The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-11-27
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CHAPTER xxx

It must De aumltLeQ tndL Juuy was beginning to feel the irksome necessity of earning her scanty livelihood as an adjunct to the hard work of her dancing lessons and practice.
 Sometimes she was so tired that she almost lost consciousness of what was going on around her; and when she awoke in the morn ing she would not even remember how she got home the evening be- fore.
 Stornaway and his guest came into the room, but they stopped behind the screen. Judy gathered that the artist was showing Gi- deon a piece of his work. All the canvases were at the other end of the studio.
 She was just going to call out to them when her own name fell on her ears.
 sT"Here is the sketch of Judy, Gi- deon--the one you asked me to do. could elaborate 1t, If you like 1,The ever-ready laughter rippled on Judy's lips. She was going to hear what MT Punch thought of her picture.
 She herself thought 1t perfectly hideous; but Stornaway told her it was the best thing he had ever done. It was a dancing attitude he had chosen-that Is, she was standing with one arm poised on her hip, leaning little forward on her toes. She was supposed to be thinking of the dance that she was about to begin. Stornaway had told her he was doing 1t for his own pleasure. He had said noth- ing about Gideon asking him to do 1t. sAgain, what could she feel but flattered? said. "It's a great thing, old chap. Don't you think so?"
 "Yes, I rather like it." admitted the artist modestly. You see, every muscle is taut, ready to spring in- to action"
 .eyVonderful!" said Gideon. Won der1sul! What figure she has!" Jhdy snickered behind the screen.
 You're very much gone on her, aren't you, Gideon?" the artist asked.
 Gideon laughed, somewhat roughly for him.
 She's not the kind to give a man much peace" Sornaway went His tone was not offensive at all, and yet Judy stiffened.
 "You're right there," Mir Punch said, with an infection that made Judy stiffen still more.
 'Is it-serious?" was the artists next question.
 "Damnably," said Gideon.
 
 To Judy it suddenly became in- tolerable that they were discussing her like this discussing Gideon's feelings for her in this cold blooded way. If Gideon was fond of her, what was there to prevent him from being SO? They spoke as if it were an impossible thing something to jest and laugh about. Odious creatures, both of them! IA thousand pities"-Storna- ways voice sounded exceptionally clear-"a thousand pities, Gideon, that she isn't the sort of girl one could marry"
 l Gideon's laugh was a little bro- ken this time. What he answered seemed to write itself with a sharp fiery pencil on the listening girls brain.
 "That's putting 1t rather strong ly, my dear fellow. Marriage-well, it never did appeal to me, you Know; but you're right, of course If one did marry, 1t wouldn't De little Judy Grant!'
 Judy sprang to her feet. At the same moment the artist said care lessly:
 By the way. I was expecting her this afternoon. She hasn't come yet. Come back to my den and smoke another cigar"
 The voices grew more distant The two men had left the studio
 Judy knew the arrangement of the house. Next to the studio was an anteroom, the door of which was always open, and beyond that was the artists sanctum-a large untidy apartment, with all sorts oi odd bits of furniture, masses o1 photographs, and souvenirs of boy hood and early travel. It had noth- ing of the ordered beauty of the rest of the house.
 Stornaway had married, within the last year or two, woman ol wealth and position, no longer young, She never came into hi studio, and appeared to take nc part in his artistic life. One some times saw her name mentioned 1T the papers as attending this ol that function, but Judy had never set eyes on her.
 The girl stood there, drawing deep breaths, so violent that they shook her slender frame.
 Not the sort of girl one could marry! If one did marry. il wouldn't be litle Judy Grant,"
 Wouldn't 1t?
 So that was what he thought oi her-this horrible. ugly, loathsomt man! She wasn't the kind of gir he would marry. Oh, dear, no! Ht would only be slimly, disgustinglS amiable and deferential and friend ly, and try to cheat her and throw dust in her eyes, and trick her into believing he had the greatest re spect in the world for her-tha was all!
 Men were all alike. Didn't sh' know the world? But she hat very nearly allowed herself to b' fooled!
 There was no time to stay there and rage inwardly against Bruce Gideon. They might come back a any moment. She was not going tt be found there.
 She slipped across the studio ant out itno the corridor that led tt the central hall. When she camt upon a servant. it was not the on' who had admitted her.
 "Will you please tell Mir storn' away" she said. "that 1 came tt tell him 1 couldn't sit for him to. dRy? I'm his model. They naio there was someone with him, 70 waited n minute. hut ns there's nc sign of him I've come away. Just say ihht Miss Grant called Co aay that she was too tired to sit to-