The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-11-09
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 JUDITH GRANT, beautiful Greenwich Village artists model and dancer, shares her apartment with CLARISSA MORLEY, known as Chumnny, . beautiful girl who lost her memory seven years ago when ALAN STEYNE, artist, her lover, abruptly disapnaared. and who has been affected mentally ever since. Steyne reappears, and Judith and BASTIEN DUMONT, another artist, bring him to ChuTnny; but Chummy fails ut- terly to recognize him, and . doctor tells him that she probably will never regain her memory. Steyne, who has inherited enough money to make him fairly prOs- porous, provides medical. attention tries to bring her memory back to her, but-to Judith's disnay-- seems. more interested in Judith than in Chummy. Finally he tells Judith frankly that he IS not in love with Chumnly, explaining that he had been infatuated with her in the old days but that he had never dreamed that his dis appearances would affect her as it did. He cannot marry her, he says, unless she recoyers her memory and feels that he is honor bound to do so.
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 CHAPTER v.
 A week later Alan Steyne came into the Cafe Turc, where Judy was eating her sausage sandwich after another exhausing morning with Max Dickbread.
 T say, will you have dinner with me tonight and go to a show?'' he asked eagerly.
 "Can't," the girl replied. "Chum- my's got another cold--a bad one"
 "Oh, but couldn't you come alone?" His voice was little more eager still. "It's my birthday
 T couldn't leave Chummy," she said.
 But couldn't you get someone to stay with her? There's that nice girl in your building"
 "Clara Jenks!" Judy's voice trembled a little. She was strpg- gling between desire and a sense of duty. Well, I dare say she would stay with Chummy. She's out of a job just now. But"
 Judy heaved several sighs as she went up the last of the seven flights to Chummy's room. On the way she had called on Clara Jenks, and had asked her if she would supper. Clara agreed with alacri- ty. She was, the soul of good 'na- ture--a struggling artist, born comedienne who never got a part that suited her. At the moment she was out of work.
 Judy then told Chummy of the invitation. Chummy was delighted, and said that of course Judy must go.
 ."He wanted you to go, too,' Judy replied emphatically. we shan't have half such a good time, .Chummy, darlingw 4
 She hugged her friend. Chummy was very hot, and said she wanted to sleep.
 she felt reverish herself. Her heart beat very fast and loud. It was the first time she had ever known that she had 8 heart. Her conscience was troublesome, too. She knew that she wanted to go to dinner and a show with Alan Steyne more than she had ever wanted to do anything in all her life: and she was glad that Chum- my had a cold!
 It was all instinctive. Judy was easily excited and that strange flutter in her breast was a new sensation.
 Judy had only one dress suitable for such an occasion. It had be- longed to Max Dickbread's sister. He had painted Judy in 1t, and had told her to, keep 1t. It was golden. with a gorgeous sash of flame ana emerald. The neck was cut round' and 1t had tiny sleeves Of gold iace. Above each ear Judy fastened a flame-colored velvet poppy.
 Over her dress she threw a black-yeIvet cloak of rather taw- dry material, but made in a fashionable shape. Her only pair of white gloves were soiled, so she carried them in her hands.
 She went in to be admired by Chummy, Steyne ran up the stairs, punctual to the moment. He greeted Chummy, and they went off immediately.
 They dined at a smart restaurant where Judy had never been before. It was a real gala night. There were violets on the table and they drank champagne. The lights were shaded with some blue stuff that looked like the sky. The women wore wonderful clothes. AL the table next to them a white -haired woman, with black eyes and rose metal akin. was wearing some pearls that made Judy's big eyes nearly start out of her head.
 At first the girls thoughts were an with the absent Chummy; put eradually. under the influence or inc food and the wine and the soft music. Chummy,s image faded, and fine luxurious surroundings all seemed to merge into the hand some face and the laughing eyes on the other side of the small table. N She had Title conscious ness of what they talked about; She knew that it was deiightfui talk-rather silly, probably but 1t made a glow round her heart.
 Then 1t was time to go on 70 the opera house. Steyne gatheree up the violets on her table ana gave them to her. As they passed out of the restaurant he said with touch of shyness in his low voice:
 "You are looking most awfully we'll tonight"
 AS she put on her cloak. Judy looked at herself in a mirror. Her own face looked strange to her. She certainly needed neither paint nor powder, and there was a stirry shine In her eyes that had never heen there before. She was no longer gaudy, like q dyed nar-
 In the lobby. as they were wait- ing for a cab, a big man stared hard at Judy. Then he bowed, smiled, and fixed his small. pale eyes admiringly on her. Something in his look made her flush. and she gave him curt nod of recog- milton.
 "who's that fellow?" steyne