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BFOIV HERE TODAY JUDITH CAMERON, typist in. a New York piiblishlnK iiouse. marris ARTHUR KNIGHT, executive of the department In which *he •,corks. Knight Is a widower with a daughter. TONY, 18. in Parts, and a son. JUNIOR. 18. at school. A blissful honeymoon in Bermuda is Interrupted by a cablegram that Tony is on her way to America. Judith ana Arthur sail to meet her The girl ig.ores her stepmother. Later she tens Judith she must leave the house Knight • -erl.earing, forces Tony to apologize. The girl- spends much of her time with MICKEY MORTIMER, bia.se amuse-ment-seeker whom she met 111 Paris He is separated from his wife and deep In a flirtation with Tony As days pass, a state of armed neutrality exists between Tonv and Judith. Junior arrives home for the holidays and treats Judith with cold, aloof politeness. Judith is uncomfortable until the boy returns to school. _ . .. ANDY CRAIG, a young man Knight has helped through college, calls on Tony. Craig is to be employed In the legal department of the publishing house. He has loved Tony for years - rather hope lass.y. One afternoon Judith encounters Craig unexpectedly She is annoved at her embarrassment. Because time hangs heavily on her hands. Arthur suggests Judith should have the house redecorated. Craig call.! frequently and one evening v hen Tony refuses to accompany him to a dog show at Madison Square Garden, Judith goes. „ Tonv. left alone with her father, tells him it i.-. Judith and not herself whom Craig comes to the house to see. Knight denies this angrily. NOW GO OS WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY (Continued.) There was nothing for her to do or say. as it happened. Judith met Tony at the foot of the stairs. The younger girl broke into a tirade: • Well, it’s too bad." she cried hotly, “when I can't get a decent bite to eat in my father’s own house! I'm not going to stand for It. Tm not. I'll show you what I’ll do.’* man JUDITH waited, wondering. She saw Tony fly downstairs five minutes later, a big sport coat thrown around her and her head bare. A purring sound came from the direction of the garage immediately. Judith saw Tony driving down the street. She was more than surprised, therefore, when Arthur Knight's daughter made overtures of friendliness that evening. Judith was dressring for dinner when she heard a tap on the door. "Who is it?” she called. Tony pushed the door back and slipped into the room timidly. “Judith." she said quietly, “I'm sorry about —rushing off this mornng the way I did. The breakfasts were all right. It was my fault. I wonder—to make up for it—if you'll have lunch with me tomorrow—in town?" Nothing like this had ever happened before. Judith could hardly believe her ears. “Why, yes," she said. “Os course I will. I'll be glad to.” “I'll have a friend with me. You don't mind?" “Not in the least. I'm anxious to know your friends." That was all that was said about the luncheon engagement then. Judith continued her toilet, happy in the knowledge of Tony's submissive mood. She did not know that “the friend" of whom Tony had spoken was Andy Craig nor that Tony had other plans lor this amazing luncheon which were not to be revealed CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE BECAUSE Judith was eager to meet Tony's unknown friend and to look her best at the luncheon, she took particular care in dressing. She selected a black crepe cut on princess lines, because it made her look older and also because the dress happened to be particularly becoming. There was a touch of old lace at the throat. Judith was one of those fortunate souls possessing a figure which needed only to be clothed in well-fitting garments to give those garments distinction. The princess frock fitted perfectly and had the correct neckline to display Judith's lovely pearls— Arthur's Christmas gift. She was to wear a small black toque, suede slippers with huge steel buckles and the fur wTap. Judith stood, her head on one side, thoughtfully checking each item of the costume. She decided it would do. She was humming a little snatch from a catchy waltz time that had been on the air the evening before. It was 10:30 o'clock in the morning. early to think of dressing for hmcheon. out Judith was in an anticipatory mood. She was pleased at the prospect of lunching with

Tony and very anxious that the girl should feel proud of her. So she wandered about the room, singing softly, pulling out dresser drawers and closing them as she selected undergarments and hose.' Someone gave a light tap on the door. Before Judith had time even to call out the door opened and Tony’s head emerged through a narrow slit. “Morning. Judith.” she said cheerfully. “Aren't you surprised to , see me up?” "Rather!” Judith answered good naturedly. “What is it—excitement: about meeting the young man?" “Oh, no!” Tony insisted, shaking her head in firm denial. “Much more important things on my mind this morning than men. “Judith, I’ve an appointment at the hairdresser’s at 11:30. Carl is such a particular hairdresser, too. I simply don’t dare miss a date. You have to sign up for ’em days and days ahead. Will you mind if I dash into town for my appointment ment and then meet you at 1 o'clock for lunch?” “No." said Judith, who did mind, j but couldn’t very easily object, j “That's quite all right, Tony. Where’s the place I’m to meet you?" "At the Rookery. It's a little place on Madison that I'm crazy about. Wait—l’ll find the address.” a a a THE door closed. Five minutes later it opened and Tony’s heed appeared once more. “Here.” she said. “I wrote it down. And of course you’ll have Bert drive in. He knows where it is. Taken me there lots of times." Tony hurled a folded piece of paper across the room. It fell in Judith’s lap. The older girl picked it up and read the address. “Oh. yes.” she said. “I know where this is. All right. I’ll meet you at 1 o'clock sharp." “Just go in and say you want Tony Knight's table." the girl in i lie doorway instructed. “Mrs. Wayne, who runs the place, knows me ” Judith nodded her head. “I'll be there at one," she repeated. “Thanks a lot. Bye-bye!” Tony disappeared and the door closed. Judith found her purse and jammed the scrap of paper into it. It was certainly very chummy and pleasant to have Tony visiting back and forth across the hallway. Well, the luncheon should be a great success. Certainly no one could be in a more angelic mood than Tony seemed to be this morning. Very leisurely judith continued dressing. She even took time for a shampoo which left her golden locks soft and gleaming. Bert was instructed to have the car at the entrance way at 11:45. It was never more than a twen-ty-five-minute run into the city, but noon traffic was slow. Judith was taking every precaution to be prompt. At 12:15 Judith Knight, feeling she was looking very well indeed, closed the door of the house behind her, came down the walk and stepped into the limousine. She gave Bert the address Tony had wTitten and sank back against the comfortably upholstered cushions. Judith loved the car and always enjoyed the ride into the city. To sit back in the big car with a liveried chauffeur in front and glide over smooth pavements was a sensation which not lost Its novelty. Traffic delays which she had anticipated did not develop. It was ten minutes to 1 when Bert brought the car up to the curb in front of "The Rookery.” Judith stepped out and instructed the driver to return for her at 2. “The Rookery” was really familiar territory. Judith had never been in the place, but she had passed it often during her employment at Hunter Brothers. It was not more than a block and a hairs walk from the publishing house. She never had ventured inside, knowing full well that Its ala carte price list was not meant for her purse. Today she opened the door and stepped in.

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THE ROOKERY” looked a good deal like a hundred other tea rooms. It appeared to be a place where food of good quality was served at high prices. The walls were creamy brown. Wooden chairs and tables stood about and in place of sunlight there were burning candles. The outstanding characteristic of the place was its air of intimacy. There were such a number of tables for two set at angles which seemed to give them privacy. A smiling woman in a blue frock came forward. “Can I give you a seat?” she asked. “Yes," answered Judith. “I came to meet Miss Antoinette Knight. I believe she reserved a table?” “Oh, yes,’’ the hostess assured her. “Miss Knight's table is back here. Will you come this way?” She led Judith to the rear of the room where, standing well apart from the others, was a table laid for two. “But this can't be right,” Judith protested. “There should be a third plate. Miss Knight is bringing a friend.” The woman in blue showed concern. “How odd! Miss Knight particularly requested this table. She called me not more than an hour ago." “Well, perhaps—perhaps I’m mistaken. It may be her friend was unable to keep the engagement.” Judith took the chair which had been drawn back for her. So she was to have luncheon with Tony alone after all! There were still several moments to wait even if Tony were prompt—of which Judith was highly doubtful. She glanced about the room prepared to enjoy herself. New eating places were always interesting to Judith. Her attention was captured by a pretty waitress who looked so very much like a Hollywood celebrity she might have been the star’s twin sister. “It's the wavy line of her hair about her face.” Judith told herself. The waitress’ dark locks were parted at the center, drawn back, then allowed to fall straight at the sidest so that her face seemed very slim and her dark eyes were given unusual emphasis. There were other pretty waitresses about. They wore pale blue frocks with fragile organdie aprons tied in floppy bows and tiny bits of organdie pinned on their heads tt ft XT VV The booming, masculine voice started her. "Why—Andy Craig! What in the world brings you here?” “Tony.” “TONY?” “Why, yes. Mrs. Knight. Any objections? You seem rather surprised.” “But —you mean you're meeting Tony here for lunch today?" “Yes. If she's anywhere within an hour of being punctual—which, of course, she may not be.” (To Be Continued)

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