New Britain herald., 1930-08-02

her to be his wife, He felt that never had a man been in such an intolerable position. He was tied hand and foot, and, as an honorable man. he could not cut himself loose. He could gain freedom only by inflicting bitter sorrow and cruel humiliation on this girl who had waited for years for him to come back.
 Yes" she assented eagerly. You might get some seats nov and then, when there's some really good dancing on
 The Russian ballet will be here next week" he agreed. T saw them when I was in Paris. We can go often - as often as Judy would like--and in the best seats, '' he added, with a boyish laugh.
 It 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 it. He hardly liked to admit to himself that she was always present in his thoughts.
 Chummy went home after din- ner. Full of an affectionate pur- pose, she was eager to provide a tasty little supper for Judy when she returned, as she would, about nine o'clock, from a late dancing lesson. Guarvenius had very CT ratio hours, and Judy had to fit her times in like a jig-saw puzzle.
 On the way back the bought some tasty morsels, such as slice or two of galantine and the Italian sausage that Judy adored. They also bought cakes and fruit and q small bottle of good red wine At least. Alan deter mined. with a kind of grim material ism at which he laughed himself Judy should have a good supper that night.
 AS if a supper or any meal. for the matter Of that, or any bodily make any difference to that little girls eager spirit,
 He left Chummy at her door and walked back to Gramercy Park. The gill tentatively asked him up, but Ie made the excuse of having a couple Of cases of books 10 un- pack. She did not press him. She seemed to he all taken up with her supper getting No doubt, also, she rccognu ad that they saw great deal of each ether every day; and in the nature Of every woman is the guile which, however much she may long for him, sends the man ol her Aart away from her at times.
 ste.na walked slowly home, de- jccted and soroly oppressed. He summoned all his will power to think Of Clarissa Morley as his wife, and 10 VOW 10 make her a good and loyal husband; but he knew. even as he summoned il, that l. was not equal 10 the task.
 He reached his rooms, high up in a building looking down on the park. He occupied the attic, where he had been constructing the kind oi town dwelling that appealed 10 him T. consisted Of one very large studio and three or four smaller rooms, q miniature kitchen, 9 bath room. and q level bit Of tiled roof big enough to stretch his legs or, with q fascinating view.
 It was far from finished yet. The studio was packed with easels and painting gear, A carpenter had put UT shelves halfway across one of the end walls; and here Steyne pro- posed 10 busy himself tonight, un- packing some books that he had collected on his travels. and others that his benefactor had bequeathed .o him.
 He had his own bedroom and the kitchen comparatively in order. and 1n old woman came in to clean every day.
 H. had just changed his coat for 1T old onc. and was on the point ot attacking one of tho cases Of books with hammer and chisel, a hen there was T ring al his outer floor. He went to open Ii and found Bastle0 DumoHt ou'side.
 "Is it 100 late, stoyne2" the young artist asked rather ,imidly. T mean, 3rc you busy2"
 SteTne grabbed him by the arm,
 Come in. Dumor', I'm only toe glad 10 sec you. I call this friendly I've been hoping you'd look me up some day Fact is, you fellows seem 9 fight shy of me now"
 'Oh, mo-" exclaimed the othe. his lean, picturesque face aigft