Evening star., 1932-01-03

husband smile, Mrs. Stanley Garter !!
Stan, his old handsome, persuasive
self again-swaying her by hlS Sp"A
king good looks. -.
The machine spun along the proao
streets of Lockwood. The trim, expellI
sive shops ct the business dlstrlcI lel,
behind them. Shops Whlch judy ii In
never dreamed could exist IN d ii sIioi,
town. She had an impression OF siliaii
but smart sport-clothes houses; peIloo
furniture shops, groceries, with plate
rIass windows which displayed exotic
looking fruits, imported canned gooas.
A motion picture theater which was
yeritable palace. Judy learned latsr
that it was considered lark LOT tne
Younger set to descend upon the inca
tar at whimsical moments, bar2n9aoeu:
info. NAL, all set for an evening ol
rather young gayety.
The car had turned into long ave
nue. bordered with live oaks Wnlch
met far overhead forming d leafy tun-
mel Of the street. Here and there, SCI
! back behind stone walls and bronze
gates, or hiding coyly in massed SHRUB
berry or beds of we'll tended flowers
she could glimpse large, expensive
hcmes.
Judy watched, fascinated. There was
ace. which at the same time contrlVed
to BE- a Spanish mission in type. she
had a glimpse of bright aWnings-l1W
paved porches with garden chars, a
fountain playing lazily in patlo nlled
with long sunset shadows
"Oh, Stan-that house! It's the love
lest thing I've ever seer! Who lives
there?"
Stan was looking cut of the other
window of the limousine. He did not
seem to have heard her question. She
repeated it, and he spoke, very OIL
hand "Oh. that. People named WI.
son. Look, Judy, there's my place
In minute the car was entering a
long arch of driveway. Judy was look
! ing at her future home.
Nothing of stucco and bright red
| tiles about the Carter house. Nothing
bright at all The house was old,
large frame building whose youth went
| back to the elegant eighties, as the
| gingerbread trimming on the porch
! roof, as the elaborately scrolled cor
nices betrayed. But ugly and even
weatherbeaten as it w2s, there was
! dignity to this old mansion which the
beautiful stucco house had lacked. 1t
was, thought Judy, as though some
oueenly old dowager we're compared
to a beautiful, insipid girl.
The chauffeur was carrying the grips
Stan had helped Judy out. She found
herself walking up the steps at his
side, and fighting painful self-con-
Sciousness.
The door was opened by a Chinese
servant in blue linen, whom Stan ad-
dressed as Pom.
Family at dinner? All right-well
go on in Help Keegan take the things
upstairs to nv rooms. Come on, Judy"
She sensed a tenseness about Stan as
they went along the hall but, for that
matter, there was tenscness ab1ut
hercclf also Fighting down that acute
b7ohf,Ilness, crushing back the childish
des.-2 to turn and flee out into the
! soft. corccaling twilight. a dream,
| that this should be Judy Dennlng,
walking down this long, polished hall
way to nat strange people who were
now 60 as.oIshinglv her relatives. . &.
DrcamMke Impressions of cleaning
! hardwood, Of l2ng, heavy drapes over
the long. ro'roT, old-faShioned win
dows, Of frr,il" portraits in dull, gleam-
ing gold frame.
! They stood in the open entrance Of
/ the dining room. f-c'ng the family
(Tomorrow-The Carters)