The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-12-14


 , man in a big motor car; or born, more strictly speaking, in Vincent
 Stornaway'g studio, as she sat on lthe bearskin behind a screen. Those
 hateful words sounded again In
 her ears:
 Not the sort of girl one could
 marry. If one did marry. 1t
 wouldn't be a little Judy Grant"
 So, instead of cutting Bruce Gid-
 con dead, she smiled at him.
 T hear you are going to Paris
 after all, Miss Judy" he said.
 Yes, changed my mind." Judy
 said.
 T am more than gala" he an-
 swered very politely.
 You may walk with me to my
 diggings." she said. "I'll tell you all about 1t. I'm going to pay you
 back"
 'T have been paid back" he re- piled. "Wyon and went through
 everything yesterday"
 "oh, no-there's a lot more to comet"
 'As you like" he said. Any thing. as long as you don't punish the world at large for what I did"
 Rubbish! The world could do without me well enough; but de- cided I was fool. l was mad when I saw you. Guarvenius would have wanted me to go on."
 They reached her lodgings.
 When can see your" he
 asked, as she dismissed him at the
 door. Couldn't you arrange to give me an hour or so? Won't you lunch with me tomorrow"
 T might if I had the time. l
 "I'll be at the Mayfair at half
 past one. Don't disappoint me,
 Miss Judy"
 She hardly answered him, and
 ran up the stairs. She was strug- gling with many emotions. To be-
 gin with, she was not overpleased , was laudable, the carrying out of it was repugnant in the extreme. She hated Gideon's fiabby face, his ,, fridge of black hair, his huge nose,
 and his pale, covetous eyes. She |, had not brains enough to appreci- ate his remarkable knowledge and dominant personality. Her most definite feeling about him was re- pulsion.
 It was June again in New York
 "a peerless, golden June, with ; blue, translucent days, and crim- son and purple sunsets, and long lavender-gray twilights slipping into short fairy nights of sapphire ] satin and silver moonshine. It was Sew York at It's yory best.
 The doors of the Cafe Turc were [ swung wide open to the street ! Dan sat on the steps, and played his guitar and sang his songs for the world to hear. .e
 Inside, it was q reek Of smoke t and coffee and stock pot and wine l dregs, as usual; and the usual : crowd were there.
 l Basticn Dumont and Michael
 Stone sat at the table under the 9 dead masters sketch of Clnrissa 3 Morley, with its faded laurel ! wreath and rusty crape bow. Bas. 5 tien was fulfilling himself. He need f no longer go without food or nec- = essity, although he still did 50 quite - often from habit. He had the in-
 arriving.
 A mans work improves witf n recognition and success as itssdoei l. by the very fact of working. It i'
 the man who has no work to do
 who works badly. Bastien's biz Q canvas at the Belvoir Galleries ' t"sewer Men at Breakfast," was making the whole city, talk. / Judy is back" 'said Michael 1 Stone, stirring his Iced coffee in the } long glass.
 Yes" replied Dumont, In the
 depths of gloom. So l hear" "Shes been at Monte Carlo and
 Nice, and all over Italy. Now she's , back here for n week or two; and then she's going to Sweden and
 Norway and Denmark" ( Yes. I know"
 "Wherever she's been. this char |, Gideon's been there. He's hei . shadow"
 "So I've heard"
 , "They say he's going to marry
 her"
 How can he?" Dumont's voice i, burst from his anguished heart . He's engaged to some society , girl"
 ,, "No--that's off. Stornaway told
 me. I met him at the Belvoir
 yesterday. absolutely green witn , envy in front of your Sewer Men. His engagement broken off! You are sure?" 80 stornaway says. and he . ought to know"
 "Judy-marry-h ] 'T shouldn't think it likely my. | self" said Michael. and his rugged !, face grew chiyalrously tender What a little sport she was! What . n spirit she had! Always merry 6 and bright. with great holes in the
 soles of her shoes on q drenchinG . night! Always fussing around Cln-
 rissa Morley like n hen! And now now she's the greatest dancer the world has ever known. | By love! Dumont, do you re- y member her first night? And even more than that, the night m /; Steynes studio when she danced < for us and you fiddled for her l That reminds mel meant to ask . you, do you think Steyne and Cla- 9 rissa have made 1t upY
 What makes you ask?" said = Dumont.
 Q Only that they're always to- = gether now since Steyne came = back from Persia. How long ago q was 1t? At least n month--nnd he
 seems to have drifted back Into the 6 old life"
 "I don't think he has" Dumon' E replied. "He came back with hi'
 friend Hylton, who very nearly
 died out there. Steyne took care d of him and brought him home o but I think he's going back agalT 0 very soon. Far from drifting back r think he's becoming a business
 man. He told me the other da, s he'd quite given up the idea oi 4 painting; but of course he would - be with Chummy-theyre still o great friends" n "I wondered, that's all" sait |. Michael Stone. You know wha f women are. They said she't F broken it off because of her work 6 The point is. would her work al l. ways come first?"