The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-11-25

Clarissa was impressed. Her lov- ing heart leaped in revolt at the hint of any unpleasantness 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 richie
 Alan spoke with almost vicious irritation. Chummy was so taken aback that she said nothing, but
 looked behind and stopped a mo-
 ment for Clara Jenks to catch up
 All three boarded a bus and
 made their way to the Cafe Tarc. Dams light ,gay voice was not
 heard that night, singing the favorite Italian songs. The General himself served his guests, with the
 assistance of q small boy he had borrowed from neighboring es- tablishment.
 Dan had gone to Italy, he in- formed his customers, to bring
 back the body of his mother. Where he got the necessary amount of money was a mystery that he
 had refused to divulge.
 Everybody missed Dan. As the General said, without him and Miss
 Jude-e-e he might as well put up
 steyne could not disguise the
 fact that he was on wires. Bastien Dumont came and joined them. In
 the absence of Judy, the young
 man made himself agreeable to Clarar-too agreeable. 1t 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 fea-
 lures without being able to dis
 guise their admiration.
 Poor Clara, it was Q hopeless
 business! Bastein had not q thought for her, except of carna-
 raderie. It goes hard with a born woman comedian when she falls people in fits of delicious laughter. and in some way or other every living creature, man or woman, managed to make her aware of this. When they broke up that night, her heart felt very light. She walked home arm in arm with Bastien. At their door he pressed her hand. It had not occurred to
 her that Judy was not here. In fact, Judy had quite vanished from
 her mind.
 Chummy had not forgotetn her
 friend, however. She was tired,
 but she did not go to sleep until
 she heard Judy come up to her
 room. Judy was singing Q little
 song under her breath. She must
 have had a good time, then.
 It was we.l after midnight when
 Gideon's big car glided away from
 Neither Chummy nor Judy was aware that Alan Steyne had pa- trolled the street until he saw Judy drive up in safety, shake hands eayiy with Gideon. enter the house,
 and run up the stairs.
 It was more than . 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 whiri since her first visit to the | Russian ballet. There hand been many hours of solid. hard work--a
 regular grind" she called iti put her whole heart was in t. and It came easily to her. Then there nad been a great deal of gayety. part Of | 1t organized by her artist friends of the cafe, but more by Gideon. She could not have counted now
 many times she had seen Mr Punch'' that fortnight. she naa ceased to count them. She had drifted--that was how it was. Lux ury was having it's inevitable effect 1 On her. Motor cars and good music --she was beginning to think that
 these things were life. .
 she md seen very little of | chunomy. who was also hard at work. steyne had gone up to Maine aeain for q week or two. He nad been present at the artisfg paii ~ fhe Lemon Grove, but ct the last moment chunmy had decided not | to go there. .x. r,av