The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-12-07
She would not allow herself think about him at all.

One evening, crossing the avenue on her way to her lodgings, she met Bastien- Dumont. She. gave him a brilliant smile.
 "Why, Bastien, I suppose you thought I was dead!" she cried.
 Nothing of the sort" he an- swered roughly. Don't I hear you talked about every minute of the day? I can't open a newspaper without seeing your name. You're in for a boom, Judy-and a real one this time! Who is it that's taken you up-that Gideon fellow?"
 Judy looked at him with supreme scorn.
 "Thank you, Bastien-Tm not taking any insults" she said. T have not seen MT Gideon for weeks. I don't know where he is."
 Then who's backing you?"
 "A friend of M. Guarvenius. It is purely a business proposition, she added with immense dignity.
 "The Monopole-that's where you're coming out. But who's doing it all?"
 "Mr Wyon-the gentleman who owns the theater."
 "Oh, that crank?" cried Dumont, in evident relief.
 Why do you call MT sWyon a crank?" she asked.
 "Oh, everybody knows he is! AL ways up to some extraordinary game"
 Thank you, Bastien!"
 Judy, don't be cross! I know you're going to make terrific hit. Nobody knows it better than I do. say, you never come to the cafe now"
 q never have time."
 Come along now"
 "I'll come and have some food at Ginoris, if you like" she answered. 1 I'm ravenous."
 He assented eagerly.
 Judy was shabbier even than us- ual, and there was an unnatural light m her eyes. She ate silently and voraciously. Dumont had had his dinner, and watched her drink ing Chintai diluted with mineral water and lemon juice. It was sufs focatingly hot in the restaurant. When Judy began to talk, she told him everything with perfect frankness. He was still her best friend, the one person on whom she could always rely. She made that i quite clear. SAe had made no new friends among the people she was | now associated with. MT Wyon was very kind, but old. He was just a | business man. He believed in her because Guarvenius had believed in her. She had only seen him three times in all.
 Her manager, Gaston North, was very silent individual. He was very ugly. red-haired and freckled, with a ginger mustache and horrid teeth. She thought he must go to bed with his pipe in his mouth.
 He was wonderful at his job, about scene painting and almost everything about music. The con- ductor of the orchestra was a young Hugarian, blind in one eye, He made his men play the most heavenly music.
 Not that its really any better generously. II did enjoy dancing to your fiddle that night at MI Steyne's."
 This brought Bastien back te personal matters. While he watch. | Cu AlCl AbNC, oAA ShC OAN misery throbbed in his heart ant hammered in his brain. Judy, is everybody mad?" h. asked. "Of course you know tha Chummy didn't marry Steyne?"
 "Of course I do."
 What did you make of it; Where is he now?"
 He went to Paris-so Chummy told me. She is at the seacoast."
 "Yes, I knew that"
 Darling Chummy, she's writer to me and I've never answered her What pig I am! must write to night" What do you make of it. Judy?'
 "Oh, Bastien, I don't know Chummy always tells the truth you know that. She said she found out that she liked her work bette : than she did MT Steyne." Well, I don't believe it, Judy There must have been something else"
 (To Be Continued) |