The Waterbury Democrat., 1937-08-09

Yesterday: Phil calls Judith, complains because the papers re- port she is rOmancing with Bruce
 Knight. He insists she move on to Reno. Judith hangs up.
 CHAPTER X
 From her place, on the quiet ranch, Judith was aware that the newspapers had not relinquished the story in which she was featured Because she was the best dressed woman in America she was news, high news, to every girl and matron. They knew now, one and all, that she had left devoted husband in order to marry the well-known actor. They would read about her clothes all the more eagerly, sure that they had exercised a charm for Bruce. The couturiers would vel come her. Life was that way.
 Even the messages which Bruce's publicity agent handed to the press had little influence. It was better story to have Bruce marrying Judith chan Millicent.
 The whole incident was getting on Judith's nerves when she vas perusing in desultory fashion one afternoon, to see tall young nan standing on the veranda.
 "Ronnie, where did you come from?" she asked.
 "New York" he answered terse- ly. Have they gone, Mrs. Irving?"
 "Millicent and Bruce? No, they leave tomorrow. Won't you sit down? I'll get Millicent for you. She's resting,
 Judiths heart ached for the boy. He had come to tell Millicent for the last time that he loved her. He did not knew yet that young hearts heal.
 Millicent was half asleep when Judith touched her shoulder.
 "Milly, you have caller. Ron- nie's here"
 "Ronnie!" She sat upright. "When did he get here?"
 Just now. Be kind to him, honey. He loves you rather badly"
 "Oh I know-I know. Oh, Judy, isn't 1t dreadfulP" She began to cry and the slender shoulders shook. Then suddenly she stood up. T haven't much time. I'd better go down.
 Judith saw Millicent and Ron- nie ride of into the sage together. Trey didn't know 1t but she knew it.. Shs saw Bruce come in from an- other door and watch them go. His eyeC looked a lttle frightened. Milli- cent turned sighted him, and blew him a kiss. He waved back.
 Judith picked up the magazine again. It was a mystery and de- tective book of yarns that one of the cowboys had left on the living room table. For lack of anything better she had been glancing at it. Here and there pictures of peo- pie who had figured in sensational rohheries or kidnapings or murders were given. Suddenly her eyes fo- cused on a face. She know it-or a face like it. She sat up straighter in astoinshment. It belonged to Marta Rogers divorced husband, about whom so little was known. Another name captioned the pic- ture. The story said that he had served time for one of the amazing jewel rackets of recent years. He was a genial gentleman with flair for pretty words
 Judith realized that no one knew anything about the Rogerses ex- cept that they had crashed society one year before. armed with letters from abroad. Marta, the pearls, her anxiety to be married to Phil quick ly--all these things coded back to Judith's memory now. Quite possibly Marta knew the tricks of her former husbands trade. Maybe she prac- ticed them, too. She wanted to marry Phil and have legal claims on him before he found out who she was or had been. Poor little fool! She must save Phil. Or could she?
 Judith took the magazine photo- graph to Bruce. Do you know him?" she asked.
 He shook his head. She decided to say nothing. Instead she would return to New oYrk when Bruce and Millivent left the next night.