Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1930-07-01
DANCING JUDITH
AQAlhhAA BY CORALE STANTON and HEATH HOSkEN
WY COCTPNCHT 1850 BY CHELSEA HOUSE
HEATH HOSkEN

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go often-as often as Judy would
like-and in the best seats" he
added. with his boyish laugh.
II was bitter comfort to be able
TO do anything for Judy, even to
buy theater tickets.
He had not seen her since his
return from Maine. He both longed
for a sight Of her and dreaded 1t.
He hardly liked TO admit to himself
that she was always present in his
thoughts.
Chummy went home after din
ner. Full Of an af~fectionate pur-
pose. she was eager to provide a
tasty little supper for judy when
she returned, as she would. about
nine O'Clock. from q late dancing
lesson. GuarveniuS had very err
ratio hours. and Judy had to fit
her times in like a Jig-saw puzzle"
On the way back they bought
some tasty morsels. such as a slice
or two OF galantine and the Italian
sausage that Judy adored. They
also bought cakes and fruit and a
small bottle Of good red vine. At
least, Alan determined, with a kind
OF grim materialism at which he
laughed himself, Judy should have
a good supper that night.
AS II a supper-or any meal. for
the matter OF that. or any bodily
comfort-could make any difference
to that little girls eager spiriti
He left Chummy at her door and
walked back TO Gramercy Park.
The girl tentatively asked him up,
but he made the excuse Of having
a couple Of cases Of books 10 I'M
pack. She did not press him. She
seemed to be all taken up with her
supper getting. No doubt. also. she
recognized that they saw a great
deal OF each other every day; and
in the nature of every woman Is
the guile which. however much she
may long for him. sends the man
Of her heart away from her az
times.
Steyne walked slowly home, de-
jected and sorely oppressed. He
summoned all his will power to
think of Clarissa Morley as his
wife. and 70 vow to make her q
good and loyal husband: but he
knew. even as he summoned 1t. that
it was not equal to the task.
He reachC ! his rooms. high up
In a building looking down on the
park. He occupied the attic. where
he had been constructing the kind
Of town dwelling that appealed -
him. 1t con1-sJed Of n very large
studio and three or four smaller
rooms, a miniature kitchen. a bath
room. and a level bit Of tiled roof
big enough 70 stretch his less on,
with a fascina .-lg view.
II was far from finished yet. The
studio was packed with easels and
painting gear. A carpenter had put
up shelves halfway across one OF
the end wa: and here Steyne
proposed TO busy himself tonight,
%unDacking some books that he had
collected on his travels. and 9TH
ers that his benefactor had be-
queathed 10 him.
lie had his own bedroom and the
kitchen comparatively In order, and
an old woman came in TO clean
every day.
He had just changed his coat for
an old one, and was on the point
Of attacking n Of the cases Of
books with hammer and chisel.
when there was a ring at his outer
door. He went to open ID and found
Bastien Dumont outside.
rs It too late. Steyne?" the
young artist asked rather timidly.
Il mean, are YOU busy?"
Steyne grabbed him BY the arm.
Come IN. Dumonti I'm only too
glad TO see you. I call this friendly.
I've been hoping you'd look me up
some day. Fact is. you fellows seem
10 fight shy az me now"
"Oh. MOI" exclaimed the other.
his lean. picturesque face alight
with pleasure at the warmth Of
Alan's welcome. You mustn't say
that. Steyne. One knows that
you're busy"
Look here. clear all those pa
pers on that chair and sit down.
will you?" Alan went on. I'm IN
an unhclv mess. III get you a
drink. What shall 1t be-whisky
and soda?"
"No-vermouth. II you please"
laughed Dumont. II see a bottle
over there"
Steyne poured out two glasses
and handed his guest one.
I'D like TO have 1t out with you.
Dumont," he said, offering a Gig