New Britain herald., 1930-08-05

| His tone was so earnest that Cla- rissa was impressed. Her loving heart 1eaped in revolt at the hint ot any unpleasantnes coming near little Judy.
 T will, of course" she said; but I don't think you need be afraid"
 That's because, like all girls. you think this man must be all right if he's rich"
 Alan spoke with almost vicious irritation. Chummy was so taken atack that she said nothing, but looked behind and stopped mo- | u.ent for Clara Jenks to catch up with them
 All three boarded bus and made their way to the Cafe Turc.
 Dan's light. gay voice was not heard that night, singing the favor ite Italian songs The General him. self served his guests, with the assistance of small boy he had l borrowed from a neighborlng estab- lishment.
 Dan had gone to Italy. he in- termed his customers, to bring back the body Of his mother. Where he got the necessary amount of money was mystery that he had refused 10 divuIge,
 Everybody missed Dan. As the , General said, without him and Miss Jude-e-e he might as we'll put up his shutters.
 Steyne could not disguise the fact that he vas on wires. Bastien Du- mont came and joined them. In the absence Of Judy. the young man made himself agreeable to Clara . 100 agreeable. it Is to be feared. for her snub face lit up. her lips smiled without the usual twist, and her round. gray-blue eyes rested on his handsome features without be- ing able to disguise their admira- tion,
 Poor Clara. it was hopeless business! Basrien had not a thought for her except Of cana raderie. IL goes hard with born woman comedian when she falls ir love. Clara was made 10 k4ep { people in fits of delicious laughter, and in some way or other every living creature. man or woman. managed 10 make her aware of this When they broke up that night her heart felt very light. She walked home arm in arm with Bas- ten. At their door he pressed her hand It had not occurred to her that Judy was not here. In fact. Judy had quie vanished from her mind.
 Chummy had not forgotten her friend, however. She was tired, but she did not go to sleep until she heard Judy come up to her room. Judy vas singing a little song under her breath She must have had a good time then.
 T. was well after midnight when Gideon's big car glided away from their door.
 Neither Chummy nor Judy was aware that Alan Steyne had pa trolled the street until he saw Judy drive up in safety, shake hands gaylT with Gideon. enter the house, and run up the stairs.
 II was more than a fortnight later. and spring had suddenly burst upon the earth in a great flood of color and scent.
 Judy had lived in a kind of whirl since her first visit to the Russian ballet. There had been many hours Of solid, hard work-a regular grind" she called it. but her whole heart was in it. and it came easily to her. Then there had been great deal Of gayety part Of l. organized by her artist friends O. the cafe but more by Gideon.
 She could not have counted how many times she had seen MT. Punch that fortnight. She had ceased to count them. She had dr!fted-that was how it was. Lux ury was having its inevitable effect on her. Motor cars and good food and plays and pallets and music she WIS beginning to think that these things were life
 She had seen very little Of Chummy, who was also hard at work. Steyne had gone up to Maine again for week or two. He had been present al the artists ball at the Lemon Grove. but at the last moment Chummy had decided not to go there.
 It had been a riotous night. Judy Lad vetoed Gideon's presence with a peremptoriness that he had not l Ccmbattad. He didn't dance, and he would spell her fun she told him; so he had not seen the featherlight, 1 black Columbine, with silver leaves round her head, and all the world S laughter in her pansy eyes and on | her crimson lips It vas we'll that he did not see her, for even the friend who had known her for years found her bewildering, and more. on that lantern-lit night. Bastien Dumont. when it was over, and he walked home. contem- plated suicide under the cold, un- 1 friendly stars.
 Judy believed that M. Guarvenius