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BKGIN HfRF TODAY JUDITH CAMERON, (VDlst in 2 New York publishing house, marries ARTHUR KNIGHT, her emplover. Knight is a widower with a daughter. TONY, and a son. JUNIOR. The girl ignores her stepmother. Later she tells Judith she must leave the house. Knight overhears and compels Tony to apologize. The girl spends much of her time with MICKEY MORTIMER, blase amusement seeker, whom she met in Paris. He is separated from his wife and deep in a flirtation with Tonv. As days pass a state of armed neutrality exists between Tonv and Judith. ANDY CRAIG, a young man Knight had helped through college, calls on Tony. He has been in love with her — rather hopelessly- for a long while. Craig comes to the house frequently and Tony, in a mood of spite, tries to convince her father the young man is carrying on an afTair with Judith. When Knight denies this angrily Tony tricks Judith and Andv Craig into a luncheon engagement and brings her father upon the scene. . . Knight tries to overcome his suspicions. Craig calls to see Tony. When Knight goes to announce his arrival Tony refuses to see the young man but makes her peace with her father. Knight promises Tonv a trip to Miami with Judith, unaware that Mortimer has gone there. Preparations for the trio begin immediately. Judith encounters MRS. FRANKLIN MONROE WEST who Invites her and Arthur to dinner. NOW GO ON WITH THF. STORY

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT (Continued.' She did assure Mrs. West, however. before departing, that she would let her know definitely in the morning about the dinner engagement. Driving home later Judith Knight was irritated by the thought that she had let herself in for a tiresome evening. But, gracious! how sould she escape? And, after all. Mrs. West meant to be kind. It had been a long while since Judith had been greeted so enthusiastically by a woman friend. “She has her faults.” Judith mused, “but so do other people. If I'd only met her earlier I wouldn't have been nearly so lonesome. No. I really believe I'm glad I said we and come to dinner.” Husbands who are kind and indulgent are not always manageable. Judith was to discover this fact that very evening. When she told Arthur Knight, about, the proposed visit to the Franklin Monroe West home he refused flatly to go. “That woman is awful!” he declared heartedly. "Go to her dinner party? I certainly will not. You'll have her coming here the very next thing. She's the kind you don't dare encourage. Tell her it s Impossible.” “But I did make excuses for tomorrow and the next night.” "There—you see? That's just what you'd expect.” "Listen. Arthur. I want to go.” “You want to go?” Judith nodded her head soberly. "It’s been pretty lonesome,” she said, "knowing so few people. I like Mrs. West because she's friendly.” “Then you'll have to go without me! ” “Arthur!” He nodded complacently. “That woman's a menace." said Arthur Knight. “If you take my advice you'll leave her alone.” "But I promised " “All right then. If you want to go and you promised by all means go! Only I'm not coming!” Judith spoke tensely. “In that case I'll go—alone!” CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE. t“V3R an instant Arthur Knight r looked like a man who could not believe his hearing. He eyed Judith. waiting for her to continue tne conversation. Instead the young wife busied herself intently with the clasp of a string of beads. Apparently Judith was oblivious to her husband’s concern. Knight seemed about to speak, hesitated, then turned on his heel abruptly and left the room. The door shut behind him with a slam. So Judith was determined to go to that silly West creature's dinner party! Arthur Knight sighed. He could not understand it. He was also unpleasantly aware that his manner had been rude. Knowing that one has appeared at disadvantage never improves a situation. The man wandered downstairs frowning. He had been, right about the thing! He had been right and here Jitiith was making him feel like an infernal Simon Legree. “Oh, father!" "Yes—what is it?* t Tony tu calling to him from

her favorite corner of the divan. She wore the simple yellow dress Knight particularly liked. She sat with feet tucked up in a schoolgirl pose, her head thrown backward and a coaxing smile in the dark eyes. “Come over and sit beside me!” Without reply he came. Tony slipped one arm around her father’s shoulders, pulled his head toward hers playfully and ran her fingers through his hair. “Tired tonight?” “Oh, I guess not. So —so! Your old father’s losing his pep, Tony. What’ve you been doing all day?” "Father, you ARE tired! I wish you wouldn't work so hard.” He turned this aside with a laugh, was about to answer when suddenly a loud sneeze interrupted. “Picked up a beastly cold somewhere,” Knight apologized. “Guess that’s what’s the matter with me tonight.” “Darling. I’m so sorry! But you do work too hard and you stay in that horrid old office when you aught to be outside enjoying yourself with the rest of us. Listen, you must take a hot bath, and lots of medicine and. liniment—” He pushed her away in protest. “Not a chance! Little sleep's all I need. Say—with all that stuff you'd murder me.” Tony giggled. “Here,’’ she said. “I've got something I want to show- you. Remember this?” The girl had reached for an object lying on the coffee table. She picked it up. handed it toward her father and waited. a a a IT was a photograph made ten or twelve years earlier. The gray photographic print was mounted upon a white card. In the group were a man. a woman and two children. The woman was seated with the boy and girl on either side of her. The man stood behind the wooden bench on which they sat. No doubt about it. The man was Arthur Knight and the little girl in organdie must have been Tony. "Well, well!” Knight exclaimed. "Yes. I certainly do remember this picture. Got one of ’em put away somewhere. Where'd you find it?” “I was looking through my desk this afternoon, hunting some things I wanted to pack. It was in with a lot of other old stuff and I got It all out and looked through it. Why. I can remember that white dress just as well! The sash was pink and wasn’t I proud of it—” Her words broke as Judith Knight appeared in the doorway. Judith was not looking particularly well. Her eyes were suspiciously redrimmed. Instantly Tony sprang to her feet. “Look, Judith.” she said sweetly. "Here’s a picture I’ve been showing to father. Isn’t it quaint? Would you ever recognize me? And that's Junior, of course, and father and mother. I remember father oought us ail ice cream sodas after we left the studio.” Judith took the faded card in her hand and studied it. She had never before seen a photograph of Arthur's former wife. She had wondered about that ether woman, of course. Now a chilling, icy shiver crept down her spine. “How—sweet!” said Judith uncertainly. She could not raise her eyes from the picture. That woman sitting there, smiling so happily, was the bride Arthur Knight had first loved. She wore a gown which seemed curious now. One arm rested on each of her children. Yes. there was a marked similarity between her face and that of Arthur Junior's today. The boy was attired in a stiff white linen sailor suit. All of them were smiling All of them looked happy. A family picture! Suddenly the photograph blurred before her. It was tantalizing to see Arthur —such a strange, youthful Arthur—smiling at her in that prideful way. lordfully exhibiting his family. “Oh—oh, I'm so sorry!" A large, round tear had fallen on the photograph. Judith dabbed at it hastily, trying to remove the mark. The circle had fallen directly upon the face of the first Mrs. Knight! “Her*—m talcs JC Ton s told the

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other girl coolly. “I hope the mark isn't going to show.” Judith returned the photograph. “I hope not.” she echoed weakly. Then she turned away from Tony and Arthur. Harriet saved the situation by announcing that dinner was ready to be served. a a t> JUST how Tony Knight had become aware that relations between her father and stepmother were slightly strained is not so easy to explain. Nevertheless she had sensed the situation and cleverly she played upon it. With actress instinct Tony Knight became for that evening the devoted, dutiful child. She deferred to her father constantly throughout the meal. She kept the conversation on the past, thereby forcing Judith to be solely a listener. She reminded Arthur Knight of incidents which set them both laughing, but were mysteries to Judith. Just when the older girl thought she could not tolerate the situation another moment, Tony apologized contritely. “Oh, Judith,” she said, “all this must be awfully dull for you!” There was nothing the miserable young wife could do, but smile and voice assurances that she was heartily enjoying the evening. Knight should have noticed how affairs were heading. He did not. After they had left the table and finished their coffee Tony suggested a game of cribbage. It had long been a favorite pastime with Arthur Knight. Judith did not play. Her husband objected. “Better make it bridge,” he said. “Judith, we want you in on this.” “Oh, no. Please! Go ahead and play, you and Tony. Really I’d much rather not. I'm not at all in the mood for cards this evening and I'd much rather finish my chapter.” She picked up a. volume she had been reading during the afternoon, leaving Knight and his daughter to their game. The contest had not progressed far when Tony suddenly laid down her cards. “Oh—l forgot! There's something I wanted to ask you. father. You know I sort of forgot and—well. I asked Andy to come around Thursday night.” “What’s wrong with that?” “Nothing, only it’s our last evening at home, you know. After I said he could come I was sorry.” “But why?” “Well, don’t you think when Wednesday's the last night we’ll be together for so long it would be nicer to spend it without any outsiders?” Judith glanced up from her book. “You say you asked Andy to come over?” she said. “You mean for the evening or dinner?” “Oh. just for the evening. Only I’m sorry now that I did it.” (To Be Continued)

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