Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1930-03-07

A Boomerang
for Judy
By FRIEDA >. MoNGER


(Copyright.l
" Judy, you've got to keep your
- nose out of other peoples af-
fairs" shouted Larry. "Its nobody's
business II Mrs. Lampson's chauffeur
has got face like the villains on
page sixty-eight of your ldiotic clap.
trap book on Analysing Character!
Good grief, Judy, do you realize that
Mrs. Lampson discharged that man on
your sayso2 man with FIVE children
to feedl"
Judith stared in Mortified silence at
the blond young giant that 1t had
seemed SO easy to promise to love and
cherish only month ago. So this
was the real Larry.
"But judy" continued, Larry, don't
you r. ,Alize that what you call hobby
is really malicious Interference and"
"And intend to go right on with
it-as an art"
That was only the beginning. When
Larry, having scorned breakfast,
jerked into his overcoat and grabbed
his hat, Judith was throwing things
into suitcase. The door closed loud
ly. Before Judith had time to run to
the window to see If Larry really had
gone, he was back again, pulling a bill
fold from his pocket. Placing a hun
dred-dollar bill on the dressing table,
he snapped, "Write for more when
you need It."
With feverish indecision Judith
watched the approaching train come
to stop. Once more she raced to the
end of the platform to make absolute
ly sure that Larry wasn't coming. The
brake had picked up the little stool
and swung his arm outward, before
Judith ceased wavering and climbed
aboard
She dropped into the first empty
seat, which was opposite plain
young woman too absorbed In thick
book even to look up. For which
Judith was thankful, for she found
herself quaking outwardly and wish
ing with absurd fervor that she were
back in the bungalow.
Larry. Resentment against him
fared up anew within her. He
thought he could dominate her life,
choose her hobbies for her, tell her
what she could do and what she could
not do! No; that sort of thing killed
love- and she wanted to keep on low
ing Larry. Stoically she pushed aside
further thoughts of him and began to
study the woman opposite. Not the
intellectual type, Judith decided, de-
spite the fact that she was seemingly
absorbed In serious-loOking volume
from which she never raised her eyes
She reminded Judith of a Gather
movements though quick were stealthy.
The fingers interested Judith. She
knew a thing or two about hands.
These weren't the hands of an artist
they had the sinuous strength, the
quiet nerve, the sensitiveness that
were to be found In the hands of clev.
er crooks. They might actually have
posed for the illustration on page
twenty-nine of Analysing Character.
She could see these hands caressing
the combination lock of a safe. The
thought made her clutch her purse
more tightly, and set her to dreaming
" ways In which to spend the hun.
dred-dolar bill.
Her day dreams were shattered by
scream from the far end Of the
coach Judith jumped to her feet and,
with others, hurried down the aisle.
The, found frantic mother dabbing
II cash on the forehead Of child
moment later the hysterical mother
was again calm, the child crying
softly
When Judith returned, the woman
was still bent over her book, uncon-
sclous, seemingly, of the incident that
had just occurred. As Judith was
about TO sit down, she gave an invol-
untary gasp-in her excitement she
had left her purse lying on the seat
She picked 1t up, opened 1t quickly.
Her heart seemed to leap from Its &C.
customed place and lodge itself iii her
throat. Frantically she dove about In
the recesses of the purse. The hun
dred-do!lar bill was gonel
What should she do? Accuse the
woman, point blankf Demand the re-
turn of her hundred. dollar bill? Call
the conductor? AS If in answer to her
thoughts, the woman rose and hast
ened down the aisle to the ladies'
wash room. And In her hurry she
had, like Judith left her purse on the
seat.
Without moments hesitation Ju
dith reached over and snatched up the
small brown bag-opened 1t. Her
heart plunked back into place: the
hundred-dollar bill was therei Quick
ly she pulled II out, tucked It into
her own purse, replacing the brown
bag in the position she found 1t.
At two o'clock Judith pressed thu
doorbel of Aunt Claire's apartment
and Aunt Claire. dressed to 60 Out.
opened the door Her greeting was
matter.of fact. "IIeilO Judy. When ]
knew you were coming It was too late
to cancel my afternoon engageme'T
but"
"YOu knew Aunt Claire"
"Yes. you have message froi
Larry ri have to hurry along now
but make yourself at home. ! won
lie late
Judy tore open Larry's messagd
Judy darling measure peoples chin
and noses with ruler II you like, bui
come back. Leaving the hundred dol
lars on your dressing table and all
the doors open was grand gesture
and love yOu fOI II life Is nothing
without won IutIV"