The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-11-10
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JUDITH GRANT. beautifuI Greenwich Village artists model, shares her attic apartment with CLARISSA MORLEY, known as Chunmy, beautiful girl who lost ner memory seven years ago when ALAN STEYNE, her lover, abruptly disappeared, and who has been mentally affected ever since. Steyne reappears, and Judith and BASTIEN DUMONT, an artist who loves Judithh, are range for . meeting between him and Chummy; but Chumny fails utterly to recognize him. Steyne calls often to SC the two girls, and explains to Judith that he and Chumny had never planned to be married but had merely been vic- times of Q youthful infatuation which he had always supposed that Chummy had OutgrOwn as easily as he did. He takes Judith to 9 thcater party and on their return kisses her and tells her Inc is in love with her; but just at that moment Judith learns that Chummy has contracted pneu. mOnia and may not recover. She tells Steyne Rie hates him, and dashes off to take care of the girl.
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 Chummy came very near to death. She was so i'll that one night Doctor O'Shane spent five ous that night, and her high pitched chatter seemed to fill the building. There was no deep, bell like sound in that thin, restless voice.
 Judy spent most of the time on the landing, and often Clara Jenks Joined her. Clara could not help looking on the sunny side of things, and she made Judy laugh in the midst of her misery-which was 8 very good thing.
 Judy did not go much into her friends room. At first Doctor O'Shane would not let her do so and afterward she felt a reluctance that had it's rotos in the memory of Alan Steyne's embrace at the foot of the stairs. She did not know how she was ever going to face Chummy again. She had thought herself sick about that night, pic- turing Chummy light t-headed and burning with fever, instinctively seeking the place wheer was en- shrined all she had ever known of happiness and love.
 Before the end of the week the crisis was over, and care, nourish- ment, and rest were all that Chummy required.
 "She had 8 much stronger con- thought" said pr o'shane. "when she picks up, she'll be all right again; but, Miss Judy, it's your self I'll have to be prescribing for next. You're looking altogether too much like a snowdrop-though, sure. there's no fault to be found with the little flower itself."
 Judy was a very bad house. keeper, and Clara Jenks had taken it on herself to buy food and other necessaries for her. Judy handed over her purse with a ssigh of re- in a day or two, that the huxuries and delicacies that Clara provided could not possibly have come out of that slender store.
 She taxed Clara with it on the day after Chummy finally turned the corner and began to struggle back to life.
 Clara, you're spending your own money on us! But, no, you haven't got any, I'm sure. Clara. where are you getting money from?" A sus- picion made Judy flush and frown. ''Is 1t MT Steyne?" she cried ex- citedly. "You're not taking money from him, Clara, are your"
 Clara confessed that she was.
 "I thought it was all right" she said, with her quaint, blunt face screwed up into an expression of contrite surprise. "He said he was an old friend"
 "Where have you seen him?" asked Judy Judy's accusing voice.
 "Why, he came to inquire twice. don't know where you