Evening star., 1932-03-06
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there, watching the fishing fleet come
In, picturesque wet brown nets in the
bottom of the launches. Watching the
lumber boats, down from the Sound
Or feeling her heart following the great
ocean liners as they cautiously nosed
their way through the Gate
The Italian fishermen became used
to the exotic figure who came down to
sit on the wharf every day. Judy, in
smart knit sports suits and small
French hats was queer contrast to
these surroundings.
She became a voluntary recluSe for
the most part. Only when Mary came
up to the city did she enjoy companion
ship. But there was system in her
days. She ate at regular hours. She
joined an athletic club and learned to
swim Three times a week she went
by herself for half an hour swimming
in the tank. And gliding through the
limpid pale green water, or floating on
her back, looking up into the curved
marble ceiling Judy found her mind
reverting to that swimming party at
the old beach house. The laundering
terror of great waves breaking over
her head-and Nick's strong brown
arms his steadying voice as-he
pulled her out of the surf
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little sadly. Then. she had cared so
tremendously about Stan Or no,
it was about the person she had
thought Stan to be. Now she knew
that the Stan she had loved had never
really existed. She had been loving
idolater, bowling down to an image
which she created herself.
other women, seeing the pretty,
smartly clothed girl so often at the
club. tried to be friendly Judy was
courteous but distant. She wanted no
one. She had learned to distrust
people.
Mary gave her the gossip Of Lock-
wood. There was much talk of her
departure. Among Mary's set, much
criticism of Stan for his treatment and
his subsequent behavior.
Stan seems bent on burning himself
up as quickly as possible" Mary said
one day, as they sat over lunch in
Judy's apartment. Hes almost con-
stantly with Dart Towers in the day
time, and that hard-drinking country
club set. And at night he's mostly at
Amy's or Eunice's. He and Eunice are
never alone-I think he's ultra care
full about that :. doesn't want to give
you any loophole to reach him. But
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Fred Wilson watching-Judy, tell you,
some day that man will blow up! And
when he does, heaven help the inno-
cent bystander, because it will be a
slaughter"
You mean . he's jealous of Stan" :"
II mean that Eunice is going to hang
herself if you give her enough rope.
And. the Lord knows, rope isn't miss
ing!" Then Mary abruptly changed the
subject.
Saw another Of your good friends
the other day-Georgia de Haas. Stop
ped me on the street and asked about
you. Looking for information! Yet.
oddly enough, she seemed to know your
address. That woman has an uncanny
faculty for finding things out"
Eunice Georgia Stan . &.
They seemed echoes of another life. 1t
seemed to Judy that she had been here
in this apartment by herself for a thou
sand years. Like-she thought little
desperately-a ship in land-locked
harbor, idly rocking and rotting away.
Would anything ever happen again!
But not even Judy's widest dreams
could guess what the future was crash
ing down upon her.
(Tomorrow-A Surprising Visitor)