Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 225, Indianapolis, Marion County, 29 January 1930 — Page 9

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BEGIN HERE TODAT JUDITH CAMERON, typist In a New Yoric publishing house, marries her employer, ARTHUR KNIGHT. Knight is a widower with a daughter. TONY, 18, In Paris, and a son Junior. 16, at school. A honeymoon in Bermuda Is interrupted by a cablegram that Tonv is on her way to America. Judith and Arthur sell 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 and compels Tony to apologise. ANDY CRAIG, a young man Knight has helped through college, calls on Tonv. He calls frequently and one evening when Tony refuses to accompany him to a dog show Judith goes. Tonv. left alone with her father, tells him spitefully It Is Judith and not her•elf wnom Craig comes to the house to are. Knight dentes this angrily. Tony surprises Judith by asking her to have luneh in town with her next dav. Judith keeps the appointment and is met by Andy Craig, who explains Tonv a'ked him. too, to meet her. The two are together when Tony arrives half an hour late with her father She is artful enough to make Judith's and Craig's protests sound incriminating Aft*-r Knight has gone Judith goes to his office to explain She is told by his secretary he can not eee her. There is a reconciliation after Knight arrises home He tells Judith they are to entertain a group of his business associates next week at a theater party. Judith buys a beautiful gown for the occasion NO C.O ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE (Con‘inued.) She came forward. "You told me to buy a pretty dress to make you proud of me,” said Judith happily. “I hope you like it.” Knight held her away from him, staring down at her, then caught her close. "Oh, my dearest!” he whispered. Tony Knight, passing through the hallway, glimpsed the scene. She saw her father lift Judith's lips to her own and press them with a long kiss. She caught the glowing adoration in the man’s eyes. Then Tony Knight went out of the house and neither Arthur nor Judith was aware their moment of affection had been observed. For Judith there was not the slightest preparation for what was to follow. She entered her bedroom late the next afternoon as usual to dress for dinner. The door of the closet in which her clothing hung was open. Judith went, across the room to cose the door. She drew it back, looked at the closet floor and then stopped in amazement. There on the floor lay her beautiful new evening gown—cut to ribbons! CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR FOR several moments Judith considered the ruined gown. There was no need to ask who had done thus. It was perfectly obvious. Tony —of course! She picked up the little pile of transparent stuff, so feathers- light In weight, so glorious in coloring. The fabric fell apart as she lifted it. showing how the scissors had gashed the frock. Tenderly she laid the bundle of cloth upon her bed. Yes, Tony had done it. of course. The beautiful gown, lovelier still because of its memories, was a wreck. It was too late to do anything about it that evening. Tomorrow she would see. Judith did not confide in Arthur Knight. She had her own ideas how to deal with Tony. And there was no need to add to her husband's worries. A trip to the shop the dress had been purchased from was Judith's first move. She drove into town early next morning and for nearly an hour consulted the proprietor of the dressmaking salon. She left with a satisfied light in her eyes and the promise of anew frock in two days. That would be in time for Arthur's theater party. Then Judith drove to a place where it was rather unusual for ladies to shop. She instructed Bert to wait and came out of the place ten minutes later, a small parcel wrapped in brown paper under her arm. “I’ve a small job of carpentering I'd like to have you do,” Judith told the chauffeur after he had brought the car to a stop in the driveway of her home. “After you hare put the car in will you come into the house?” “Yes, Mrs. Knight.” When the young man appeared in the kitchen Mrs. Wheeler led him through the house and into the living room where Judith was waiting. "Here.” she said, handing him a tmail steel lock. "I want you to

i take this and put it on the door of the clothes closet in my room. Can you do that?” “Yes, ma’am. I’ll get some tools and be right back.’ To see that the task was done exactly as she wanted It, Judith went upstairs when Bert returned and showed him where the lock was to go. She tried it later, after the hammering was done. The locked worked. Judith closed the door carefully, turned the new key and took it from the keyhole. She did not anticipate another attack of vandalism, but laid the key safely away with her others. a a a TWO evenings later when Bert brought the car around in front of the house for Mr. and Mrs. Knight to go into the city to join their friends. Judith looked as sweetly radiant in a sheath of dahlia-colored tulle as she had the previous evening. Arthur held the velvet and ermine wrap for her. “Prettiest girl in New York,” he said softly. She smiled her thanks and together they went out of the house and down the steps. The theater party went off smoothly. Gerald Johnstown, the London representative of the firm of Hunter Brothers, paid young Mrs. Knight a flattering compliment. Judith was more pleased by the fact that Mrs. Hunter kept her near and seemed to single her out for special attention. Playing hostess at such an affair Involved few duties. The play was an amusing one. After it was ended they visited one of the most popular roof entertainments where there, was more singing and dancing by professionals. Johnstown seemed greatly diverted by what he referred to as "Americanisms.” Midnight passed and it was after 3 o’clock before the party broke up. "Weill,” sighed Arthur Knight, as he end Judith at last started homeward, “I couldn't stand this sort of thing every night in the year, but it was a pretty good night after all!” He suppressed a yawn with one hand as he spoke. Judith glanced out of the car window at the quiet streets. They really were quiet, she noted. The only time she had seen the metropolis so deserted. Os course, there was still plenty of wakefulness in the brighter districts. “I think every one enjoyed it." she said dreamily. Judith had been feeling drowsy for some time herself. She was still following the habit of arising at 7:30 and breakfasting with Arthur at 8. They rode on in silence for a long while. "Wonder where Tony was this evening?” her father said presently. Judith didn't know. Tony had refused an invitation to join the theater party, frankly stating all those old fossils would bore her to death. “I guess shell be home by the time we get there." Arthur Knight's thoughts seemed to amuse him for he chuckled. “Bea pretty good one on us, wouldn't it. to have Tony catch us getting in with the milkmen! Don’t you think that would be a good one —after I made her promise not to stav out after midnight?” “Yes.” Judith answered, “I guess It would.” ana SHE didn’t think there was any great humor in the Idea really. Nothing is apt to seem particularly humorous at 4 a. m. after a day and night of activity. But Judith was willing to be amiable. Bert seemed sleepy, too, when he finally let them out of the car and drove on slowly toward the garage. Knight had his latchkey, fumbled getting it into the keyhole and then swung the door back. Judith came after him. They had not been in the house two minutes before the rirident jangling of a ringing telephone cut the silence. Arthur hesitated on the stairway. "What the dickens ?” “It must be a wrong number." suggested Judith. “No one would be be calling at this hour.” “Well—never know. Lord. I hope nothing’s happened to Junior!” He went down the steps, through the living room and into his study.

—By Williams

Judith, carrying her wrap thrown over her arm, followed. Knight picked up the telephone. “Hello,” he called in a gruff voice. Juflith could hear the faint answer “hello” from where she stood beside him. “Yes," said Arthur Knight. “Yes. This is Knight speaking.” He was worried now, plainly anxious. “Yes, I told you so. Yes. What’s \ that you say? What’s that? Oh, ! my God? (this feebly) Yes—l’ll be right down.” He set down the receiver. “Arthur,” cried Judith, now thor- | oughly aroused. “Oh, what is it, j dear?” Arthur Knight looked at his wife j bitterly. “It’s Tony,” he said. “Arrested. | Down at the police station now with some fool who's charged with driving an automobile while intoxicated. Tony—oh, my God!” The man shut his eyes as if to blot out the thought. His lips trembled. “You’re—going down to bring her home?” Judith asked quickly. “Yes,” her husband answered. How very tired, how very draw-n and careworn Arthur Knight looked! Judith sprang into action. “You get your coat and hat, Arthur. I'll run out and have Bert bring the car back.” She was gone, the front door slammed, and almost in a moment it seemed she was back. “He's waiting,” she told Knight. “Dear, are you sure you’ll be warm enough? Hadn’t you better have your heavy coat?” Knight was wearing the same evening topcoat he had had on for i the theater. He brushed aside Ju- I dith’s suggestions. “I’m ail right,” he said. “It isn’t cold out. Won’t take us long to get there. Ooodbv, Judith.” He went out of the house and j down the walk to the car. ana KNIGHT had said it would not . take long to reach the police station but, as usual in affairs of this sort, there were delays. Judith glanced at her watch and saw it was 4:20 when he left the house. It was nearly 6 before the big car came purring up the drive again. Judith knew but the scantiest de- j tails of the escapade. She was j afraid to think of these or imagine what else Arthur might find on reaching the- station. Tony Knight, as Judith knew all too well, was a reckless, devil-may-care, young woman. But who was the young man she was with tonight? Where had they been speeding so recklessly in the early morning hours? Judith went up to her owm room and changed the fragile evening frock for a soft woollen bathrobe. Then she came downstairs again, went out into the kitchen and made coffee. After a cup of the dark, warming brew she felt strengthened. She could not sleep, she knew', and j there would be a long, dreary wait • until Arthur and Tony arrived. Ju- j dith curled up on the big davenport | and waited. (To Be Continued.)

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