The Waterbury Democrat., 1937-07-29
Beginning TheStory of a WOnan'S Unsuitable Desire For
 Clothes
CHAPTER I


 at the most exclusive courtu- rier's in New York, Judith Irving felt the tremendous rhythm, the daring, the grandeur of it. Now the slim white buildings that barri- caded the horizon were slashed with rain, and the tip of the Empire State building caught lightning and flung it like a slim green banner of fire.
 Green fire Judith looked down at the dinner jacket, she wore, a jacket whose vivid d/green was a bright light against the storm-black of the heavy crepe dress. There was a similarity
 From the striking cheval mir TOTS in the dressing room, she watched her striking, slender, black haired selves walk back and forth. Tomorrow the newspapers would announce that she, Mrs. Philip God frey Irving, had paid $500 for that jacket, that she had purchased five other jackets as costly-one in sil- yer, one in Coronation pink, one in royal gold, blue that was slip . pery and a white that was dull and powdery. Best dressed woman .ll Ainerical Best dressed woman in the world, some artists and stylists said.
 Suddenly, with the swift, 1.-the grace that distinguished her. she seated herself before the mirrors, studied her effect. There was light knock on the door. She turned casually. It ! ould be only Annette, with the pale blue evening dress adorned with scarves of long flame crepe which she would wear to din- ner and the theater tonight.
 Come in," she said quietly, no hirt of disturbance in her voice.
 IL wasn't Annette. It was the woman about whom she had been thinking when she sat down to study herself before the mirrors.
 Darling, I'm stealing your huS- band for an hour or two." the new conner said gaily but her eyes weren't laughing. You don't mind. do you?"
 Judith wanted to say: DO mind? mind 50 much that l have to clench my hands to keep from telling you what think of youl I mind so much that l can't see why Phil wants to be bored for one half second-" But she didn't. Instead, she answered easily and nonchalantly: He told me. 1de said he was having tea with a beautiful woman who wanted help about investments, and I guessed you. Have 6 good time and rescue him from the cinnamon buns. He's the handsomest man I know but the wasitline may creep out on him."
 She saw Marta Rogers blue eyes widen in surprise, and applauded herself, even while she hated her. self, for using the possessive marital touch to show the other woman that 1t was she who bore Phil's name and kept his home.
 WHEN Mrs. Rogers had gone, W and Judith was dressed in her brown wool ensemble whose jacket of hyacinth blue had but terifies done in warmer colors she seated herself once more at her mirror. Intently she looked Into her own cloudy gray eyes.
 at.ll 1kaiI a That Is, as much as one human being could belong to another: It had been. that way for six years TOW. They didn't just love each other they liked each other, which was even more important.
 Phil He wasn't handsome. Rugged was Q better word. Tall, broad shouldered, slim waisted, with rough-edged blond hair and blue eyes that some seafaring relative has given him. He had worked his way through college where he had been an All-Ameri- can football star. A wealthy grandfather, who had disinherited Phil's father, had taken an inter- est in him after that, helped him through law school and had left him his money. Now, at 34, Phil was not only rich, but a brilliant and successful young corporation lawyer.
 sitting before the mirror, with the storm beating against the win doWs, Judith relived a scene of the night before. The telephone had rung and she had answered the extension in her dressing room. Already there were voices on the line. Phil's and woman's.
 "Of course, darling. Same time and place." she heard Phil say.
 T plan all my day around that hour" the velvet voice came back. VERY quietly she replaced the V telephone and when she went into the living room where Phil was waiting in his immaculate dinner clothes she was as cool and composed as the silver metallic sheath that wrapped her slim body.
 you're gorgeous" he said. "A movie version of Joan of Arc done in excellent taste"
 She could have answered: Dressed to please my husband" but she put the words away. It was he who had noted the shimmering fabric and suggested gown. If she had not known that he loved her she would have been a little jealous Of sl1e admiration he seemed to seek Sor her clothes. She had told her- aelf now and then that any man ehose wife wrote poetry or played ;he piano 'r.I would have resented lack of admiration. Why shouldn't