New Britain herald., 1930-08-13

He stood still, hat in hand, bow ing with formal deference.
 Through Judy's mind there flashed the idea that it would be great satisfaction to cut him dead; but almost instantly another thought came to her, just as defi- nite. In some way she had so to order her life that Alan Steyne must know that she could never have any part in his. How to do this better than by resumng her friendship with Mr Punch? It would get to Alan's ears, however far off he was - she was sure of that He would despise her. He would think that what had been said about her Was true. Well, all the better. That was what she wanted.
 Then, on the top Of this thought, came still another. The purpose that had been lying dormant stirred again that curious plan born out of the vision of a beautiful girl and a dissipated- looking man ir a big motor car; or born, more strictly speaking, in Vincent Storm . aWay's studio. as she sat on the bcarskin behind a screen. Those hateful words sounded again in her ears;
 Not the sort of girl one could marry, If one did marry. it wouldn't be a little Judy Grant"
 So, instead of cutting Bruce Gid cen dead, she smiled at him.
 "T hear you are going to Paris after all, Miss Judy" he said
 Yes, I changed my mind" Judy said.
 T am more than glade" he an- swcred very politely.
 You may walk with me to my diggings." she said I'll tell you all about it, I'm going to pay you back"
 I have been paid back" he re- piled. "Wyon and l went through everything yesterday"
 "Oh. no-there's lot more to come"
 As you like" he said. Any
  thing, as long as you don't punish the world at large for what l did"
 Rubbish, The world could do without mo well enough; but I de cided I was a fool. I was mad when l saw you. Guarvenius would have wanted me 10 go on." Thye reached her lodgings.
 Wien can I see you? ?" he asked, as she dismissed him at the door. "Could1t you arrange to give me an hour or so? Won't you lunch with me tomorrow"
 T might if l had the time. l cant say"
 I'll be at the Mayfair at half past one. Don't disappoint me, Miss Judy"
 She hardly answered him, and ran up the stairs She was strug- sling with many emotions, To be gin with, she was not overpleased with herself. Though the object was laudable, the carving out Of it was repugnant in the extreme She hated Gideon's flabby face. his ridge of black hair his huge nose, and his pale, Covetous eyes. She had not brains enough to appreciate his remarkable knowledge and dominant personality. Her most definite feeling about him was re- pulsion.
 l. was June again in New York a peerless, golden June, with blue, translucent days. and crimson purple sunsets, and long lavender gray twilights slipping into short fairy nights of sapphire satin and 1 silver moonshine. It was New York i at its very best.
 The doors of the Cafe Turc were swung wide open to the street. Dan sat on the steps. and played his guitar and sang his songs for the world 10 hear.
 Inside. It was a reek of smoke and coffee and stock pot and wine dregs. as usual; and the usual crowd was there.
 Bastien Dumont Nd Michael Stone sat at the table under the dead masters sketch Of Clarissa Morley, with it's faded laurel wreath and rusty crape bow Bastien was fulfilling himself. He need no longer go without food or neces- sity, although he still did so quite often from habit. He had the in dofinable air of the man who is arriving.
 4 mans work improves with recognition and success as it does by the very fact of working. It is the man who has no work to do who works badly. Bastien's big