The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-12-15
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CHAPTER xXXV

BaStefn was thrown into fever pitch of excitement, the next day, by receiving an invitation to lunch with Judy, who was staying at a midtown hotel.
 "Oh, Bastein! Oh, Basteinn' she cried when he was shown into one of the public rooms.
 She was the same Judy. These months of intoxicating success had not changed her. The glatter of Paris. the warmth and scents of the Riviera, the glamor of Rome, the insidious sweetness of Naples ---nothing had changed her.
 AAd she was so glad to see him! Her Bastien, her dear, dear Bas- tien. her best friend, her oldest friend, the one person in the world on whom she could always rely! She smiled her flashing smile and her pansy eyes glowed at him, misty with emotion like wet purple flowers. Her lovely mouth laughed and laughed and her little hands drummed on the tablecloth in ex- citement.
 Dumont was translated into heaven. He revealed in happiness for more than an hour, and then common sense forced him down to earth again with bump.
 Judy, everybody is dying to see you," he said. We must have an evening""
 "Yes, of course we must, Bas- tien." Then her face fell. Do you know that I have been here for a week, and have called on Chummy three times and she has never been here? 1 left word each time, but she's never been near me. Oh Bas- tin, I do feel it so. Can l have of tended Chummy? I've written to her-sent her a lot of cards while l was away; only you know I'm pretty bad at writing"
 Her housekeeper's stupid ere ature," he said. Probably she didn't receive your messages.
 You said Chummy was well" Judy went on eagerly; but you haven't told me anything about her. DO tell me everything! l must get hold of her to-day. I'll put every thing else off. I'll simply go and camp on her staircase. Of course, she might not have got my mes- sages." Her voice sank, and she looked at him a little fearfully "Bastein. has she heard from MT Steyne?"
 ''oh, yes, she sees a great dea. of him." Dumont replied. .rr..
 Hes back, then?"
 "Oh, yes, he's back"
 "Bastien"-Judy's voice trem- bled-"have they-do you think"
 You mean, have they made it up, Judy?" he asked Well, there's nothing been said that I know of, but certainly they're always to- gother. know you always thought it was only squabble."
 "I hoped so,' said Judy steadily. "So he really has come back, and she's seen how silly she was! Oh, I'm so glad-I'm so glad!"
 "I tell you. Judy, there's nothing been said about it. They may only be friends"
 "Oh, no Bastien-pm sure it's all right! I always knew 1t would be!'
 Judy and Dumont went off to- gether. It was strange and unreal to zee the walters and the manager Lowing before the great dancer all those men in their black and white, with their dark heads and pale foreign faces, lowing deferen- tially before little Judy Grant.
 Let's walk, Bastien," he said "I do love walking in New York And it's such lovely day."
 He walked as close to her as he dared. Sometimes her shoulder touched his arm and the touch gave them thrill of pain like a knife. He loved her so-and she would never never love him.
 Yes, indeed, she did love him she loved him with a wonderful love; but it was not what he wanted. Still, he must not be un- grateful. Like her, he was humble of heart and he felt that he could never have been worthy of her.
 They found Chummy at work 1T her studio.
 The two girls clasped each other in their arms
 Judy little Judy!" saio Chummy's beautiful deep voice "You're back! oh. how wonderful!' "Chummy, I've been back week and I've called three times, and each time I've left message"
 "I never got any. Judy dear, how splendid you look! And what g wonderful person you are!"
 And you. Chummy-you're love.