Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 213, Indianapolis, Marion County, 15 January 1930 — Page 11

JAN. 15, 1930_

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BF.fIIN HERE TODAY After a whirlwind courtship. JUDITH CAMERON, typist In a New York publishlnir office. marries ARTHUR KNIGHT, executive of the firm. Knight !<t a widower, father of two children. TONY, his 18-verr-old daughter, is in Europe, and JUNIOR. 16, is attending achool. Judith has no intimate friends, though on several occasions she had kept mysterious appointments with a young man named DAN. Judith and Arthur sail for a honeymoon in Bermudft. The first week Is a paradise. Then comes a cablegram in which Tony Knight announces sne Is sailing for home. Knight savs he and Judith must return to meet Tony's boat. Sinre neither of Knight's children has been told about the marriage. Judith Is skeptical of her welcome. . . , Knight has no such misgivings and begins making eager plans for Christmas which is only one week distant. Immediately after landing thev drive to Knight's Long Island home Next ip online Knight goes to meet his daughter. When thev return Judith rushes out to welcome them. Tony Ignores her stepmother completely. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

CHAPTER TWELVE Arthur knight followed his daughter up the steps. His eyes met Judith’s wide, startled gaze. “Never mind. Honey.” he said softly, touching her arm. “She’s Just—well, it was sort of a shock, I guess. There, there! Everythnlg's going to be all right!” The man looked distressed. He and Judith went into the house. Tony was not in sight. Mrs. Wheeler stood in the hallway. She was staring up toward the staircase, but when she heard them she turned. Her honest eyes snowed plainly she knew something was wrong. “Miss Tony went right up to her room, sir,” she said to Knight. "Didn’t even—didn’t even speak to me!” Judith and Arthur Knight exchanged glances. The girl was first to speak. “Hadn’t you better go up to her?” she asked in a colorless voice. Knight looked at his wife. Did she really mean it? He was not accustomed to dealing with hysterical females. And how hysterically Tony had lashed against her stepmother during the drive! Tony always had a temper. He had seen mimic tantrums ever since the youngster was 4 years old. But nothing like this! Nothing ever like this. She was upstairs now—alone and doubtless in tears. Impulse told Knight to rush up those stairs, kiss his pretty daughter, tell her things were all a mistake and coax her into smiling. But here stood Judith, his wife. Was it to be Tony now or Judith? "Hadn't you better go upstairs to her?” Judith Knight was repeating. Os course that was the thing he must do. Gratefully he answered Judith with a glance. “Yes. I’ll go up,” he said and mounted the stairs. bob MRS. WHEELER came nearer to the girl. “What in the world ?" she asked in a stage whisper. "What's happened?” “Miss Tony—isn't feeling well,” Judith tried to make the explanation sound plausible. "It was the trip. I think. Her father will let you know if she wants anything. “But I’ve known the child since she was that high!” the woman spoke indignantly. “And not a word to me! She just sailed past with her head up in the air as though she was seein’ ghosts!” Judith moved toward the library. She could not stand there discussing Tony Knight with the housekeeper: neither could she remain motionless. She wanted to get away by herself, to be doing something. “If Miss Knight wants anything she said a second time over her shoulder, “her father will let you know.” It was close to 10 o'clock when Arthur Knight went upstairs and knocked at Tony’s bedroom door. It was two hours later when he came down again. All that time Judith had waited in the living room. The first real menace to her happiness with Arthur Knight had arrived and Judith was waiting for judgment. She was aw are Arthur had spoiled hi* daughter hitherto. What would he do now? She sat on the divan where last night she and Arthur had watched the firelight so happily. There was • fire burning on the grate now. The flames were leaping merrily.

i but Judith did not even remember last night. Asa matter of fact, ! her hands were cold. At last she heard his footsteps. Knight came down the staircase slowly. It must have been an ordeal. Judith remained where she sat. and Arthur came into the living room. “Well?” he said in his quiet voice. “Arthur—is she going to—be all right?” The girl had Sprung to her feet. Her eyes was white and tense. Knight paused before the hearth. “Oh, yes,” he said. “Tony's going to be all right. I told Mrs. Wheeler to send up a tray. She’ll probably want to stay in her room a little longer.” He took Judith's hand, drew- her down beside him on the davenport, "You mustn’t think too hardly of j Tony because of—this morning,” he 1 went on, evidently feeling for words | carefully. “The child has always been high strung. I suppose we’ve humored her. “Os course I should have written Tony about our marriage right from the first. That was my mistake and I realize it. I'm going to get a letter off this afternoon to Junior—■” “But, Arthur," she persisted, “doqs she understand now? Is Tony going to be—friendly?” She, too, was careful of the words she chose. OB* 17 NIGHT patted her arm and smiled reassuringly. "Everything is going to be all right, Judith. I promise you. We’ll just have to give Tony a little time to come to her senses, that’s all. “Remember,” he added, “it never does to try to force the child! She'll come around all right in her own time. Her mother <it was the first direct reference he ever had made to his first wife) ’always was careful never to use force with Tony. It makes her stubborn.” “Yes, of course," Judith said. Her ; voice did not sound natural. She hardly heard herself. She was | thinkng that in spite of Arthur's reassuring words, affairs with his 1 daughter stood exactly where they ! had been. The man glanced at his wrist I watch. “I've got to run!” he exclaimed. I "Lord—what have I been thinking j of? Directors’ meeting at 1 o'clock and its twenty minutes of now. I’ll be a good half-hour late.” | He was on his feet and out Into the hall for hat and coat. Judith followed, received a hasty kiss somewhere on the right temple and shut j the door after him. “You may serve luncheon for me. Mrs. Wheeler.” she told the house- ! keeper. Another lonely meal in the Knight home. Judith ate her luncheon tnought- ! fully. Then, following a policy which she had found good many, many months before, she put on her I heavy travel coat, jammed a small ; felt over her head and went out of | the house. i There was no sun. The gray sky • looked bleak and a raw wtnd swept round the corner of the house. It whirled back the skirt of Judith's i coat She pirouetted with the wind 1 to get the wrap closely about her again. She pushed up the high coli lar so that it came well up on her i checks. That wind wax challencine. Here was an enemy yon could fight! Judith put her head down, bracI ing herself, and started walking , against the wind. She didn’t know where she was going. This wax a suburb in which | Judith never had been before the home-coming with Arthur Knight I yesterday. She knew about the town, but she walked on with the December gale beating against her cheeks. Now and then she had to turn i about to catch her breath. Judith had had the vague notion i when she left the house that getting out into the open air would help solve her problems. She must i decide for herself how to win over Tony Knight. Now she found that keeping her footing and making progress against the wind took all her attention. It was a splendid thing for the girl, of course. The vigorous exercise, the rush of the cold air, were stimulating. They

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set her pulse racing, broke up her introspective mood, brought rest and relief. Finally she came to the end of the street. Judith looked about. She had scarcely noticed the houses as she came along. It had been a street of impressive residences. Now she found herself surrounded by sparse, ram-shackle cottages. The girl turned and retraced her steps. BUB TT was nearly 4 o’clock when she reached the house. Her cheeks were glowing, her body was tingling but her feet and fingers were icy. The warm air as she pulled open the front hall door was comforting. “Oh. Mrs. Knight! came hurrying from the dining room. “No one knew where you’d gone. We were worrying!” Judith had pulled off her hat. She shook out her waving crop of curls and brushed them back with careless fingers. “Just walking” she answered. “I see you’ve got quite a town here. Nearly lost myself!” Harriet disappeared, evidently to report to Mrs. Wheeler. Judith warmed, her hands before the grate fire. Suddenly she had an inspiration. She consulted the housekeeper. “Has Miss Tony been downstairs, Mrs. Wheeler?” Judith asked. “No, ma’am. I sent a tray of lunch up and she said she didn’t want anything else. She's been in her own room ever since, ma’am.” “I’d like a cup of hot tea in the living room,” Judith told her. “And will you have a tea tray arranged for Miss Tony? Tell Cora to make it as attractive as she can. “Send up cinnamon toast, thin sandwiches and some little e; ices. If there's anything she knows that Miss Knight likes especially tell her to send it, too. Ask Harriet to take the tray up.” “Yes. Mrs. Knight. I’ll see to it right away.” Judith went back into the living room. Harriet came almost immediately with her pot of tea, and soon after the maid passed through the hall and mounted the stairway with the tray for Tony. Well, it was an attempt at peacemaking. It might work. Judith was willing to go half way even after this morning. After all, Tony Knight was a young thing. She had been pampered all her life. No wonder she resented an unknown intruder in her home. Not, of course, that Tony had been paying particularly much attention to that home herself. Judith leaned back comfortably as she sipped her tea. She felt warm and rested after her walk. Arthur would be coming again soon and she must go up and dress for dinner. The whole world was beginning to look rosier. Judith Knight, lost in reverie, looked up and her heart stopped beating.

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