Evening star., 1934-04-14
Judith Lane
I'm JEANNE BOWMAN

story?' At that he nearly jumped
through the telephone at me.
However, Judy-girl, in case you
don't already know 1t, your husband
is no longer associated with Morton
Lampere.
"Mathiie had ceased grieving in
Galveston, since Norman won his case
and returned here. She evidently
found she could grieve here as ef
fectively as there and appears now
and then in public places, dressed in
devastating mourning chow that girl
can make clothes speak for herl I
almost smiled at her the other day on
Texas and Main, just because Of the
hat she wore).
"And that reminds me. She framed
Norman into a picture Lampere's
sheet used in their rotogravure. Seems
Mrs. Dale and some other woman
won that fool bridge tournament
Frost of the Union went down to
take their picture. Norman was with
his mother and went out on the ter
race with her, then sat down in
chair to study some papers he hap
pened to be working on.
''Mathile, Mrs. Dale's shadow, was
not far away, She gracefully effaced
herself from Mrs. Dale's side so she
wouldn't interfere with the picture,
and sat down close to Norman. Frost,
having received his orders, took them
in this cozy twosome, then turned his
attention to the other women.
Norman was so absorbed in his
work he didn't know what had hap
pened until he saw the paper. Was
he mad! If Lampere hadn't held
him down he'd have wrecked the
Union, Frost and a few others.
Il wonder if your innocent Scotch
man isn't getting onto the fact that
Lampere is using this stuff to psychol-
ogiZe the public and get future jurors
into believing that Norman is the
man behind the Bevins women's fight
for your money!"
Judith laid the letter aside for a
moment. So that was how that pic
ture was taken, and Norman hadn't
known. No longer with Lampere, he'd
left the firm his grandfather had
founded &. thai meant either tre-
mendouS concession or a tremendous
disillusionment land that was why
he hadn't been able to keep Hillen-
dale.
Poor Norman. She could see the
small-boy look of bewildered pain on
his face. He was too fine to under
stand the motives behind the others.
80 straight his head touches his heels
at times" ella had said.
With maternal fear. she wondered
what this cataclysm would do to him,
embitter him or send his stubborn
chin jutting forward for fresh battle?
II only she could be with him at
least she could write with yelled en-
couragement
There were other pages of gossip
and other letters, but the sight of
Cunard coming up hill waving tele-
grams erased them from her mind.
We've won this far" he greeted.
They're sending an injunction in
from the State Commission, with
rangers to follow. I'll leave in the
morning for Austin. and arrange to
meet Scathborne informally, then if
necessary. We'll have a hearing"
Cunard left Big Tom Town the fol-
lowing morning. Not that we've won
yet, Judy" be admonished. These fell
lows are too slippery to be trusted.
Keep your eyes and ears open and
whenever Slim comes down have him
take you for an air cruise over Scath-
borne's holdings. I'll have list of his
holdings sent up from Del Mar"
A few days later she received word
that Scathborne had agreed TO aban-
don his dam. "He agreed too readily"
wrote Cunard. IT think he has some
thing else up his sleeve. Watch for it,"
Slowly the days passed. Judith
watched the mails eagerly and after
a lapse of time was surprised to find
her last letter to Norman returned un-
opened. A post Office stamp informed
her that the "addressee has moved.
left no forwarding address"
The same mail brought word from
Lige which stilled the fear in Judith's
heart. Mass Norman had dress in
his hawk cloves an gone huntin."
Mrs. Dale, she say she don't know
where he gone, but she amt worrying