New Britain herald., 1930-07-25
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| heard or him. The 8lrl went to pieces-nearly died. you know; and when she struggled. back again she was like she is now"
 Do you mean she's mad?" asked the rich man with interest. Not exactly. Silly, l should say mot quite all there-childish." And how does she live?" "Everbody looks after her, as far as I can make out. She's the pet of this place. At first she must have had little money. She didp't seem to have any relations Little by little she became the adopted child of the chaps who come here. She never painted since Alan steyne left her. I don't quite know how it's managed, but nobody would let her want
 Lately she's been living with an- other girl-a girl they call Judy. Judy is more or less of newcomer since my time; but I've seen her when I've been here. I don't come often. Someone told me that she was iOOhll6 dltCI tlIlll h cliC Q a model herself a queer, savage looking sort of girl"
 How long ago did this happen ?" Gideon asked,
 Let me see-about seven years ago, I suppose. Yes; it's i've years since I used to come here regularly, and then Chummy was quite an in- stitution.
 A slip Of a girl pushed open the door and came into the Cafe Turc She shook herself like a dog, and the raindrops fell from her in showers.
 Everybody in the front room knew her.
 "Hullo, Judy. Cheerio. Judy! Vel come to the ark, Judy" The girl answered them all with laughing words in a voice that was husky, partly by nature. and partly owing to a bad cold. She advanced with q series of shakes and finally divested herself of the shabby mack | intosh she was wearing. Underneath, she had a very short skirt of a dark tartan, and bright green jersey with threads of gold showing here and there. On her head was a battered, white-felt hat, very much pulled over her eyes. Judith Grants face was gaudy with its cheap paint and powder and lampblack that sullied and dis guised the wonder of-its youth; pu, it was charming, for all that, and nowerlike. Once a man looked at it, he often had to look again and again.
 She had mop of short, red-gold hair and big eyes the color of dark purple pansies, and a mouth that was always laughing. She was very small. Artists used her as a model for the line of her neck and shoui- dets, and for her hands and feet, which were pretty nearly perfect. Sometimes, when her profession failed her, she got into a chorus. She was born dancer, but she never stayed long. and had never achieved promotion on the stage. For one thing, she had no voice, and she was SO small that she was lost in the crowd.
 Her entrance into the inner room was greeted with another chorus. Everybody knew her.
 "Hullo, boys." she cried, as she jumped the three steps in bound. She looked around and saw the fair girl alone at her table. "Ah there's my family" she exclaimed, walk ing over to Chummy, and flinging and her hat on the top of it.
 She sat down beside her friend, and Dan brought her steaming tumbler of punch. Two or three of the men at the big table came over and talked to the two girls.
 Bruce Gideon's interest was mani festly aroused. He sat silent. watch ing them. Chummy, the fair girl, smiled at the men and talked. She looked quite vacant except when she smiled. They evidently treated her as a child. One of them patted '
 Presently the young men had all, strolled away. Gideon turned to Stornaway.
 Could you introduce me-" he asked. Do you know them'"
 "Oh, yes," the artist replied with a smile.
 The two men rose and walked over to the girls table. and storna- way told them who he was in his charming way.
 T don't expect you remember me, Miss Judy" he added; but l have had the pleasure of meeting you. don't come here often now don't get time, worse luck"
 "Oh, but, of course, you're a great
 Judy doubted whether Chummy remembered that she was Clarissa Morley or that she had ever lived in another world and had relations and friends who were not pereniayy impecunious.
 Judy shook out her mop of red gold hair when she had brushed it we'll. She was perfunctory with her cosmetics this morning, and left her flower face very nearly as God made 1t.
 She found that Chummy had 2 heavy cold. While she dosed her. and lit a fire out of her scanty stock of fuel, she began her uneasy as- sault on her friends dormant mem ory
 "Chummy, dear, would you be glad to see an old friend again?"
 What friend?" asked the other girl, with her innocent smile.
 "A real old friend-some one you were very fond of, old grill"
 I'm fond of you. Judy, and Bas- tien and Michael and all the boys" said the deep, bell-like voice.
 T know, but this is somebody yoY knew long ago. Don't you remem- Der, Chummy? Some one you loved very rpnch l" Cuddeply chn fI,1op her