Henderson daily dispatch., 1938-10-05
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HELEN WELsHlMER-
CHAPTER "a


YOU CAN DO many things
while your heart is breaking. You
can cate you can sleep, you can
smile and gesture and talk. Some
times you can do it so well that no
one guesses that you are mario
nette. performing on lot of invisi-
BILE strings.
That was the way it was with
Judy during the next few days.
Once more she was acclaimed
Those same reporters who had
been so quick to seize her picture
when she had been connected with
the Danceland story, welcomed the
opportunity to herald the design
contest. They told the public that
she would be an assistant to Cor
deli. They discovered her hotel
address, printed it, and telephone
calls, notes, invitations, flowers
from old friends VINO had not
known where she was, came in.
Judy was too tired at night to
think. Now and then a crooked
smile and the flash of pair of
gray eyes would puncture dream,
and she would waken, remember
ing.
Judy had pile of clippings of
her own venture. She paid no at
tention to her fathers comeback,
though the stories sometimes
linked that event with her own
success. He had pushed her away
when she had needed him. She
would not go home.
She did move, though. This time
she chose an apartment in an old
red brick house in the lower
twenties,. east of Fifth avenue. She
had the top floor rooms-a great,
beamed living room with a fire.
place that was fianked by book
shelves, dormer windows that
opened on the street, a smaller
bedroom, and kitchenette. She
had been given the bedroom suite,
the chaise lounge, the desk and
lounging chairs of her own room
at the apartment, as gift, so she
sent for them with no twinge of
conscience. Q
Coralee came over and helped
hem cushions, hang prints and
draperies, arrange furniture.
When everything was ready,
Judy went down the street to a
flower stand and bought lavishly-
purple violets whose blooming was
limited to q night; fragile yellow
roses; en- armful of old-fashioned
flowers. She bought candles, too.
She had home.
Not q place to stay until it was
time 70 join her mother in some
hotel abroad. Not a room in an
American hotel where she could
remain until her credit was ex-
hausted. Not bed in somebody's
house for a span of days. A home.
A home, work, peace-these
were the crying needs Of the hui
man heart and they were hers.
She did not mention love, though
she knew that the term waited,
just out of reach. She must work,
work, work
The bell which announced visi-
tors rang, and she pressed the but
ton which released the great front
door, four fights down. She
leaned over the railing, looking
into the dim well Of the stairs. and
said: "Who is it, please?".
1.-THE Press!" a cheerful voice
: answered. $685.
I'm battle formation. We want
pictures" .s .t
Pictures? Why?"
Editors orders. The public
wants to sec how you're doing"
1.-THE public doesn't care a boot!
You pack up those picture-taking
boxes and right about face" She
laughed as she said it.
100 late, honey! We're in.
Nice way to talk to a lot of peo-
pie who want to give you a house
warming"
There were five young men in
the group, two Of them reporters,
three of them cameramen.
They came in. They took pic
lures. and Judy entered the spirit
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There was one tall boy. with