Henderson daily dispatch., 1938-09-05
CHAPTER 8

Judy DID not speak to Ronald
Birrel. When she glanced up,
having decided to do SO, ne was
gone. Vanished completely as
though, one moment before, his
long strides had not been carrying
him down the street.
It was just as well, Judy decided.
It was better that she keep her
solitary banner waving bravely.
She did not want sympathy or pity.
mot that he would give me
much of either" she reflected rue
fully. "He thinks 1 should fly the
Star Spangled Banner because I'm
on my own. And II don't mucn
care what he thinks"
Tt was that same evening that
Craig and his bride came back to
New York. Judy saw the girls
picture in the society section of
one of the most prominent news
papers the next morning. 1t was
not a sensational story this time
merely a quiet announcement that.
Mr.. and Mrs. Craig DENLY had re-
turned from their honeymoon and
would be at home at strange ad-
dress. So Craig was vacating his
apartment?
{ JULY walked down to an auto
mat for dinner, thinking about
that, She had had tea with him
before the great fireplace in the
old rooms, while the logs snapped,
and the servant who had been with
him since childhood moved noise
lessly here and there. She had
been part of gay groups who had
come back to the living room to
talk, after the theater, and eat the
delectable cheese or chicken sand
wiches, prepared by an elderly,
comfortable cook, who did not
mind working late because she had
so little to do at any time.
That was ended, completely.
"Try remembering not to think
back, Judy Rogers" she reminded
herself, slipping nickel into slot,
turning a crank, and watching a
thick white cup fill with steaming
hot chocolate at the automat.
In order to divert her thoughts
from Craig, she tried to think of
Ronald Birrell.
"He would think I'm eating
where I should" the musing went
on. "I don't care-the chocolates
good"
But she dreamed all night long
that she was making the old, gay
rounds-Twenty-One, the Starlight
Roof of the Waldorf, The st. Regis,
Pierres. She thought she was
laughing too lightly, too gaily.
. And she wakened to find the
dull gray morning light coming
into the dull gray hotel room. It
was better when the lights were
on. Three round lamps, table,
four shelves of books, prints and
cushions of her own had been sal
vaged and brought along. There
was a bright rug, too, and she had
ornaments and bowls and candle
holders gathered from here and
there. 1t was early, so she took a
quick shower, slipped into a warm
bathrobe, and put few last
touches on sketch on the desk.
More and more, the last few days,
as she watched the designer at the
dress manufacturers she had felt
an urge to create, too. She held
up the completed costume. She
liked it. Some day soon, she might
have an opportunity to show it to
her employer. If he liked it, it
would mean a raise. Or maybe
chance to try design now and
then. !,
At last she put on the gay red
frock which had been one of her:
favorites and started to work.
There were buyers. She paraded
before them in a blue frock, a
black one, a brown, blue, white
evening dress that followed simple
sports lines, another blue
And all the while Craig DENLY
was wondering about Judy as he
went through the habitual routine
of landing, customs, and riding up
town to the new expensive hotel