The Washington times., 1933-02-01
She Won Her Mate With
Cavewoman's s Weapons


keen eye ran down the type
written record. This seems
in order. You checked it up,
OF course?"
She nodded.
Then you can go. And
thanks very much" He looked
directly at her, noting for the
first time the transparent
pallor of her face. why, you
look terribly tired, Miss Brian"
he said, a note of alarmed COM
Function in his voice. "Sit
down for a minute. Can I get
anything for you--a glass of
water, or anything?"
Quite Upset
"It's nothing" Judith man.
aged to blurt out, though she
was all of a sudden conscious
that an etching of the late
Mr.. j. P. Morgan on the wall
above her was lurching up and
down in the funniest manner.
She put out her slim white
hand and caught the edge of
Barry's desk to steady herself.
for indeed the whole room, in
Guiding Barry himself, seemed
to be swaying most oddly.
Here. Take this chair"
With very strong but very gen.
tie hands Barry Deane pushed
Judith down into a deep
leather-covered chair with a
tilted back which fairly en-
folded the slight form of Ju-
dith. He stepped over to a
great glass jar in a corner Of
the room, and brought water
in a paper cup, and made her
drink every drop Of Il.
"I feel that I'm to blame for
this" he said in his charming,
well-bred voice as he hovered
anxiously above her. Nov
just you keep still"
The world seemed to float
away from Judith as she lay
with closed eyes against the
russet leather chair that car
ried the bright tones of au-
tumn. 1t formed a lovely back
ground for her beauty that
was white now like snow
drop, fragile and dropping.
There were purple shadows ur-
derneath her eyes, under the
thick tanple of dark laSheS.
Her softly rounded cheeks
were waxen pale, and a warm
wave of pity swept over Barry
Deane as he stood helplessly
looking down at the face OF
this young girl that was so
touching in it's fatigued beauty.
1t was all his fault-what a
brute he'd been-impulsively he
lifted a cold little hand between
his two warm palms and started
chatting it.
Tim sorry" murnured
Judith family. "I-In be all
right in minute"
He felt a clumsy fool as he
stood there trying to infuse
some warmth into her hands
curiously disturbed by the sud.
den revelation of the beauty OF
this girl whom for months he
had regarded-if he ever no
ticed her at all - as merely a
capable adjunct in a business
office.
Other Girls
Thoughts vivid as motion pic
lures went flashing through his
mind, of other, more fortunately
placed girls he knew and in
whose world he moved, whose
lives formed such a contrast to
that of this young girl whom
circumstances had forced to
earn her daily bread beyond her
strength for as today - ten
hours at stretch A feeling
of overwhelming pity took him
so that he could have knelt at
her feet and humbly begged her
pardon.
And mixed with this was an
other emotion more disturbing
still he was astonished at
himself, but it was there -: to
take this lovely child into his
arms and carry her away and
care for her and make her
bloom as Nature had intended
her to bloom, far from the roar
and rush of Wall Street :.
Judith's lashes suddenly flut-
tered, and the faintest color
tinged her cheek bones that. in
Celtic fashion, were set rather
high in her heart-shaped face.
It was as though a lamp were
lit in an alabaster vase or,
by the force of his pity and anx-
iety, as if the young man had
galvanized a marble Galatea
into life.
Her eyes opened, and met his,
and held them. It seemed to
Barry then as though he were
looking into the deep, limpid
pools that the tide leaves among
the rocks. He wanted to look
down and down into her eyes
and a dizzying feeling came to
him that he would like to drown
in those clear depths.
ITO Be Continued)
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