the never-absent cigarot.
 Judy was never at a loss with any man, and the two got on famously~ GuarvenIus spoke perfect English in a voice with a sad, sympathetic cadence.
 The lunch was served in a small, severe, dark -paneled room. It was very frugal. There were more flowers on the table than there was food Thre was only water to drink. It was d strictly hUsiness-like func- ton but for the flowers, and there were flowers everywhere. all over the great apartment-heavy scented flowers that, sent fumes up into Judys brain such as no wine could ever do.
 Now. Miss Judy. you must dance" said Gideon. when they had finished coffee. 'I will show you tho other room-they will have it ready. A friend is coming to play, What would you like him to play?"
 He led Judy into another great room. with three tall windows over looking q garden. IL was quite bare, with a polished floor, At one end was q raised platform with a full ?sized grand piano on it. Ther~ was no other furniture. The walls were pale yellow, hung with tapestries.
 Judy looked round her She felt suddenly as if she had never danc- ad in her life. r was a huddled lt- tle bundle of misery that looked up at Gideon
 oh" she brea-hnd. "Please leaIe he here for ' little while alone, C. tore anybody comes'
 
 Mn G5ad7n had gone out. ac. cading syr7ratheiaa,.v 10 her re- aues-. Judy stood by one of the tall windows Sha look her coat off. bUt kept her ha- on She looked out on the sarsn below. but she did not sca f. Somehow sho seemed 10 see a picture ot place among gray green mountains, which she felt sure 1 must be Alan S'ayne's little house in' Maine. There were fir trees and there was rushing water and 1t was all very bleak and wild. 4 pale sun was shining through mist. Looking back into 1he room. the yellow wash ed walls, hung with grayish-eraon tapestries, made her think of that sun.
 The door opened, and tall young man, q foreigner, came in. He bow cd very punc;iho0slr. H. was dark and thin and quiat-looking.
 T have come 10 play for you laadomo5selIe," he said in broken English. Is there anything you would uke-anv ballet suite you are especially fond of?"
 Judy shook her head helplessly Her voiee was panic-srrickeu.
 T don't know anything ahou. music. I know I'm going 10 be q faI- uca. l don't think I can dance, aftel all"
 "Oh. but. mademoisel,e, Of oourse you can dance" said the youne man You must not he nervous. N. Guaryen5us Is so kind. Perhaps you would rather l improyised? Some dancers prefer f. I can follow you better Will you tell me the theme shall jr be spanish, Egyptian. Greek. Russian. or
 Gould you do something Scotcho" Judy asked. trembling with Excitement. And then she laughed. because f sounded like whisky All gray and green, like this room"
 She swept her arm around She hardly knew herself.
 "Ah that is cold and bleak and dark" he exclaimed. T was playing . in Glasgow recently aad I went for 8 tour ln the Highlands. Wait,'
 He went 10 the piano and struck out tune, note by note. + was q Highland fling. After that be sug. gasted the skirl of the bagpipes in 4 few simple notes, and then broke into 3 lament.
 That will he lovely" said Judy all atrcmole. And could you put some water in. please 2'
 He nodded. His long thin hands, lowering moment over tho keys,