New Britain herald., 1930-08-12

That was one reason for avoiding Chummy. Judy felt sure that she would put her foot in it." as she expressed it,
 But before they parted that day her feelings overCame her, and she looked at her friend wistfully.
 "Chummy. Bastien has asked me to come to the dance at the Lemon Grove on Friday. Will you be there?"
 q hadn't thought of going" the elder girl said
 "Oh, but you love dancing! And I shall be gone soon, and all the boys will be there. It would seem like old times. Do come, won't you, Chummy dear?'
 Her pleading face was irresist ible Chummys beautiful low voice broke, as she answered:
 "Of course I'll come, Judy dear.'
 On the day before the dance Bas ten called at Judv's lodgings to ask her to dine with him. He was aflame with the thought she was going to be there as his guest. No longer did she seem so far away from him. He had made her the companion Of his dreams ever since changes in her. He told himself their last meeting. He would not dwell on the that he had imagined them. She vas still Judy. and she had always told him that he was her best friend, the one person in all the world on whom she could rely. I It was about five o'clock in the afternoon when he called. A young girl. the landladys daughter, opened the door. and told him that Miss Grant was out He left a note ] that he had writtcn'in view of this i eyentuality.
 ] He had occasion 10 go round the ] corner to a tobacconist's shop, and ] then to a tailor's, where he was having some clothes repaired. It was about eight minutes later, or theroabouts. when he passed Judy's house again on his way back home. Just then the door opened and Gjdeon's bulky form came out, He was smiling 10 himself in way that made Basticn see red.
 Judy had been at home, then, all the time,
 i He followed the financier, and saw him enter his big car, which vas waiting in a side street parallel with Judy's lodgings.
 The next morning Bastien re- ceiyed a nice littR note in Judy s sprawlinE hand She could not dine with him. sho said, as she had had another engagement, which she could not put off. but she would be waiting for him at her lodgings at nine o'clock.
 That day ho happened to meet an old acquaintance Guy Towers, a theatrical critic who had lately made rather q hit with a first play, a clever social satire. On the strength of t Towers had a little spare cash. Dumont. too. was not 90 impecunious as of old; so the two oc them decided to lunch al Eomauo's
 Al a table in the far corner sat Bruce Gideon with four other mon. one Of whom was Richard Wyon. Dumont sent many sCoWls in their direction, huc did not say anything l. vas his companion who men, ucned the fiuancier's name.
 
 "Thero's Brace Gideon - do you know him? Enormously rich chap Hes just brought out this wonder, rul ncw dancer Judy Grant. Mar. velcrs little person. must say - lucky,"
 why Iucky?" asked Dumont controlling his voice as best he could
 "Judy Grant was lucky" con ttnucd Towers. "because shes got Gideon to take her up. That's his man Of business. Dicky Wyon-the funny little fellow with a face like an old woman"
 DO you mean the man who owns the Monopole?" asked Dumon' carelnsylv
 Well hes supposed to own it hut ',s q well-known fact tha Gideon has more 10 do with it. H. usos it as a jumpine-off place 10, his pet girls. Of course. all of 'en aren't so clever as little Mis- Grant"
 What do you meano" asked Du mont in 8 very quiet voice. "Wyo' brought Miss Grant out It w" purely a business proposition
 Towers winked al him. "Tell that to the marines,
 hoy, That's tho story for tho