Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 216, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 January 1930 — Page 13

JAN. 18, 1930.

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BEGIN lIRUE TODAY JUDITH CAMERON marries ARTHUR KNIGHT, executive of Ne'Ji' York publlshin* house In uh'ch she is employed. They sail for a slx-scek honeymoon 111 Bermuda Knight U a nlrio vcr v.ith an 18-vear-old daughter TONY, who is in Europe, and a son JUNIOR. Ifi. at school. In his infatuation he overlooks the fact that Judith is not communicative about her pas. life. After the first week In B'rmuda. a cablegram arrives announcing .hat Tonv Knight is coming home. Arthur tells Judith they must return at once to meet her Since neither the girl nor bov .knows of the father's r< marriage, Judith Is skeptical of her welcome Arthur and Judith reach the Long Island home Just one dav before Totv. s boat docks. Next morning Knight meets his daughter, but when they arrive at the house Tony Ignores Judith end Tushes to her own room. Late that afternoon Tony confronts her stepmother and exclaims "You're going to get out!" Knight, entering the house to overhear this, compels Tonv to apologize. Khe does so sullenly. After dinner MICKEY MORTIMER calls and take-her on a round of night clubs. Mortimer Is a blase amusement-seeker whom Tonv met in Paris. He is separated from his wife and Is deep in a flirtation with the girl. As the days pass a state of armed neutrality exists between Tony and her stepmother. Arthur meanwhile make., plans for a festive Christmas and Junior arrives home for the holidays. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FOURTEEN (Continued.) The shopping was by no means fictitious. Judith Knight took a twenty-minute train ride into the city. She hunted a long while for just the right little shop on Madison avenue and after she had found it spent an even longer t.me before she selected a small black leather box. A drab prison, it was to hold such gleaming contents. . Judith took the package which the clerk wrapped for her and carried It to a desk. She picked up pen and Ink and painstakingly inscribed upon it a name and address. Then, carrying her purchase, she went out of the shop and stopped before a mail box. Before she depointed the parcel she read the address through carefully, lifted the box to her lips and pressed upon it a swift kiss. When Judith turned away there were tears in her eyes. CHAPTER FIFTEEN EACH day as Christmas drew nearer, Judith Knight’s uneasiness grewu Evenings when Arthur was at home she fought down the presentiment and felt strengthened by his confidence and devotion. She was learning to manage his household in the smooth, frictionless way in which Arthur liked everything to go. Os course, Mrs. Wheeler was responsible for most of this, but Judith added touches of her own. The menus she planned were not only balanced as food rations, but appealed to her husband's discriminating taste. Judith had found some means of inspiring her cook to reach culinary heights Cora never had attained before. Harriet's service was correct. The Knight home looked exactly the same as the first morning Judith had entered it. At least no furniture had been moved or any changes made in its appointments. in tiie evening across mellow candle light or before the flickering grate fire. Arthur Knight thought his bride had imbued the home with her own delightful personality. He felt this particularly when his children were not present. It w’as the children, of course, who made Christmas so difficult. The shock of Tony's denunciation had not yet entirely lifted. The cool, aloof courtesy of Arthur Junior was neariy as hard to bear. The boy's manner cut Judith because she did not understand it. She was prepared to face a united affront by brother and sister. This did not occur. After the first greeting Junior spent little time with Tdny. He had friends home from school for the holidays. There was a landing field farther out on Long island, where Junior went nearly every’ morning. He knew some pilots there who were willing to let him stand around and watch while they worked. He came back smelling of gasoline and rather grimy. a a a CHRISTMAS EVE finally came. Judith loved carols and all the season’s time-honored ceremonials. She was downstairs early that evening. waiting for the rest of the household to assemble. There must be Christmas music —lots of It—on tfteair. She turned the dials of the handsome radio

i cabinet. Would the music sing its way into resentful hearts or would it prove a mockery. ‘‘lt came upon a midnight clear, one glorious night of old ” The majestic rhythms of the old hymn filled the room. A church choir somewhere was singing. Judith stood before a window, looking out upon the dark street. “Peace on earth! Good will toward men ” Suddenly Judith forgot Arthur Knight and forgot his children. She. stared out at the darkness, lost in her ow nthoughts. Peace on earth. Good will toward men. Somewhere two hearts were calling her. "Good Lord—can’t you find anything better to tune in on than that dirge?” Judith whirled. It was Tony who had spoken. She stood beside the leading table, holding an automatic lighter to ignite the cigaret between her lips. “Why, I—l like Christmas songs,” Judith said. Tony smiled superciliously. She threw her head back, removed the cigaret from her lips and blew a long, curling wreath of smoke skyward. “Oh, you do!” she said with cutting emphasis. “Well, it seems our tastes differ. I crave something snappy. Now it’s my turn!” The strutting little fingers sauntered to the radio and twisted the dials. Raucous syncopation burst upon the air. It filled the room and screamed beyond. Tony’s shoulders began to weave in rhythm with the saxophone. She snapped her fingers. “Say—what’s oing on , here?” Arthur Knight wanted to know from the doorway. “Turn that thing down, Tony. Neighbors will be sending in a police call.” “Let ’em send,” the girl told him. “There’s nothing the matter with that orchestra—only the song's a little old.” Junior appeared and the four went into the dining room. Knight reminded the group that tomorrow would be Christmas day. He was the only one at the table who semed to relish the arrival of the festival. Judith tried to respond to her husband's enthusiasm. Tony’s expression showed plainly that she was bored, and Junior was unusually reserved. “Both you hoodlums remember to hang up your stockings for Santa Claus,” Knight said with a knowing smile. “Father, for goodness sake, why do you keep using that ridiculous word, ‘hoodlums’? It was bad enough when we were youngsters Junior may like it, but I object!” “Why, Tony •” her father began. “Don’t be so darned high-hat, Tony,” her brother put in. “Other people have been to Europe, you know.” It was the first time Judith had heard Arthur Junior speak in boyish vernacular. She was relieved. “Anyhow,” Judith said, “it was Christmas we were talking about. What time will we have the tree?” "First thing in the morning,” Knight said. “That’s the proper time to see what Santa Claus has brought. Haven't had a tree here for three years.” He paused awkwardly and then continued. “Want to help put the tinsel and lights and stuff on it, Junior?” “No, father.” a * a THAT was all the lad said. No explanations, no excuses. Simply a refusal. Arthur Junior didn’t want to take part. Knight started slightly. Then he said: “Very well. Judith and I will take care of it. I don’t suppose you could contribute any of your valuable time, Tony?” “Not tonight, darling. I promised to look in at Janet's dance, and of course the crowd’ll have something planned after that. What time did you say this tree affair is coming off in the morning?” . “Why. right after breakfast. That's the time we’ve always had our Christmas presents together, isn’t it?” “Oh—going back to childhood customs, are we?” “Tony,” said her father, looking

—By Williams

.at her directly, “just what has put you in this exceedingly disagreeable temper tonight?” “Why, Father, darling!” “I don’t know—” the man sighed. It’s beyond me to understand you! Have you spent one single evening in this house since your boat landed?” “But, Daddy, why should I? You’ve got—Judith!” Judith’s two hands, hidden in her lap, clenched together in a tight knot but her expression did not alter. Knight stared at his daughter darkly, then resumed eating. Tony was the only one of the four to smile sweetly and innocently. It was a u r ay of hers of accenting her most disagreeable remarks. Breaking the silence that had fallen, Tony inquired mildly: “And what time is breakfast to be served?” “I have arranged for 10 o’clock,” said Judith, “if that will suit every one.” Before discussion of that point Junior broke in. “I’m sorry, but I can’t be here, Father.” he said. “It won’t make any difference, of course. Just go ahead with your plans without me.” “We can’t do that, Junior. It’s Christmas!” “Yes, of course,” said the boy. “I’ve—some packages I’ll want to be put with the others. Sorry I can't Join In with you, but Lieut. Kelly promised to take me up with him. Out at the field, you know! “Kelly’s the best flier there, and gee! he knows everything! He said I could go tomorrow sure if i get to the hangar at 8 o’clock.” Junior’s face was glowing. He was suddenly a different boy. Judith Knight glimpsed for an instant the fervent, passionate determination of the youth for a flying career. In that moment Junior looked sturdy, inspired and touched with pathos. He was so eager for his father to know the glories of the air. “But, Junior, don’t you think on Christmas day ” The boy lowered his eyes and looked embarrassed. “I'm sorry,” he said, “but just go ahead without me." a a a IT was a beautiful Christmas tree when Judith and her husband finished trimming it that evening. Rising to within one foot of the high ceiling, the shapely spruce glowed with crimson, orange and blue lights and glittered with ropes of silver tinsel and iridescent ornaments. Its crowning glory was a silver star. Banked about the foot of the tree were boxes and packages tied in gay wrappings. The two stepped back to eye their handiwork. “It’s beautiful!” the girl said. “Beautiful!” Knight’s mood had softened. (To Be Continued)

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