The Washington times., 1934-12-22

viously at last, "she has every
thing!"
"Yes," he echoed, absorbed. "She
has everything!"
"Beauty-money-clothes-free.
dom - everything" Julie pro.
nounced an indictment.
And sweetness beyond all be-
lief" Stuart added softly to him.
self, studying sketch Of her face.
Julie heard. Dark jealousy rose
in her throat to choke her. She
wanted to rage, and scream, to
throw things around. But she con-
trolled herself by violent effort.
She knew we'll that so-called tenn
permanent made no appeal to Stu
art. Sweetness! . Well, she could
be sweet, too, if she were loved.
Chapter III
"Are you-a are you going to
marry her, Stuart?"
There was long silence. The
artist gathered up the sketches
and tied them back into the port
folio.
I'm not marrying anyone, Julie
I wouldn't ask anyone to share my
poverty. When I Succeed-that's S
another story Besides, she isn't
in love with me-"
Julie could not believe that. She
was feveriShly anxious to read that
letter and judge for herself.
"Shan I see you down." Stuart
asked presently. She had a one
room apartment in The Rosalind
Arms" at the foot Of the hill, in
which she sometimes stayed.
IT thought I wouldn't go down
tonight. let Rita Randall have
the apartment for a day or two
Fright. Mind If I turn IMP"
He carried the portfolio back
into his room. When she heard
him Splashing in the bathroom, she
stole into his bedroom to see If she
could get a look at the letter. A
hasty search convinced her that
he had taken it into the bath with
him. She got out of the room IN
the nick of time when she heard
him returning. Then she stood
outside his door and silently up.
braided herself for an idiot. Wha'
would there have been strange
about finding her there when he
returned?
She sat in the studio, waiting
She heard the bed creak. His
light was still on. Then she heard
the crackle of paper. He was
reading the letter again. After
an interminable time, the light
went out, He had forgotten to
say goodnight.
She got up and went into the
other little bedroom and tore off
the black pajamas savagely.
The Letter
At midnight she stole into
Stuart'S room. She slipped ike a
little ghost over to the bed and
listened. She could not hear him
breathe, but he must be asleep
She felt carefully over the top
of the night-stand for the letter
"What is it, Julie?" he spoke
suddenly.
OIL didn't want to wake
VOL up-but I got Scared-1
heard Something"
what did you hear?"
Somebody - somebody prowl
ing, I think" ,s,
awake. There hasn't been a
sound. Get back to bed or you'll
catch cold"
In the morning it was ridic
ulously easy to read the letter
He had left it under his pillow
where she found it when she
went to make up his bed. Com
functions were unknown to Julie
"Dearest Stuart" she read
"Here we are, back in the land
of the brave. New York is fright
fully hot already and I long tol
nv cool, toggy California. We're
coming soon-Soon! Mother Il
wiring Brooks to open the house
I want to talk to you hours anc
hours. I want the response Of
those steady, standby eyes Of
yours. I've had experiences
lad, experiences! Oh, you shall
hear! Isn't this just the best
world you ever lived in? I've hac
such a scrump time! I've livec
whole mother lifetime in the
last 1S months. But. OF all the
mobiles, princes, dukes and king'