Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 234, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 February 1930 — Page 13

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BEGIN HERE TODAY JUDITH CAMERON. New York typist, marries ARTHUR KNIGHT, executive of the publishing house in which she is employed. Knight is a widower with a daughter. TONY, 18, in Paris, and a son JUNIOR, 18. at school. Their Bermuda honeymoon is interrupted by news that tony is on her way back to America. Tony arrives and denounces Judith as a gold digger, for which her father makes her apologize. Tonv Is secretly continuing a flirtation with MICKEY MORTIMER, wealthy ar.d married. When Junior comes home for the Christmas holidays he also treast Judith coldlv. ANDY CRAIG, a young man whom Knight has helped through college, takes a position with the publishing Arm. He has been in love with Tony tor a long while. In a fit of anger Tony tries to convince her father that Andy and Judith are carrying on an affair. Knight denies this but Tony tricks the pair into a compromising situation. Estrangement, then reconciliation between Judith and Arthur follow. Tony's flirtation with Mortimer Is revealed when they are arrested at 3 a m. for reckless driving. At length Tony wins her father's forgiveness and promise of a trip to Miami. Preparations for the trip are interrupted when Knight comes home seriously ill. DR. SHEPARD, the family physician. makes an examination • and a nurse is installed in the household. Later that evening Dr. Shephard Is again summoned to the house. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY' CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE (Continued) Judith had been silent through this conversation, but her cheeks were scarlet. Had Dr. Shephard seen the girl strike her? Judith Knight was mortified and ashamed. She looked more ill at ease than Tony. The doctor glanced from one girl to the other. Then with a final j “H-m-m!” he turned on his heel j and disappeared. mam THERE were no more open arguments. Tony went about the house silently and sullenly and Judith soon was so anxious about Arthur she forgot the girl. Miss Owens was more talkative Miss Mallory. When the night nurse came downstairs at 8 o'clock in the morning, Judith took care to have an immaculate table waiting and a hearty breakfast ready. After she had finished her toast Miss Owens could be usually persuaded to sit a few moments and chat. Judith herself did not eat breakfast. She scarcely nibbled at food at all those days, complaining that it choked her. She drank the coffee when Mrs. Wheeler sent it to her. and would have been surprised if she had realized how often this happened throughout the day. When Miss Owens said: ‘Fairly good night. He’s holding his own,” Judith smiled a vague, blurred smile in gratitude. When the nurse looked sober and admitted her patient was troubling her. the girl's eyes closed in pain, and her lips pressed firmly together. Two mornings in succession she heard that her husband's condition was dubious. The second day Dr. Shephard came downstairs and told Judith it would be well to send for Junior. *T think yon owe it to the boy,” ne said shortly. ‘‘Twenty-four hours ought to tell the tale.’’ Doctor Shephard made three trips tb the house that day. Judith sent a telegram to the director of Arthur Junior's school, saying the boy's presence was desired at heme at once. She hid to keep busy. She had to be doing something, and so she walked. Back and forth, back and forth through the downstairs rooms. Sometimes she counted her steps. When she did this she always broke off. realizing after a long period that she had forgotten where she stopped counting. •‘Mrs. Kniclt,” the hovsekeeper appealed to her timidly, “don't you think it would do you good, ma’am, to get out of the house for a while? Just a little walk down the street for fresh air ” Judith shook her head resolutely. I'm all right, Mrs. Wheeler. Quite all right.” Sandy sniffed at his mistress' skirts as though he wanted to express sympathy. The dog followed Judith about the house and when she paused or sank into a chair he wedged close to her. nudging his •fold nose against her hand. Sandy's dark eyes seemed to say he was terribly sorry things were going so wrong and wished he could help. iVas Arthur Knight going to get well? Judith dared not face the question directly, yet always it was

there, in the back of her mind, a specter haunting each moment. Was Arthur going to get well? Oh, of course, OF COURSE he must pull through his horrible ordeal! But—would he?” mam JUDITH arose and began pacing through the rooms again. She was waiting for Dr. Shephard’s footsteps on the stairs. This waiting was becoming tolerable. She must have some comfort. Five minutes, ten minues passed. At last she heard a door open. Yes, he was coming down the stairs. The slightest sound was audible now In this silent house. “Oh. doctor!” “Yes?” “Doctor, let me go to him! Let me see him —just for a moment. Oh. I can’t stand this any longer! I’ll go mad.” The gray-haired physician took the girl's two hands in his. Slowly he shook his head. “You are not going to give up now, Mrs. Knight,” he said. “You've been a brave young woman. Very brave. Tomorrow —perhaps we can let you see him. “It is a great strain, I know’, but you are making yourself ill. Find a room that is quiet somewhere. Pull the shades and try to rest.” “I can’t rest!” “You must try, my dear. You must try.” “Doctor —I will try.” He patted her shoulder soothingly. “That’s a good girl,” he said, as a father might try to speak. “I’ll be back later. Good afternoon.” Eight hours after the telegram had been sent Arthur Jr. arrived home. It was 8 o'clock In the evening. Dinner had been finished. The household routine had been entirely rebuilt since Knight’s illness. Tony and Judith were in the living room when a noise on the steps broke the stillness. The door opened and simultaneously Judith reached the hallway. “Junior,” she said softly, “I'm glad you’re here.” “What’s happened." Passionate, boyish eyes met the girls. Tony appeared beside Judith. “Oh. Junior!’ she cried and ran to throw her arms about her brother. Judith touched the boy's sleeve. “Come in by the fire.” she said quietly. “We’ll tell you everything.” Arthur Junior looked from one to the other. Then he moved forward and all three entered the living room. "S omet h in g's happened to Father!” The boy pronounced his words defiantly, as though he dared either of them to deny the statement. Judith nodded. In her pale face and dark-circled eyes, if from no other source, the boy could read tragedy. “Where is he?” Junior demanded. Briefly, gently, Judith told the story. Tony clung to her brother, weeping. He could not see his I father now, Judith assured Junior. Tomorrow—perhaps! They were there together when Dr. Sliephard entered the house and later when he came dowTistairs. The doctor paused on the threshold of the room. “How’re you. Junior? Glad to see you. Mrs. Knight. May I have a word with you. please?” Judith arose and followed the doctor into the hall. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO JUDITH was trembling as she followed the doctor from the room. Instead of the dread pronouncement 6he learned that Doctor Shephard was calling in another physician for consultation. He expected Dr. Van Ausdale to reach the house within an hour. “Doctor—is there any change?” Try as she would, Judith could not keep her voice from quavering. The man shook his head. As usual. Dr. Shephard’s expression remained mask-like. His was not a practice built on catering to women clients' whims. “Van Ausdale's a surgeon." he told her. “If he advises well put in a drain. The next two hours may tell us something. Can’t stand here

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talking! I’ve got to be upstairs. Bring Van Ausdale up as soon as he comes.” Doctor Shephard turned toward the stairway and judith went back to the living room. Brother and sister were huddled together upon the davenport. Tony’s arms were around the boy. Both of them confronted Judith with frightened, reproachful eyes. “Why didn’t he want us to hear?” Junior demanded. “I haven’t any idea,” said Judith. “Dr. Shephard told me he's sending for another physician.” “Is he worse?” the tw r o voices came in chorus. “He didn’t say so. Maybe in two hours we’ll—know.” Silence spread a thick and heavy mantle over the room. Then Tony began to cry quietly and Junior attempted awkwardly to comfort her. Judith sat on the opposite side of the room. The barrier betw’een Arthur Knight’s second wife and his children never had been so plainly drawn. Nervously Judith clasped and unclasped her hands. Waiting—had she ever in this world done anything else except sit here waiting? Ever; other memory seemed erased from her mind. The surgeon arrived and Judith met him at the door. She put aside his wraps and took him up the stairs to the sick room. Miss Owens, in trim white linen uniform and cap. opened the door and admitted Dr. Van Ausdale. Judith returned downstairs. “There’s nothing yet,” she told the boy and girl in answer to the question they did not need to ask “Why can't I go up—just to look at him?” Arthur Junior asked. Judith said she did not know. Every one had been excluded except the doctors and nurses. “She doesn't want us to see him.” Tony told the boy. There was no doubting the hostility in the girl’s voice. “She put the doctor up to say we couldn’t go! I know she did.” Judith was silent. What did it matter, now, what any one said? “When Dr. Shephard comes down next time I’ll ask him myself!” the boy announced. He sat quite awhile and then suddenly his voice burst out passionately: “You’re to blame for this! It’s your fault! Why did you let him get sick? My mother wouldn’t have dont it. He got sick when she was here!” “I don’t know,” Judith said. Her voice seemed far away. “I don’t know. Maybe it is—my fault!” mm* SLOWLY the long night wore on. Dr. Van Ausdale came downstairs, but would report nothing. Dr. Shephard, he said, would give them the news as soon as there was something definite. The patient was making a good fight. (To Be Continued)

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