Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 236, Indianapolis, Marion County, 11 February 1930 — Page 10

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BEGIN HERE TODAV JUDITH CAMERON. Now York tvoist. marries ARTHUR KNIGHT, executive of the publishing house in which she is employed. Knight is ft widower with a daughter. TONY. 18. in Paris, and a. son, JUNIOR. 10. at, school. When Tony returns home she denounces Judith as a gold digger. . Tonv secretly 1s continuing a flirtation with MICKEY MORTIMER, wealthy end married. When Junior comes home for the Christmas holidays he also treats Judith coldly. . ANDY CRAIG, whom Knight has helped through college, takes a position with t.he publishing firm. He has been in love with Tony for 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 comorom,S*Tony>U flirtation with Mortimer is revealed when thev are arrested for reckless driving. Tonv wins her father s forgiveness and promise of ft trip to Miami. Preparations are interrupted Knight comes home seriously ill witn pneumonia. Two nurses are Installed in the household and Junior Is summoned home At last the patient begins to reCO NOW GO ON WITH THE STORT CHAPTER. THIRTY-THREE (Continued) The bov seemed slightly ill at ease under the eyes of the nurse and his stepmother. When he was not with Knight ottß'r members of the household seldom saw him except at meal time. * * * r" had been agreed that Junior should depart Sunday morning so that he might, be on hand for classes Monday. He himself had made the suggestion, mumbling his words and looking off to one side as he spoke to Judith about it. She agreed this would be best. Arthur Knight’s safe recovery seemed assured. It would only interfere with the boy’s school work for Junior to remain home longer. 'lhis was particularly true with Knight in such a weak state that there could be no real companionship between the two. Saturday evening Judith came downstairs to flnd Arthur Junior lying on the rug before the fireplace with Sandy in his arms. The sharp rat-a-tat-tat of the terrier's little tall beat upon the floor. The dog looked up. welcoming his mistress; he did not stir. Judith sat down. •Sandy's getting fond of you. Junior,” she said. “Pretty fine little dog, don’t you think so?” The boy nodded. "I used to have a dog." he said. “Airedale. A car ran over him and after that I didn t want another. "I know,” Judith nodded under"Accidents are so terrible and they happen every day. I’m trying to be awfully careful with Sandy.” The boy’s arms gripped the little dog in a tight hug. Then he sat up and for several minutes studied the floor silently. Sandy nuzzled against Juniors hand, but was ignored. After several seconds of wistful appeal the dog moved on to Judith, who patted his head, but gave him no encouragement to settle beside her. Again the terrier sought attention from Junior. He was neglected. Quite without introduction, the boy suddenly turned toward Judith and said huskily: "There's something—l mean I want to—l want to tell you something before I go back to school.” She looked at him. too surprised to Interrupt. Junior continued swiftly: “Christmas time I didn't want to come home when I knew you were here. I didn't even want to see you. “You wouldn't know —well I guess I cent explain the way 1 felt—but wnat I’m trying to say now is I'm sorry! I'm sorry I talked the way I did and said what I did. I was —wrong!” It was quite a long speech and an embarrassing one for the boy. Judith was thoroughly amazed by It. There was no reply on the tip of her tongue. None came for a full second after Junior had finished speaking. Then she said eloquently : "Oh—it's awfully generous of you to say that! Junior —do you mean we can be friends —.” The boy appeared to be quite busy examining the strap of Sandy's black leather collar. He nodded, bending over the dog. “O. K. with me.” he said. a a a JUDITH'S face was radiant. She longed to show by word or act how much —how terribly much — this truce meant- She wanted to

slip an arm about Junior’s shoulders and tell him that for weeks she had prayed for just such news. She wanted to tell the lad he could count on her, not to try to take a mother’s place, but to offer him a home-like home, to listen to his confidences, to understand hts problems. Each of these Impulses Judith suppressed. She was afraid of the way a 16-year-old youth would receive any show of emotion. “It’s O. K. with me, too,” she said. “Junior, when you’re here Sandy’ll be your dog just as much as he’s mine.” “All right. Thanks.” Immediately she began to ask questions about the dog’s care, what Junior's opinion was on the merits of two different dog foods, how to handle the weekly bath, which to Sandy remained a terrific ordeal. The boy answered seriously. Suddenly, to Judith’s great delight, she found that talking to Arthur’s son was easy and stimulating. He really did not hate her. He seemed actually friendly! Judith was so overcome by this discovery that she could not keep from mentioning it. She came over where the boy was sitting, knelt down beside him and put out her hand. “Let’s shake hands. Junior.” she said. “I’m not going to forget what you’ve said tonight.” The boy gave her his hand awkwardly. “That's all right.” he told her. “I really wasn’t trying to be mean before. Seeing how bad you felt about father being sick and all you’ve done for him sort of made me see things differently, I guess.” Judith smiled at him happily. She did not spoil the moment by prolonging it. “Why don’t you go up and say goodnight to your father now?” she suggested. “I’m sure Miss Owens will be willing to break a rule since this is your last night at home.” "Think so? Well, guess I’ll try it. Can I take Sandy up?” * Tactfully Judith discouraged this last motion. When the boy returned downstairs, having bade his father good night, the living room was empty. Happiness over the evening’s victory was so great Judith felt she must celebrate its solitarily. Winning the confidence of Arthur's son was such a triumph. She had felt helpless over his grim opposition, so incapable of dealing with it! Now the boy—of his own will —had surrendered. Was it too much to hope that Tony, who was his sister, would do the same? Judith Knight pondered all this long after she had turned out the light in her room and slid beneath the covers. She drifted to sleep in a rosy glow of optimism. Foolish Judith! Once more she made the error of underestimating Tony Knight’s endeavors. How little she dreamed that what in prospect appeared to be a peaceful future was to bring the bitterest blow. bom AT 10 o’clock next morning, after cordial farewells had been exchanged. Arthur Jr. departed .or the railway station. Bert went with him. driving the large car. Andy Craig came for Tony later in the'day. Andy had proved himself a true friend throughout Arthur Knight’s illness. He had called frequently for bulletins, always with an air of reassurance. Judith had blessed him because he occasionally had been able to persuade Tony to stop moping about the house and go out with him of an evening. This Sunday Andy and Tony went motoring in the girl's own roadster. Though the ban had not been lifted officially, Tony had taken to driving her car again. Judith watched the pair disap- , pear down the driveway. Then she mounted the stairs and entered Ar- ; thur’s room. He greeted her cheerfully. “Miss Mallory,” said Judith im- | pulsively. “it’s a gorgeous day outside. Why don’t you go out for a couple of hours? I’m sure I can get anything Arthur wants. He’s had his medicine, hasn’t he?” The xrngse smiled doubtfully.

—By Williams

“He doesn’t really need me,” she agreed, “if you’re going to stay.” “Oh, I want to! Really, you might just as well be out enjoying yourself. You’re willing to risk your fate in my hands, aren’t you, Arthur?” Knight smiled and bowed his head slightly. “Well, if you think it’s all right !” Miss Mallory countered. “Os course I do.” “All right, then. I would like to run into the city to see my sister just for a few minutes. I can be back I’m sure by 4 o’clock.” “Until 4 o’clock, then,” said Judith. The nurse withdrew. Judith brought her chair a little nearer Arthur’s bed, sat down and reached out to clasp his hand. Knight’s fingers twined about his wife's, then lay still upon the counterpane. "Tony’s driving with Andy,” she told him. “Isn’t it nice—after so long—to have a. little time all to ourselves, dear?” She realized, the minute she said it, that she ought not to be urging him to talk. Knight’s strength was not equal to conversation. He eyed her seriously. “Yes,” he said in a slow voice. “Judith, there’s something I want to talk to you about,” CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR WITH an effort which cost him much, Arthur Knight raised himself on one elbow. His dark eyes looked bright and too intense. They bespoke the weakened condition in which weeks of illness had left him. “You do this too often. Judith,” he said. “I don’t want you giving up all your pleasures just because I’ve got to stay here in bed. You’re not going to sacrifice ” Judith interrupted. She would have spoken sooner, but his words had come with startling abruptness. “Why, Arthur! How ridiculous! Here—you mustn’t try to sit up like i that. It isn’t good for you. Dr. | Shephard would be perfectly furious Ito hear of such a thing. Please! j Lie down again and let me read to I you. won't you?” Stubbornly Knight shook his head. Nevertheless, he did drop back against the pillow". “No. I don’t .want you sending the others away and giving up all your time to take care of me as though I were a child.” “But, darling, I want to be with you! I thought we’d both enjoy a little together.” “It isn't that,” the man went on rather pettishly. “It isn’t that at all. I want you to have good times. Judith.” She was able to hush him into acquiescence, laughing at his protests and finally accusing him of being tired of her. It was all just a joke, of course.

(To Be Continued)

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