The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1937-07-30
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BY HELEN WELSHlMER COPYRIGHT, 1897 SERVICE,
BY HELEN WELSHIMER
CAST OF CHARACTERS

JUDITH IRVING, heroine. Am
eriea's best dressed woman.
PHILIP IRVING, Judith's es-
trangsd husband.
MARTA ROGERS JOdi'h' RI
BRUCE KNIGHT, author, Ju-
dith's old elsssmate.
MILLICENT BAYNE. Bruecs
protege.
Yesterday: Judith suffers her
hrst suspicious about Marta and
Phil. They arc confirmed when
Phil telephones, I'm being de-
tanned"
CHAPTER II
Promising Phil that she would
make his apologies, Judith held
the receiver of the telephone in
frightened hand. She knew that
he had no conference. no client,
no business. He was taking Marta
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. Shr SIR Sh Shrda
Rogers TO dinner. She knew 1t,
and vet she wanted TO keep that
telephone connection which bound
her to her husband. When 1t
broke. he would go back TO the
other woman.
Phil didn't play casually with
women. His devotion and fidelity
were the talk of their circle.
Maybe that very thing left him
open TO q Scheming woman of
Martha Rogers type. She made
q haSty decision.
"I'm tired. Phil. I'm skipping
the party, too.
His voice was surprised when
he answered. Worried. too, but
she could not tell il il was for
her or because he felt compunc-
ton now baout CRYING out his
own plans. you're not i'll? Judy,
Pll skip the whole business and
come home as soon as can.
That's what you want, isn't 1t,
DEAR"
Don't come until you're
ready" she answered. "Pll be
lazy ana redus
Phil preferring somebody else
1t was preposterous! Of course
il would be over in a week, a
month. 0r-would il? For six
years he had preferred her. >.
Judith Irving, you are acting
like a fishwife." she upbraided
that still white face in the mirror
over the telephone table. Oh,
every place she looked today
there were mirrors! mo, go walk
home. Get so tired that nothing
will look as good as a hot bath
and a deep chair and pot of
tea. Hurry"
As she started up the avenue,
a pleasant voice spoke at her
shoulder. Maybe we met on
walk somewhere She turned to
see Bruce Knight. She felt oddly
pleased. 81 hate teas" he said,
smiling diSarmingly.
$50 do l." she answered. But
/ go to hundreds of them"
"Why do we do it,"
She answered, explaining il
more TO herself tina nto him.
"My husband likes them the
geniality after the days work. /
like people but not in crowds. /
feel that my thoughts are being
stepped on"
"Have you seen my play YETI"
he asked presently.
She shook her head, dark and
shining under the simple blue
sailor that matched the hyacinth
jacket. "It's a sellout. We have
TO wait until we can get seats"
'1'll send you tickets"
A boy and girl from Pittsburgh,
walking together again. She
thanked him as she turned off at
the street which led over to the
East river and her apartment. He
would send two seats, of course.
She had a premonition that she
would be seeing the play alone.
But she didn't call of her en-
gagement. Instead she left a note |
for Phil and went. He came when |
the play that followed the dinner
was half over.
There were photographers in
the lobby during the intermission
and Judith smiler and posed while
her frocks was being photograph
ed. Best dressed woman = Phil
stood near, smiling at her. Sud-
denly she became aware that the
old warmth was missing. He was
giving her a courteous gesture.
He looked amused, a little criti-
cal.
That was the reason for the
perplexity in her face in the pic
lures next day. The dress had
photographed perfectly. II was
white silk crepe with bands of
gold and silver embroidery that
edged the cape and the panels
and made the belt. She had arisen
early to have breakfast with Phil
and she smiled as she showed him
the paper. He looked at the pic
tured face, and when his eyes
searched her own face they were
troubled.
Are you i'll, judy"
''No, Phil dear. Why"
would trip help you? Paris
perhaps?"
fT don't think So" Oh, if you
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