The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-11-28
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 JUDITH GRANT, artists model Ives in Greenwich Village will CHUMMY MORLEY, a lovely gir who lost her memory when hcl lover, ALAN STEYNE, went ava! seven years ago. Stcyne returns bu ChumIny fails to recognize him, ani he and Judith fall i'm love. He tell Judith he never loved ChuInmy and never knew Cliummy loved him but Chummy's memory returns suddenly and he feels obligated tt ask her to marry him. Judith nc. ccpts the offer of BRUCE GIDEON rich hnancier, to star her in [ musical show, and begins taking dancing lessons. She refuses to Ills. ten to Stcyne's warning that Gid cons intentions are not honorable Then, by chance, she hears Gideon tell VINCENT STORNAWAY, painter, that he admircs her in tenscly but that she "is not the sort of girl one could marry". She runs home in n rage, and finds Steynt there, waiting to meet Chunmy. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER XXI
 Judy" cried Steyne. What's the mater? Don't do that! oh please don't"
 But she went on sobbing.
 Judy, I can't bear 1t! Is it only that you're overtired, or is there something else?"
 She burst into a string of inar- ticulate sentences, her voice muf- fled in her hands. Alan came near CT, but could only make out the words, repeated over and over again: world!"
 His heart stood still for a mo- ment. Then he dropped on hi' knees beside her and took her ir his strong arms. Judy, little Judy, tell me al about it!'
 His voice was as tender as g | woman's.
 Nothing to tell she blubbered "I hate everybody"
 "Oh, no, Judy-yOu don't hate me! Sweetest, dearest girl. let mic tell you what it is! You're killing yourself with all this work, and with trying to pretend you're gay and having a good time. and al that. Judy, do stop crying, or you'l break my heart! I know what 1t Is you love me and l love you. love you, God knows, more than can ever say. We're trying to live an impossible life, and that's why you say it's horrible world. Il isn't a horrible world 1t ought tC be a perfectly beautiful world. Oh Judy, do give up this foolish, idiotit utterly impossible life"
 The crisis passed. Judy's sobs grew less and less violent. Pushing Alan away from her, she got ul and went to the tall, walnut-framed mirror that hung between the two windows. Taking out her powder puff, she began to wipe away the tear marks that had made havoc of her face.
 She laughed hysterically.
 "I'm all stripes! What a sight! I'm n fool-that's what am!"
 "No, Judy-you are the real Judy when you cry and show that you are unhappy" said Alan pas sionately. His eyes dwelt hungrily on her droll, garish little face. You are only a sham when you pretend you are having a good time."
 q don't pretend!" she exclaimed q work hard, let me tell you That's why I broke down just now I'm dog tired"
 Judy, don't you at least owe me the truth?"
 ''It is the truth"
 "No, 1t isn't. The truth is that love you and you love me-
 CT don't"
 "Yes, you do. You ought to lei me tell CIarissa that I only care for her as a friend, and that you and I love each other and want tt get married. You know as well al | do that she'd much rather know and then 1t would be beautifu world"
 Judy had been fighting for self possession while he was speaking Now she stood. carefully using thu powder puff, her face somewhat re- stored, her features composed. Only in the pansy eyes still fingered thu mistiness of those heart-broker tears.
 Now, listen, sonny" she said 1T A voice that was intended to bs very matter of fact. We'll never talk about this again. I'm not lead ing an idiotic and impossible life I'm working very hard. I'm tryini to be a dancer, and I'm told hav' a good chance.
 T was silly to cry. but I'm tired and I've been walking fast. and it'i beastiy hot. But this is what wan to say--once and for all: If vol were to toll Chummy everything and she were to beg me on hei knees to marry you--that's wha she'd do, bless her heartl-I would n't-~f wouldn't-I wouldn't Yoi oo s,,f y.naka ma aaA that bfQck'I