The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-12-02
DANCING JUDITH " %SV COPYRIGHT N CHELSEA HOUSE
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strained ears caught the sound of a taxicab stopping in the street be- low, and laughing voices were waited up through the summer air.
 They all came tumbling up the stairs. No one could be dull or de- pressed for moment when Tony Leigh and Michael Stone were about. Bastien had his violin case. At the door they had met Frank Hylton. Alan's school chum, a thin giant with a keen face, whose mahogany tan made his eyes, eye brows and hair look almost white. | He was introduced to Judy, who promptly attached him to herself in her perfectly open and un- ashamed way.
 Judy is going to dance," an- nounced Chummy, beaming with pride. Judy, did Alan show you the other rooms, and his kitchen, and his garden?"
 "No," Judy answered, tossing her bright head, as Dumont tuned up his violin. 'T wanted to stay here. This room is lovely. I'll see the others later. You were a long time coming. What happened ?"
 "Bastien had forgotten his key: and we had to rouse his landlady."
 "so like Bastien!" said Judy carelessly. We thought you'd broken down."
 She was skimming about the room, while the others leisurely disposed themselves to watch her dance.
 There was a wide, low divan against the wall, at right angle with the piano. Chummy sat on it between Tony Leigh and Hylton. Michael stone sat on the floor, on some cushions, at the other end or the room. Alan picked up the rugs and thew them into a corner. Then he came and sat down beside Hyl- ton.
 whats it going to be, Judy7" Michael stone called out.
 The girl, still wearing her shab- by black cloak, danced up to Bas- tien, and, standing on tiptoe, whis- pered to him. He nodded, and Alan wondered if it were only he who saw the pain in Dumont's eyes.
 Judy ran to the door and called out to ask Steyne where the she extinguished two of the three ldULP6, ACdNAh6 ShC AOOlAA Ah PeSA seSS- darkness.
 Dumont burst into a gay, light, fiorid melody, reminiscent of Mo- zart in his most Italian style. It was clear and polished, like 0 string of gems. Dumont was quite 6 violinist, and but for the fact that one must be & veritable mas ter to succeed publicly, he might have been heard of by the world. The music went on for two or three minutes. Judy seemed to have disappeared; then, suddenly, she leaped into the middle of the room, like a firefiy glittering on dark foliage at the coming of night.
 Alan shut his eyes every now and then during the dance. There was no doubt what 1t was-an Italian night, an orange grove under hot moon, and that little vivid figure. now firefly, now a half-human elf, and again joyous maiden picking the golden fruit, reaching up, up, up to the highest boughs. It was all there-all in those nim- ble feet, in those thin arms, in that bright head. He stared out of the open win- dows. The night was deepening. and it spread a curtain of deep blue. He looked back again, and there was all the charm and won- der of the south.
 It was very short dance. The golden feet began to move more slowly; the daring leaps were no more; the orange and yellow. Of Judy's dress ceased to be an in- carnate flame. Languorously, gent ly, swaying like a tired flower, she moved toward the door to a magical waltz tune from Bastlen's violin.
 Alan could bear no more. Chum-