Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 220, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 January 1930 — Page 15

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BEGIN HERE TODAY JUDITH CAMERSON, typist in a New York publishins: house, marries ARTHUR KNIGHT, executive of the department in which she works. Knight is a widower with a daughter. TONY. 18. in Paris, and a son, JUNIOR. 18. at school. A blissful honeymoon in Bermuda is interrupted by a cablegram that Tonv Is on her way to America. Judith and Arthur sail to meet her. When Knight brings his daughter to their Long Island home, the gtrl ignores her stepmother. Later she tells Judith she must leave the. house. Knight, overhearing. forces Tony to apologize. The girl spends much of her time with MICKEY MORTIMER, blase amuse-ment-seeker whom she met In Paris. Junior arrives home for the holidays and treats Judith with cold, aloof politeness. Christmas proves to be a dismal day with both rhildren awav from home and all Knight’s eager preparations wasted. Judith is uncomfortable until the boy returns to school. A letter comes from AUNT HELENA, who had chaperoned Tonv in Europe, tilling Knight of the g.-l s nflnir with Mortimer. Tonv easily persuades her father that her aunt has and ted her. ANDY CRAIG, a young man Knight has helped through college, calls on Tone. Craig Is to be employed in the legs' department of the publishing house. Re has loved Tony lor years—rather

hopelessly. NOW C.O ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER EIGHTEEN (Continued.) Sim had found there was one way in which she could work off her restlessness. There was a small pond frozen over not more than six blocks away which was used by the youngsters of the neighborhood as a skating rink. Judith was an expert skater. She had formed the habit of slipping a ay from the house each afternoon and skating for an hour or so. Until 4 o’clock she could have the place almost entirely to herself. Then the children began to arrive from school There v.ere delays about the house on Wednesday and it was later than usual when she finally managed to get away. She walked with a slightly guilty sense, hoping no one would think it strange that young Mrs. Knight adopted such Juvenile pastimes. Judith reached the pond, adjusted her skates and cut out gracefully across the ice. She circled the rink, then swung into lazy, graceful figure eights. Three or four children approached. looked at her questioningly and then took to the ice. The youngsters, noting the unknown young woman’s skill, kept at a respectful distance. Judith decided recklessly to remain another half hour. There would still be time to dress for dinner and the ice today was perfect. It was after 5 o’clock and the sky had begun to darken when at last she tramped homeward. Judith's cheeks were flushed and her eyes sparkled. At the turn of a corner she rushed almost headlong into a young man. ”Oh!” cried Judith. “My fault—why, how do you do, Mrs. Knight!” Andy Craig had removed his hat and halted before the girl. She stood for a moment looking up at him silently. Before his steady gaze the color left Judith's cheeks. She glanced away hurriedly. CHAPTER NINETEEN JUDITH KNIGHT hurried away from her encounter with Andy Craig with the uneasy knowledge that she was late and would have to make excuses. It had annoyed her to be caught like a truant school girl. At teast Judith told herself that was what annoyed her. How foolish she must have looked! Mrs. Arthur Knight, the wife of the eminent publisher, scurrying down a back street, in short skirt and thick jersey, carrying skates. There probably was a smudge on her nose. A pretty picture to meet one of her husband’s employes! Sobered, ar.d with the sparkling enthusiasm which came from exercise dimmed. Judith went up the steps and into the house. ‘‘Oh. Judith?” “Yes—yes. Arthur!” She heard him coming toward the hall from his study. ••Why. my dear, where've you been? I looked all over the place for you." Smiling shyly, she held up the slates. “Down the street— playing with the children!" ‘But, Judith! Isn't this Just a little —er — unconventional ?” She agreed, nodding like ft B&ughtjr child*

“I know, Arthur, but I was so lonely ” Arthur Knight looked down on his young wife for a moment, studying the depths of her blue eyes. Then he raised her head, holding her chin in his two hands, and kissed her lips tenderly. ‘‘l don’t want you to be lonely, Judith,’ he said. ‘‘We must do something about that.” Instantly she was regretful. Arthur Knight had done everything in the world for her and here she was complaining! ‘‘Oh, it was a silly thing to do!” she told him. ‘‘l didn’t mean to be so late. I meant to get here before you did. But, anyhow, I shouldn’t have gone skating on the children’s pond. I won’t do it any more. Arthur. People will begin to think you’ve got a very funny wife! And there are lots and lots of other things for me to amuse myself. Gracious why I’ve got everything in the world!” She shot him a quick, sparkling smile, then turned and ran up the stairs to dress. tt n st WHEN they were at the table a little later Arthur brought up the subject of redecorating the house. “I thought you were going to fix this place up a bit, Judith,” he reminded her. “Hadn’t you better be getting that job started? “You’ll find it takes the workmen long enough, once they get a house torn up. Why don’t you go in town tomorrow and look over some truck to decide what you want?” Judith knew he was thinking that redecorating their home would give her something to occupy the time. Ever since Arthur Knight’s son had made the scene over the broken vase the girl had put change in the house’s furnishings out of her mind. “It may take quite a lot of money,” she said hesitantly. “Well, I guess I can manage that all right. We want the place fixed up in first-class shape—don’t we, Tony? Want to show we’re up to date.” She set eagerly to work on the task next day. Judith knew exactly what she wanted for her home. The exterior of the house was colonial and she admired early American furniture and fabrics. She wanted to blend old-time pieces with modern things and give them an air of comfort. She wanted color and brightness, too, about the place. To achieve this required many conferences with professional decorators. The old walnut furniture which stood in Judith’s own room was to be stored in safe, dry quarters over the garage. The room was to be done over completely with tones of blue, ivory and raspberry predominatnig. Judith felt she was going to enjoy that room very much. It was the only one in the house in which modernistic furnishings would be used exclusively. Tony announced she was satisfied with her French boudoir and wanted no changes. Arthur Junior’s bedroom was to remain exactly the same. Judith had her own reasons for not tampering with Junior's quarters. The task of doing the house over, begun in January, was not completed until early March. Andy Craig's first invitation to dinner at the Knight home was followed by another and yet another. Arthur sang the young man's praises continually and Judith stated quite openly that she enjoyed his company. Tony was the one who could not be counted upon. There were Saturdays when Tony, in high good humor, set off in her own buff-colored roadster with Andy Craig beside her for hours on the golf course of Knight’s exclusive club. There were evenings when she remained at home, sweetly affable, listening to radio music and conversations between Andy, her father and Judith. There were other times when the young man telephoned or stopped at the house when Tony mocked him, turned her back on him, and scoffed at his ideas of entertainment. Judith wanted to box the girl’s ears more than once for such antics. In spite of this abuse Craig con-

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tinued to be found frequently at the Knight home. It was not at all unusual for him to drop in about 8 o’clock of an evening to chat with Tony or, if she were absent, to stay for three-handed bridge with Arthur and Judith. There was never a young man more persistent in his courtship, Judth Knight assured herself. a a tt THEN came the night in early February when Andy broached the subject of the dog show. It was the classic event of its kind for the year. Would Tony like to go? “A dog show!” wailed Tony, “What on earth makes you think I’d like to see a thousand howling hounds all cooped up in little pens?” “Oh, but they’re such beauties!” put in Judith. “T should think you’d enjoy it immensely, Tony, I would.” “You can go see them then,” sulked Tony. “I won't.” “Why not, Mrs. Knight?” Craig asked. “I’ve got the tickets here. Really would you like to go?” Judith hesitated and Arthur Knight answered for her. / “Os course she'll go. That’s a splendid idea. Judith, it will be good for you to spend an evening in town. Tony’ll stay with me here, won’t you, Pet?” Tony glanced at her father from under lowered brows. “I’d rather,” she said testily, “than hang around a dirty old dog show!” Evidently arrangements for next evening did not please the girl much. She seemed entirely to have recovered from her pettish humor, however, when Andy Craig called the folowing evening. Tony welcomed Andy at the door. She was playing the role of the dutiful daughter and playing it perfectly. Tony wore a simple yellow dinner dress. Its plainness spoke of expensive designing, but not to the untutored male eye. She had bound a ribbon of the same shade about her hair, adding to the demure effect. When Andy was ushered into the living room Tony returned to the divan where she had been sitting with her father and fondly placed an arm about Arthur Knight’s shoulders. Judith came gaily into the room. “All ready!” she exclaimed. “And dressed up in my best to arouse my husband’s jealousy! Do you think you dare accompany me, young man?” Judith wore her gleaming broadtail wrap and a small black lace toque which was anew acquisition. She looked very chic. Craig rose smiling. “I would defy even such dangers, Madam.” The goodbys were said quickly. Judith assured her husband that she and Andy would be home before he finished the reading which he turned to almost every evening. Then she and the young man went into the hall and out of the house.

(To Be Continued)

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Through her bitter tears of disappointment dawned a hope in Lady Greystoke’s heart —perhaps some miracle had occurred to snatch her baby from Rokoff’s hands at the last instant before the Kincaid sailed from England. Presently the infant began to bounce up and down in the Swede’s arms, leaning forward with little hands outstretched toward her. She gathered the baby to her breast.

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