The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-11-18

are you deceiving yourself, or are you playing with me? Was 1t on business that he came to the Lemon Grove and sat there and behaved as if you were his prop erty, and we were all a set of queer animals who had nothing to do with you at all?"
 "FIow could MT Gideon know whether could dance unless he saw me ?" was the cool reply. You are prejudiced, Bastien. MT Gideon was very nice to you all-quite a sport, thought him that night, because he must have felt a bit out of it."
 There was nothing more for Bastien to say. He could only grit his teeth and swear a violent oath that if hair of Judy's bright head L,were harmed, this meddlesome millionaire should reckon with him.
 For the rest of the evening Judy was a reformed character, as far as he was concerned. She was nicer to him than she had ever been before. She allowed him to take her to the Lemon Grove, she danced every dance with him, and she walked slowly home with him. At her door she finished his re- newal of enslavement by holding his hand in both her little ones, looking up in his face with her great pansy eyes full of affection, and saying with catch in her husky voice:
 "Bastien, you are a good sort! You're the best friend of them all!"
 And she meant 1t.
 Judy did not go into Chummy's room when she got home. It was almost the first time that she had gone to bed without ascertaining whether her friend was awake or asleep, and whether she could do | anything for her. She was pretty late herself, so sne was sure that l Chummy was at home.
 She had small lamp in her room. which was burning, 50 she knew that Chummy had lit Nit. | Without taking her things off she sat down to think.
 | It was in anger that she had burned her boats; but the deed was done. A myriad thoughts flashed through her brain. She had 6 queer way of thinking In pictures so that she saw all her reasons flashed out as on q screen in her mind.
 | She saw her anger against Bas- tien--that was very simple and complete picture. She saw herself on some vast stage, dancing on air. amid the plaudits of a multi tude. She saw Bruce Gideon, the typical financier, delighted with his speculation. but quite oblivious to herself as a human being.
 She saw Bastien on his knees before her, begging her forgive ness; but that, of course. she might have seen at any time. Then she came to the more dif- ficult thoughts-the more clouded pictures.
 She saw herself hard at work. withdrawn from the orbit of Chummy and Alan Steyne. She saw her life as Q Straight gray thread, like the worsted with which one darns thick stockings. The lives of Alan and Chummy were c tangle of bright golden threads, and soon they began to weave themselves inot a lovely fabric. It shone with 6 beautiful light, and Judy discerned in it at last q little home among the hills and a happiness before which she yelled her face.
 That was her task-she saw 1t quite clearly-to get out of Chummy's life as much as she could. This new work would take up all her time. Chummy. left more or less alone. would soon drift away. She and Alan would marry, and they would live part of the time in Maine. and tine rest of the time in all the won- derfu1 places abroad where peo- pie went to paint.
 Here Judy heaved a deep sigh. She so 1onged to travel-she who had never been anywhere but to Newark, where she was born. and to New York. where she lived. She had posed to make so many