Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 212, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 January 1930 — Page 11

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BEGIN HERE TODAY Afirr vhlrlulnd courtship, JUDITH CAMERON, typist in a New York pub1. l.iii- ofTica. is married to ARTHUR KNIGHT, executive of the fjrm. Knight if a widower, father of two children. TONY, his 18-year-old daughter. Is In Europe, and JUNIOR, 16, Is attending school. Judith has no Intimate friends, though on seterni occasions she keeps mysterious appointments with a young man known as DAN. Judith and Arthur sail lor a honeymoon in Bermuda. The first •seel; is a paradise ot sunny days and moonlit nights. Then comes a cablegram In which Tony Knight announces sne is sailim? lor home. Knight says he and Judith must return to meet Tony's boat. Since neither of Knight’s children has been Ii ..on: the marriage. Judith Is skeptical of her welcome. Knight has no such worries and bcgiti.t making eager plans for Christmas ■ hich Is only one week distant. Immediately R fter landing they drive to Knight s Long Island home. MRS. WHEELER, the housekeeper, show Judith over the large house. Knight, pleading a business engagement, rushes off to the city and Judith lias her first meal in her new hon.e alone. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER ELEVEN TRUE to his word, by a quarter of 4 o'clock that afternoon. Arthur Knigth reached home. It came into the living room in high spirits, rubbing his hands together to warm them, cheeks glowing from exposure to the cold wind, and strode over to the fireplace. "Whew!—it’s getting cold outside,” he told Judith. He said it as a man who is acclimated to long, cold winters and enjoys them. "Hope there Isn't going to be a storm to tie up Tony’s boat tomorrow morning. December's an awful time to crass the Atlantic,” he added. Judith dropped the notebook in which she had been scribbling and came over to her husband. Carelessly he slipped an arm about her, dropped a kiss in the radiant, glossy head and held her close in one of the silent little moments of tenderness she had learned to love. ■'Everything all right at the office?" sho asked. “Oh. yes! I caught Hunter just as I honed to. Wants to have us out to dinner next week. His wife will be getting in touch with you, I guess. "Yes, everything's going splendidly. That new elementary science series is going, too. It’s catching on like wildfire, they say. That’s one time, my dear, your husband knew what he was talking about.” He went ahead, talking of contracts and re-orders and new shipments. "And what have you been doing all this long afternoon?” he finally paused to inquire. "Oh. I’ve been so busy! I’ve seen the whole house. Arthur—every room. And I talked to Harriet and to Cora and went over all sorts of things with Mrs. Wheeler. My. but she's an efficient person!” "Yes. she stayed right here and took care of the place all the time I had it closed. She's a good housekeeper. "Listen. Judith, remember you’re to change anything you want about the house. Get an' interior decorator. have it all done over If you wish. plan it any way you like " The girl smiled. •‘There are a few things I want different.” she said, “but not right away. Arthur. Remember. Christmas is coming! Wouldn't that be a fine time to have paper hangers around and half of the furniture in boxes? No. thanks, we’ll wait a while for that!” tt 9 K THEY talked then about Judith's allowance for the house. It was a liberal sum. but the young wife was determined to be quite busi-ness-like. Every bill and every household expense was to be paid from her own budget. It was this about which she had been scribbling in her notebook before Knight’s arrival. At 7 o’clock that evening Judith Knight presided over dinner in her own home for the first time. She had made such eager plans for that dinner and entered the dining room with high color and a rapidly beating heart. She took her seat at the head of the table and Knight drew out his chair opposite. •'Looking very pretty tonight, Judith." The girl blushed. “Thank you. kind husband.” she said mischievously. She had hoped he woiiM say that! Judith wore a i frock oflraxine blue fiat crepe, the

. simplest of dinner gowns, with a j crystal bow on the left, shoulder and | knots of velvet ribbon for its only : additional trimming. The color was flattering and darkened the shade i of her deep blue eyes, j Through misted lashes she glanced happily across at Knight. The inist i signified happiness. Very different that table looked from its appearance at noon. A low Raring bowl of silver stool in the center and from it arose a mound of tiny pink rosebuds, clusters of forget-me-nots and airy maidenhair fern. Close to the bowl were four low candlesticks, each bearing a lofty white taper. Their flames lit the room, casting into shadow the somber background but adding glints of fire to crystal glassware and shedding mellow warmth across the table. Harriet began serving the meal. Judith Knight was proud of the menu, hoping Cora had made no mistakes. She had planned the meal with regard for Arthur’s taste. She knew he liked to start dinner with an oyster cocktail and the blue points were properly iced. Then there was a consomme, roast beef, not over-done, but quite tender. vegetables, a salad and cheese served with Bar-le-Duc jelly and wasters. They had coffee in the living room before the fireplace. Both of them sat on the big divan and watched the dancing firelight. They sat there a long while after Harriet had taken away the coffee tray. Arthur Knight praised his bride for the housewifely knack she already was demonstrating. He looked what he was, a happy, wellfed. contented man. ‘ Ought to turn in early tonight,” he said before long. “Tony’s ship iis supposed to dock at 9 o’clock. I We’ll want to get there before that | time.” * M M JUDITH hesitated. “I’ve been thinking about that. Arthur,” she said. “Don’t you ! think you'd better go alone to meet Tony? Os course you know I'l like to be there. But the child doesn't ' know—well, she’s never even heard of me. It would be embarrassing to see and hear the news all at once.” “Well—if you’re sure you’d rather have it that way ” “I’m sure it’s best.” “All right, dear. I think perhaps i you're right.” What a jewel she was, Knight thought to himself. Always tactful. He had had his own misgivings on the subject of greeting Tony, then suddenly saying. "Here daughter. Look, I've brought you i anew mother.” i They watched the leaping flames j grow lower and lower. Then at 10 o'clock they mounted the stairway. The first day in the new home had been encouraging. Judith later, drifting to sleep, smiled dreamily and thought how foolish her fears had been. It seemed no time at all before . sunlight was pouring In at the windows. The girl nibbed her eyes and saw Arthur standing across the room in his dressing gown. He caught her eye. “Hullo, Sleepy-head,” he greeted her. “Know what time it is?” “What time?” asked Judith lazily. “Seven-thirty.” “Isn’t that early?” “Always get up at 7:30 when I’m in New York,” Knight explained. “Gives me time for exercise. Going to have breakfast up here or downstairs with me?” “With you, o. course.” Judith told him. She pushed the coverj down, j stretched out one pink pajama leg and then the other. Never too enthusiastic sbout early rising. Judith Knight made no pretense at springing up to greet the dawn with animation. She wanted to be up early this morning, though. They had breakfast an hour later. Judith poured the coffee and from the kitchen came a wonderfully eolden brown plate of griddle cakes, proving that Cora knew her art. There were country sausages, crisp and well flavored. Arthur liked a nourishing breakfast and did justice to this one. “Wear your heavy coat,” his wile told him. “It looks cold out.” -

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“Guess you're glad you’re stayin inside.” he chided. Fifteen minutes later she stood in the doorway and saw him off U meet Tony. She watched until he had stepped into the car and then hurried upstairs. tt a u MRS. WHEELER had been given instructions to have Tony’s room exactly as the girl liked it. The door stood open now. Judith paused to take a careful survey and note that the vases had been filled. Then she hurried across the hall. There were two hours at least to wait. She knew it would take that long before Knight and his daughter would be home. Judith went downstairs and planned the day’s marketing with Mrs. Wheeler. She tried tactfully to make the older woman feel this consultation lent importance to the household management and in this she succeeded. That second morning the girl knew she had won Mrs. Wheeler's loyalty. But planning menus and making shopping lists was not enough to fill the long interval of waiting. Judith made errands upstairs and downstairs, watching the clock. Then she heard the car! She rushed to the hallway. Yes, there they were. Standing beside her father, a diminutive figure in scarlet and gray, was Tony Knight. Judith hurried to meet them. How attractive Tony looked! Her gray coat was thrown over her father’s arm. Tony wore a suit of bright red worsted stuff. A closefitting scarlet beret was pulled down over her head. She wore high French-heeled pumps and cobwebby hose. Tony Knight carried herself with an air. That was the secret of her attraction, really. The saucy little nose might have been insignificant but for the queenly tilt of Tony’s head. Her Ups were too full and violently scarlet. She had lustrous eyes, rather wide-set, and the same rich brown shade as her father's. Tony had her father's chin, too. It was her best feature. Yes, Tony Knight was pretty enough to win attention anywhere. She came up the walk ahead of Arthur, a tiny, ridiculous, preening figure, giving, for all the world, the impression that a retinue of slaves should follow. “Tony—l’m so glad to meet you!’’ Judith's little cry held both anxiety and eagerness. With both hands outstretched she came forward. And Tony? Looking neither to left nor right, the girl marched past Judith and into the house. It was as though she had not seen her. To Be Continued) Mooreland Woman Dies Ttu Times Sueeial MOORELAND, Ind., Jan. 14. Mrs. Louisa Wicker, 66, is dead of pneumonia. She leaves her husband Albert and a son Nolan.

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