New Britain herald., 1930-08-12

pers. Dicky Wyon is simply there to run anybody Gideon chooses. Don't suppose he's got a penny to bless himself with. He was a law yer's clerk not many years ago. Every living soul in the theatrical world knows that. The little girl has evidently taken the great mans fancy"
 He stopped suddenly, qualing be- fore the look in Dumonts eyes. Towers was an inoffensive person, retailing what was to him harmless gossip, a
 "What's the matter?" he asked,
 Miss Grant is a very old friend of mine" said Dumont.
 "Oh. Sorry I spoke! No harm in tended" Towers felt rather bound to justify himself. "One only knows what one hears, and everybody says that's the way the wind lies, They're always together"
 Dumont gave unmistakable evi- dcnce that he did not wish the sub- ject pursued.
 l lCN Jlt llltiI llINCl' b4SN 'fo ] ali manner of things. Towers no~ ticed that Dumont drank most of 1 inc bottle of wine. He was a very abstemious person himself, and did not care; but he also noticed that his companion drank three liqueur brsndjes to his one, and did not smoke his cigar in the leisurely manner of a man at peace with the world.
 Guy Towers. the easy going, ! good -natured gossip, the frequenter | Of club and restaurant, little knew what a storm he had aroused in his ] companion's breast. He had said what others said-that vas all. It vas common knowledge that Judy ! Grant was being run" by Bruce 1 Gideon-that she was Gideon's property, as some rather crudely put it.
 When the two men had finished lunch and parted, Towers strolled 1 down the Avenue, eminently pleased with himself and with the world in general and quite uncon- scious Of the fact that. he had dis tlrbed the course of several lives. Dumont, meanwhile. went into three theatrical clubs one after the other. At each one he drank with several men. At one Of them he came aoross Richard Wyons busi- ness manager. who, as it happened. had also lunched well, and was not ayerse to further indulgence.
 Such things are managed by fate, and man cannot control them.
 Dumont talked to Wyon's busi- ness manager for half an hour. When he went out into the calm of tho late afternoon. lit by a pale winter sun low in the western sky, his head was on fire. The sky seemed plastered with the name of Judy Grant. She seemed to dance ia front of him like q red flame. ElerythnG was red.
 Dumont walked for about an hour. Al the end of it he found himself on Park avenue. He had come there against his will. He ENfW where tIlIFOn 2 pdrtDle1j vas. He had walked past it many a time with despair in his heart, He did not know what he vas do- ing il ere now, except that he had come 10 spE
 He walked up and down, up and down. in tho darkness. It was after six o'clock now, and bitterly cold The street was not very brilliantly lighted, and Wayfarers were few.
 Then suddenly he grew stiff. as a little form came out of the door oi Gideon's building, It was unmis, takably Judy. wearing her little gray coat with the tlack collar and little fur cap on her head with a bunch of violets on one s;da-viole's not so dark purple as her eyes.
 Dumont could not move. He had not really expected her to come out Of this houso-this shameful house lie was paralyzed. He saw her hai d passing taYicah and jump in.
 He rode back 10 his studio ant dressed himself with great care This was q gala night at the Lemor Grove.
 Judy vas ready for Bastien pune , tually at nine o'clock. She wore ;