New Britain herald., 1930-07-28

ment and rest were all that Chum- my required.
 She had a much stronger consti- tuition than I should have thought" said Doctor O'Shane. When she picks up. she'll be all right again; but, Miss Judy, it's yourself I'll have to be prescribing for next. You're looking altogether too much like a snowdrop - though, sure there's no fault to be found with the little flower itself"
 Judy was very bad housekeep- CT, and Clara Jenks had taken it on herself to buy'food and other neces- saries for her. Judy handed over her purse with a sigh of relief; but she was forced to realize, in day or two, that the luXuries and deli cacies that Clara provided could not possibly have come out of that slender store.
 She taxed Clara with 1t on the day after Chummy finally turned the corner and began to struggle back to life.
 "Clara. you're spending your own money on us, But, no, you haven't got any. I'm sure. Clara, where are Nou getting money from?' A sus- picion made Judy flush and frown. Is it MT. Steyne?" she cried ex- citedly. You're not taking money from him, Clara, are you?' Clara confessed that she was. T thought it 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"
 i Where have you seen him ?' ask ed Judys accusing voice,
 why. he came to inquire-tvice. don't know where you were-oh' 1 yesterday you were out for a walk with Bastien, He was awfully anx- ious about Chumry, and I didn't like 10 refuse"
 How much. Clara"
 Twenty-Five he gave me yester- day"
 You mustn't take any more. Promise, I'll get some money. Of course, Chummy must have every thing"
 "Oh. how splendid that she's get ting better.' cried Clara.
 She proceeded to execute a, weird shuffling dance that would have brought down the house if she hac performed it on stage, Judy laugh ed till the tears rolled down hel cheeks.
 All that morning her thoughts were busy with Alan Steyne IS she posed for Max Dickbreads Spanish dancer in her vivid yellow-anc black dress, with immense scarle' poppies under the lace mantiila that covered her flaming hair. She had not seen Alan since that night Of course. whe Chummy was wei again. she would have to. He must come to see Chummy. He had saiG he was found Of her. He must be Everybody was Those brief mo ments at the foot of the staircase had been madness. No doubt he regretted them bitterly,
 Judy was an incredible optimist but she had at the same time nc very high opinion Of men. She hac -aen too much of them.
 The dinner, the lights, the wine the music-and those laughing eyes, Was Alan Steyne really il love with her? She did not believe
 1t for minute Was she in low with him? She pulled q little shut . ter down over her thoughts. an' would not answer that question a ; all
 Tn the early afternoon she went t' Vincent Storra ways house. Tn
 artist had written to her, askin' ; if she would sit for the head am shoulders of Queen Elizabeth as | , young girl. He had for the mo , mcnt abondoned portrait painting , and was engaged on a large hlstor
 ical panel for q new apartnen : building.
 : Judy could not afford to tur down any offer of work, particular ; ly at this moment: and she coul [ not help feeling a little fatteret Stornaway had never asked her { : sit for him before. In his letter h referred to her hair and her eye f brows suggesting to him the color : ing and lineaments of the youn 7 princess The interview that result r cd was satisfactory, and it was al . ranged that she should go to hir c when Max Dckbread could spar l her.
 Stornaway proved restful aftt . her tyrannical genius. He talked - her kindly, and gave her tea.