The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-12-08
Me an Baby celeratin' 'cause we dest found out 'at Christmas IS comin'!
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By FANNY Y. CORY

copyrtoht by Public LedOsr filled all the boxes if she had not been checked. l She had beautiful seat all ready for Chummy, of whom she had heard nothing since the re- ceipt of a post card from the coast | n reply to Judy's long and rambling account of her extraordinary good | fortune.
 It came to the last day before the first night. Judy's heart was very sore. Chummy not to be there when she first danced in public! Every few minutes of the day she found herself thinking about it..
 Alan she dared not think about; but Chummy-it seemed to her that Chummy was the most im- portant person in her life. All those years when she and Chummy had fought life together--all those poor, hard working years! Years of slavery. yet they had been happy in a way. And had Chummy forgot ten 1t all? Didn't she care bit?
 Then, going home about six o'clock, Judy found Chummy wait ing in her little sitting room. As usual, it was a bower of flowers. She knew now that Gideon sent them; but she had said nothing. She loved them too much. ,
 It was gray day, and it had been drizzling, but Chummys hair and her delicately tanned face seemed to make sunshine in the room. Judy flung herself on her.
 "Oh, Chummy darling, what joy and bliss. I've been so miserable! !! I've been thinking you'd forgotten little Judy, I was hating the idea of tomorrow
 "I came back for 1t, Judy" the other girl said, when Judy finally released her and she could breathe.
 Eve got you a lovely seat, said Judy. "I don't care what happens. now that you're going to be there" | In breathless haste she poured out the whole talk of her wonder full luck. So innately modest was little Judy that you might easily have thought that her genius had nothing to do with it at all.
 When she had finished, a silence fell. Something had to be said. They both knew it. They looked at each other. Judy's glance was l ous, but serene.
 l Judy nerved herself.
 "And-Mr Steyne?" she asked.
 "I don't know whether he's still in Paris" Chummy said quietly.
 Tell me, Chummy--it was only a squabble, wasn't it?"
 What do you mean?" Chummy replied with her grave smile.
 ''I mean between you and MT Steyne. Chummy, from the first I knew 1t must be only a quarrel"
 You are wrong, Judy It was never a quarrel. 1 couldn't quarrel with Alan-you know that. We were always such-friends.
 "Chummy. you seem years older! I'm sure there's something"
 There's nothing, Judy dear"
 And you don't know where Mir Steyne is now?"
 "No." Chummy was not looking at her friend. She spoke very slowly, as if choosing her words. q have not heard from Alan, Judy. You see, it was better not, since we had parted. He saw 1t just as l did He was very generous. He might have reproached me" Chummy did turn her eyes on her friend then. An eager question flashed into them for an instant, like a bright flame. Her whole be- ing seemed to glow with an intense and violent light. It was as If something were impending, some thing tremendous. so that she dared not breathe; but slowly she turned her eyes away again.
 q though perhaps you might have heard from Alan. Judy" she said.
 T?"
 Judy's voice was what it had never been in her life before frightened.
 Yes, Judy dear" Chummy went he has written to nobody. And you and he were friends, too.
 "Yes" said Judy.
 She looked at her friend. A blank silence fell. Judy knew it that mo- ment-she knew that Chummy knew the truth, Chummy knew that Alan and Judy loved each other: and that was why she had refused to marry him.
 Yes" said Judy again, in very little voice. "Yes, he and l were friends, too.'
 They talked of other things after that, and presently Chummy went laway. She was tired after her long tourney, and she had her little home to set in order. Her little home. thought Judy - her little, lonely home!
 She went away, this new Chum- my, so much older but so much more beautiful.
 The great night was indeed a great night. It was a stupend- ous. a blinding, success. It was silent with the silence of acue en- joyment; it was noisy with the noise of uncomfortable enthusiasm. The house yelled and roared and held its breath, and yelled and roared again.
 She was the whole program. There was n ballet. of course, and a very good one. She herself had only three people appearing with her, and they were mere adjuncts, though useful and appropriate ones. Her dances were danced alone.
 Judy had three changes of scene. First came n Greek scene, in which she did three different dances--a woodland dance, a girl playing ball and n moonlight idyl to the music of Pan pipes.
 The next was m elaboration of the Italian night that she had danced nt Alan Steyne's and here shes had on the stage boy who played the guitar.
 The third was series Of old English dances. which brought down the house. Judy. ns Jack-ln- the-G Green. was simply irresistible. | laughing out of her little green