Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 224, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 January 1930 — Page 12

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BEGIN HERE TODAY JUDITH CAMERON, tvpist in a New York publishing house, marries her employer. ARTHUR KNIGHT. He overlooks the lact that Judith Is not communicative about her past life. Knight is a widower with a daughter. TONY, 18, In Paris, and a son. JUNIOR. 16, at school. A honeymoon In Bermuda Is Interrupted bv a cablegram that Tony Is on her unv to America. Judith and Arthur sail to meet her. When Knight brings his daughter home, the girl ignores her stepmother. Later she tells Judith she must leave the house. Knight overhears end compels Tony to apologize. The girl spends much of her time wi.h MICKEY MORTIMER, blase amuse-ment-seeker whom she met in Paris. He is separated from his wife and deep in a flirtation with Tony. 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 calls frequently and one evening when Tony refuses to accompany him to a dog show Judith goes. Tony, left alone with her father, tells him spitefully it is Judith and not herself whom Craig comes to the house to see. Knight denies this angrily. Tony surprises Judith by asking her to have lunch in town with her next day. Judith keeps the appointment and is met by Andy Craig, who explain:. Tony asked him. too. to meet her. The two are together when Tony arrives half an hour later with her father. She is artful enough to make Judith’s and Craig protests sound incriminating. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO (Continued.) “But. did you tell him ” Judith began in a sligthly bewildered voice. “Yes,” said Miss Tupper decisively. “I told him Mrs. Knight was here.” Judith arose. “You may tell Mr. Knight,” she said, “that I have gone on." She was very pale and her chin was held h'gh as she stepped into the car and directed Bert to drive her home. Judith had gone to Arthur's office in a repentant mood. She wanted to tell him the whole story of the luncheon episode. She wanted to make it clear that she had not been seeking a private interview with Andy Craig. And his answer had been that he would “sec he? in thirty minutes.” llie young wife was more upset by this announcement than by the affair at the Kookery. That had been Tony's misdoing. This was a thrust from Arthur himself. Rebellious, feeling deeply abused. Judith rode home. She did not glance at the landscape as they passed along. At last they reached the house. Harriet opened the door for her and Judith entered. There were a few instructions to be given to the housekeeper. Then Judith Knight hurried up the stairs to her own room, closed the door behind her. locked it and threw off her hat and coat. With a little sob she sank to the bed and let the tears come. Twenty minutes later Judith had dried her eyes. She walked over to her writing desk, drew out notepaper. pen and ink. A long time she stared at the blank sheet. There was the old look, the haunted look in Judith's eyes. Suddenly she began to write; The words which she set down were: “Dear Phil ” CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE IT was a long letter that Judith wrote. Afternoon shadows were lengthening and the sunlight had faded from the room by the time she laid down her pen, folded the totepaper and slipped the. sheets nto an envelope. She added an address and stamp. U ut she did not seal the envelope. '.o.tead. she drew out a drawer of ie desk, dropped the letter into it id shut the drawer. Then she arose, slipped off her ress and went into the bathroom to pair the damages of her tears. Arthur Knight, arriving home an our later, found a smiling, self'ntrolled wife waiting to greet him. Knight was looking tired. •hidith noted the lines of weariss in her husband's face; noted, o. *hat there were shadows be--ath his eyes, and that Arthur's lacked its usual impressive gor. “Come in before the fire,” she : d. after he had shed his wraps. P’s '•heery in here. Arthur. There’s 'env of time before dinner.” Wright. 'o!lowed his wife and sat -m boride her on the davenport. “Jrdth. T know that nonsense of ”~ny’s amount to anythin? at hmrh time.” Judith smiled. “Os course riot.” she agreed. "I knew you’d understand, dear.”

But neither of them explained just what they meant by “that nonsense of Tony’s,” and the fact that Arthur understood one thing and Judith another meant that the episode was not ended. “I worried some this afternoon," Judith added as an afterthought. “That was why I stopped at the office.” “You stopped at the office? You mean my office. Why, I didn’t know’ that—” “Didn’t Miss Tupper tell you I was there?” Knight shook his head in denial. "She certainly did not,” he said. “What time was it?” “But—why, how funny! T w’as on my way home. I don’t know—it must have been about 2:30 I guess. Why, Arthur—Miss Tupper said you were in conference and if I wanted to see you I’d have to w’ait half an hour!” “Well, of all the—! She told you that?” Judith nodded. “Confound that woman! That’s the second time I’ve caught here interfering in my affairs lately. I’ll not have it. I’ll discharge hre tomorrow!” a a a BUT Judith caught his arm. “Don’t do anything hasty, dear. She’s really valuable to you, you know’. How long has she been with the firm?” “That’s not the point. That's not it at all! The idea of her telling you I was in conference! Why, I w r as at my desk all the afternoon. The very idea —” He fumed on for several moments. Arthur Knight's ritual of office discipline had been interfered w’ith and he was aroused. “But don’t discharge her this time.” Judith urged. “Think how much she knows about your work and what a trial it w’ould be to break in someone new! If you talk to her about it in the morning I’m sure it won’t happen over again. You ought to give her one more trial. Arthur.” Pity for Kathryn Tupper was not prompting Judith’s w’ords. She knew exactly how’ much effort the private secretary saved her husband each day and that for Arthur's ow’n good Miss Tupper should be given another chance. Besides, she felt a’ verbal reprimand would be effective. They had dinner alone. Tony came in for a short while, later disappearing with Andy Craig as an escort. While Knight and his wife were at the table he announced a piece of news. “By the way.” said Arthur “were going to give a party next week.” “But the house is torn up!” He smiled good-humoredly. “I know. That won’t, make any difference, This is going to be a theater party, Judith. Some place in town. Johnstown, our London representative. is getting in Monday. It’s just a piece of business courtesy. I’ll ask R. G. and his wife and one or two- others. Johnstown's typically English and I know’ nothing would please him so much as seeing an American play and a little night life. Have to find out later what evening we can make it.” Judith and Arthur had been guests at the R. G. Hunter home. Hunter was the present chief executive of the publishing company. It had been a formal, uncomfortable dinner party. Judith was pleased to hear that no such entertainment was to be expected in her home. “All right.” she said. “If it’s that kind of a party I guess it won't be hard to manage.” “Oh. no. You’ll like Johnstown. He's all right. By the w’ay, get yourself anew dress, why ’ don't you. Judith? I want you to look your best. ’ She considered this. Her one really formal gown was the black, which she had worn to the Hunters’ dinner. Perhaps she did need something new. “I’ll get it.” she promised, smiling. “That is—l’ll look for something.” Judith spent a happy and contented evening with her husband. Tony's efforts at trouble making after all had bren unavailing. Arthur's loyalty wras proven and Judith felt that she had been silly in giving way to tears. After she was in her own room

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that evening and had changed her dinner frock for a soft negligee, Judith went to her writing desk, tool: out the letter she had written so carefully, tore both letter and envelope into little bits and dropped them in a waste basket. n a u p ANDY, the Scotch terrier, arrived t3 next afternoon. It was the same pup Judith had admired at the dog show’, and when he w’as led into the front hallw’ay the little animal came directly up to the girl, wagging his bit of a tail expressively, and sniffing as though to say, “How do you do.” Judith was delighted. She stroked the dog’s head, rubbed his chin and before half an hour had gone by they were old friends. Sandy was -given an elegant bed of soft cushions and made himself at home immediately. Taking the dog for daily airings, romping with him about the house and teaching him new’ tricks brightened Judith’s days immensely. She really hated to steal time from Sandy to shop for the new evening gown, but shop Judith did. She made three trips and the third day stepped into a Fifty-seventh street shop and there—waiting as if to greet her—w r as the gowm. It was a lovely thing of slinky, Spanish lines made from glowing dahlia purple tulle. It clung closely to the figure as far as the knees, then the filmy fabric billowed and cascaded exactly like a Castilian dancer’s skirts. There was clever banding breaking the simplicity of the bodice and the low-cut decolletage complicated the perfect, sophisticated effect. Judith, with the gown slipped over her shoulders for a fitting held her breath. By all odds it was the most becoming, the most exquisite garment ; she had ever worn. Arthur would be proud of her in this dress. She was sure of that. The rich, dark shade was the perfect complement for Judith’s coloring. It made the blue of her eyes seem darker, and her hair more radiant. The dressmaker’s skill was I shown to highest advantage over the ; girl's slim, rounded form. “11 take it,” Judith announced decisively, and next afternoon it was j delivered. She untied the wrappings with | eager fingers, drew away the folds |of tissue paper and held up the beautiful gown. Yes, it was as per- ! feet as she remembered. n u a THAT evening after dinner was served Judith disappeared. Knight devoted himself to the evening newspaper until something made him glance up. There in the doorway stood Judith, arrayed in her new finery. The girl's eyes were starry and her cheeks bright. “Do you—like me?” she asked, slowly turning to give her husband a complete view of the costume. Knight was on his feet. “Judith!” he exclaimed. “Why, you’re wonderful!” (To Be Continued)

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