The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-12-03
JUDITH
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 JUDITH GRANT, artists model, loves ALAN .STEYNE, young painter, who is also loved by Ju- dith's roommate, CHUMMY NOR. LEY. Chummy had loved Steync years ago, and lost her memory when he went away; so, though Steyne loves Judith, Judith insists that it is his duty to marry Chummy, who does not know of their love. Judith is studying dancing, and BRUCE GIDEON, financier, who is infatuated with her, offers to star her in Q musical show. Steyne is distrustful of GldeOn's intentions, but Judith will not be warned. She dances for a group of friends at a studio party, and in q Hull i'm the festiyi. ties finds herself standing beside Steyne at window.
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 CHAPTER XXv
 ''I couldn't bear to see you dance in front of great vulgar crowd" Alan said beneath his breath. "Hush!" Judy whispered, fright ened at the passion of his voice. I've got to dance-I simply must You've no idea what it's like"
 ''It drives me mad!' he went on. "1t will drive other men mad!"
 His voice was reckless. Judy held her breath as Chummy and Hylton passed close to them.
 You mustn't talk like that" she said when they had gone by. You must be crazy! Come and dance at once, and behave like other peo- ple."
 He obeyed her, but the hands that held her might have been made of wood. He dared not real ize that she was close to him keep ing step with him, light, gossa-- nier thing of perfect skill and grace. He stumbled heavily in his anguish and she released herself.
 "Clumsyn' she laughed. I'm parched. For mercy's sake, get me something to drink"
 There was more dancing, and they ate the sandwiches and cakes, and drank lemonade, or vermouth, or cold broth.
 Then Tony and Michael begged Judy to dance again.
 "l'm dog tired" she said; "but I don't mind, if it pleases you children
 The two artists were overcome with amazement, truth to tell. They could hardly believe that this was the Judy they had known for years. They had never appreciated her charm, although they had ad- mired her steadfast care of poor Chummy; but this - this feather light embodiment of sheer art, this fiery, seductive, languid, gay, ire sistible creature-they felt that their eyes must be deceiving them. They were eager for her to dance again, so that they might make sure. ,.
 But just then the telephone bell rang out in the little lobby. Alan went out and came back quickly.
 "You're wanted, Miss Grant," he said, Often in addressing her he used the formal name.
 She went out, and Alan shut the door, so that whatever conversa- tio,a she had should not be over heard. He went back and talk to Dunont about his music.
 Judy was away long time-or SO it seemed. They all talked to- gether, but at last there came a Iull, prolonged out of nervousness. In 1t there was no sound of Judy's voice outside.
 They waited; it seemed an in- terminable time. Then Alan opened the door and went out.
 He found Judy standing beside the instrument. She had replaced the receiver She looked at him as if she did not know him. Her arms hung stiffly by her side. She was liko statue. whisnered. careless whether those inside heard him or not.
 She did not answer, but walked like an automaton before him into the big room. She stood in the middle and looked around at them all.
 "Oh!" she said in reedy voice. "A dreadful thing has happened! Old Guarvenius-dear old Guar yenius-has been run over in the street and killed. That was his housekeeper on the phone. He asked for me the last thing before he died in the hospital. She was there-they'd sent for her. She sent a messenger to the cafe know ing I'm often there, and they .oiu her where I was. Isn't 1t awiul! He was such a dear old thing-lke a father to me! Whenever he was pleased with me, he called me his bird. And now he's dead!
 Chummy went to Judy, put her arms about her. and tried to com fort her; but she was not to be comforted. She burst into bitter sobs that racked her body with anguish.
 They gave her the sympathy of silence. But in the midst, of 1t Steyne's heart sent up fiery burst of thankfulness, because, If her master were dead, Judy might never become a dancer. and might never be gazed upon by the eyes of the great, vulgar world!
 Judy says she will never dance again."
 "Rubbish!
 "She says she was actually danc- ing when MT Guarvenius died.'
 "What's that got to do with it?' asked Dumont. "Wouldnt he have wanted her to be dancing?"
 He wanted to see her." said Chummy. |.
 q know but she couldn't help 1t
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