The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-11-14

had tried to, and it was the kind of love that she did not want.
 But Gideon was different. He disarmed her from the beginning by his deferential attitude. He con tinued to consult her, to seek her opinion, to treat her as he might have treated d girl of his own world. He took her to swell restaurant and never saw that her clothes were out of place, or that she did not wear gloves. or that her makeup was badly put on.
 Judy had resumed her likeness to a dyed narcissus, and that night she looked as gaudy and terrible as 1t was possible to be. She knew all that-knew 1t by comparing herself with the other women, with their strikingly simple clothes and their sparse but splendid jewelry. She was nervous and laughed loudly. She spilled a glass of wine over the cloth-which brought three walters to mop it up and juggle the table into order again.
 But Gideon had only elaborated that idea of his that they were two friends, exploring each others separate domain. This was his world, or a part of it. The next time they met he wanted to come to hers, to have a glass of wine at the Cafe Turc. or to go and dance to the Lemon Grove.
 A day or so later she nerved herself for a talk with Chummy. She had not seen Alan Steyne since she left hi matter luncheon to go out to Vincent Stornaway's.
 Chummy had come in, alert and vigorous, like the young Diana with whom Stornaway had com pared her. She had been making arrangements to return to Vel ford's art school and take up her painting again. A few hours spent at an easel had proved to her that neither hand nor eye nor brain had lost its craft.
 Her aunt, Miss Morley, had in- sisted on giving her an allowance until she found her feet. It was very little, but it seemed a fortune to Chummy. She was 25. she had just come to life again and she had such wonderful friends!
 Judy, I shall do something-I know I shall!" she cried, flinging away her battered hat and throw ing out her long, thin arms in a sweeping gesture of victory. "Have you seen MT Steyne to- day?" asked Judy, all smiles of ad- miring devotion. "Of course, you'll be great artist-the best of the lot!"
 "Yes, saw Alan this morning. He's gone back to Welford's. too. He's going to take up painting again." :.
 "He says he never could paint"
 That's rubbish. Of course he can!" And Chummy flushed glo- riously in praise of her beloved. And when are you going to be married, you two?" asked Judy. Chummy's face put on the re- served look that always slightly awed her friend.
 "Please don't talk about that, Judy" she said. You see, it's still all SO strange. I mean"-she paused a moment, because all her | instincts were against hurting In the very faintest degree the feel ings of this friend who had been her guardian angel in her time of distress-"I mean that Alan and I must get used to each other all over again."
 Judy, frankly speaking, could not understand these reticences, these subtle delicacies of her friends mind.
 But you are going to marry him ?" she asked, her purple eyes opening wide.
 "Oh. yes!" And Chummy's face glowed with soft rapture.
 You love him most awfully, don't you. Chummy darling ?" There was an almost hysterical catch in Judy's voice.
 The elder girl came up to her, took her hand and held it for a moment against her own cheek. Then she spoke, and her voice was solemn.
 Judy, do you know. it's rather like a dream to me, but 1t seems to me that all the time l was queer-and you know 1t was years and years-I was only living for the day when Alan came back. Of course. didn't know it. but 1t was there deep down inside me. Though loved him when he went away. love him so much more now that l can't express it. And that's what makes me a little afraid of happiness, don't you see? It's come upon me so suddenly, even though it's 70 old"
 There was q silence, during which Judy hoard her own heart- beats.
 "Darllng Chummy." she said. you're going to be the happieBt girl in the world!"
 ~ am" answered Chummy in n lew voice, and with deep sigh.
 The next evening Judy took f.anan. ftrnva aho and0 him