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BEGIN HERE TODAY JUDITH CAMERON. Nrr 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. 16. at school. When Tony arrives home she denounces Judith ss p cold digger. Tony is secretly continuing a flirtation with .lICKEY MORTIMER, wealthy mid married. When Junior comes home lor the Christmas holidays he also treats Judith coldly. ANDY CRAIG, whom Knight has helped through college, takes a position with the publishing firm. He has been in love with Tonv lor a tong while In a fit oi anger Tony tries to convince her father that Andy and Judith ere carrying on an affair. Knight, denies this, but Tony tricks the pair into a compromising situation. Knight becomes seriously ill with pneumonia. Two nurses are installed In the household and Junior is summoned Hefore Junior returns to school he .dmits to Judith that he has misjudged her. SOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR < Continued > After the sick man was reasonably comfortable once more Judith picked up the magazine she had brought to read. She turned to a piece of fiction by an author whose work he admired so she began the story. Judith read well, for her voice was low. distinct and decidedly pleasing. Ever since the early days of Knight's recuperation it had been one of her chief pleasures to read to him. Entertainment of any form in which the patient could participate was limited so painfully. Gossip and small talk of household affairs never were very interesting to Arthur Knight. He had lost connections with the outer world and this fretted him. Judith turned to fiction as the logical hypodermic. ts tt tx IT did not come to her notice that the listener was restless that afternoon. until at the end of a column she came to the words, “Continued on page 165.” This meant turning a number of pages. As Judith did so. hunting for the right one. she glanced toward the bed. Arthur Knight was staring toward the window’. He did not appear even to bo aware that the narrative had been interrupted. His preoccupation was so marked that Judith put down the book. “Arthur—” she asked unceriainIv, “don't you care for the story? Does the reading bother you?” The man shook his head. “Go ahead and finish it.” he said. There was such lack of interest. In his tone, however, that the girl was disturbed. She was glad when the climax of the tale had been reached and the last paragraph finished. “I think you'd better rest now a while.” she told Knight. “I'll read to myself. Is there anything I can get for you?” There was not. her husband said. He turned-his head on the pillow and closed his eyes. Judith was not able to tell whether he fell asleep. At 4:20 Miss Mallory returned and the rest of the day was as its predecessors had been. Dr. Shephard continued to make his daily calls. On Wednesday he told Judith there was no further need of continuing the services of the night nurse. Miss Owens departed that afternoon. “Os course.” Judith told Miss Mallory, “while you're off duty in the afternoons I'll stay with Mr. Knight and I think we can manage about the evenings, too. “If you'd like to go into the city occasionally it will be all right because. of course. I'll be here all the time anyhow." This conversation did not take place in the patients room. When, two evenings later, the nurse gathered up Knight's supper tray to carry it from the room she paused at the bedside, smiling. “I guess there's nothing else now. is there? You're going to have anew nurse this evening.” “Anew nurse?” “Yes. Mrs. Knight is going to stav with you. She said I might go Into the city. Will you want anything else before I go?” “No. Nothing else.” Miss Mallory departed amid the rustling of stiff starched linens. When Judith entered the room ten minutes later she looked a picture. Impulse had inspired her to dress for the occasion in a rose chiffon dinner gown.

The custom of dressing for dinner had been dropped in the Knight household ever since meals had become brief, unimportant intervals with only one or two members appearing at the table. Tonight Judith wore Arthur’s pjparls about her throat. She had rouged her cheeks and powdered as carefully as if she had been going to the theater. The warm color of her trock reflected upon her face and in the subdued figure stood out as graceful as a flame. She came In laughing. “Good evening, Mr. Knight. I hope you like your new nurse?" "Very much indeed. Looking beautiful, my dear.” “I wanted you to think so.” He smiled at her. “Very beautiful,” Knight repeated. “And married to an old man who keeps you shut away from all the good times in the world. Oh, you needn't contradict me. I know’ it’s true.” u an JUDITH had thrown herself into the chair beside the bed. "Arthur why will you insist on saying these absurd things?” “Second childhood.” “Oh—but I don’t want you to joke about it! Please, won’t you understand that I don’t want to go anywhere without you? Just a little while and yooi'll be yourself again. Then we'll go everywhere and make up for what we’ve missed. Besides —I don’t think I'm missing anything.” He shook his head. “You’re married to an old man, Judith. Put back on the shelf!” She was unable to shake him from this half-melancholy, halfbantering mood all through the eve- j ning. It distressed Judith to see long 1 days spent in the sick room have j such an effect upon her husband. ] Nothing she could sav seemed able quite to make him forget that he j was an invalid, weak and demand- ! ing services from others. Something was bothering Arthur ! Knight and Julith could not help feeling that this something con- ! cerned herself. She did not take his mbods seriously. That, was to be reserved for next day. The awakening came at luncheon. Judith and Tony were having the mid-day meal together when the younger girl spoke up unexpectedly: ‘Going into town tills afternoon?” she asked. ‘Why—no!” Oh. Sorry. I thought possibly you'd take my watch in and leave it to have the clasp repaired. I can’t make the thing work and I’m afraid to wear it. I'd go in myself only I have to read to father.” Involuntarily Judith straightened. “What are you going to read?” she asked. Don't know. Some book he’s got around that he says he’s interested in. Horrible. I suppose. I think it’s something about Henry VIII or one of those old bozos " Judith looked at her stepdaughter through narrowed lashes. The girl seemed completely innocent and unaware of the effect of her words. And Judith had only the evening before begun reading to her husband a recent biography of that famed monarch. Was this idea something new of Tony’s, or had it come from Arthur Knight? The way to find out was quite simple. Since meals had become such unpretentious affairs, the luncheon soon was over. Judith immediately went upstairs. She invented an errand which sent the nurse from Knight's room. Then she said: “Tonv tells me she’s going to read to you this afternoon?” “Yes.” No explanation or qualifying phrases. Just the bare affirmative. Judith hesitated. “But I thought you wanted me to read?” she went on, blushing with embarrassment. A furrow appeared in Arthur Knight's forehead. He glanced away before answering. “Oh, you can find some other way to amuse yourself. You see, I asked Tony to stay with me while Mias Mallory was out, and reading

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I is about the only way to pass the time. Why don’t, you have Bert drive you in for a matinee?” a tt tt JUDITH'S face had flushed hotly, bu.t now it was quite pale. “It’s a good idea,” she said. "Perhaps I'll do it.” “Fine. Have a good time.” Why, he was positively eager to get her out of the house! Judith took one more quick glance at ner husband. Perhaps she w'ould have spoken, but Miss Mallory appeared again in the doorway. Miss Mallory, who was so efficient and competent mannered, smiled as though the whole world were bathed in sunshine. "Don’t you think he’s looking fine today?” she asked, with a nod toward the patient. "Much better,” Judith agreed. “Going to have him sitting up befo aren’t you?” “Well, we’ll go a little slow about that! Next week, perhaps, for an hour or so a day. You see I know just now’ these men are! Want to climb right out of bed the minute they’re able to eat a square meal and start playing golf. We’ll have him up just as soon as the doctor gives the word.” “Next week!” Knight insisted from his bed. Judith smiled, hoping with all her heart that the smile would be deceptive. She didn’t W’ant either the nurse or her husband to know howheavy her heart had suddenly become. “I’ll look in again before I leave.” she said brightly and went out of the room. Across the hall she knocked at Tony’s door, but there was no response. Slowdy Judith made her way downstairs. Throughout those grim days when Arthur had been fighting for life, when the nurses moved on tiptoe and only they and the doctor were permitted within the sickroom, Judith had prayed for the future. 4 thousand times as she reassured herself that her husband must get well. Judith had envisioned his convalescence. She could be near him then, could care for him and wait on him tenderly. Surely that was a wife’s part! She had not dreamed that Arthur would not want her. Vividly she recalled other occasions when Knight had urged her to find entertainment for herself and leave him alone. He didn’t want her! "Oh. Tony!” Judith called to the other girl. “I’ve changed my mind about going into town. I’ll be glad to take your watch.” "Going soon?” “Just as soon as I can dress.” Thirty minutes later Judith left the house. She did not ask Bert to drive her in the can Moreover, as she stepped into t. e train she gave it a quick, careful search to be sure no one was aboard who knew- her. (To Re Continued!

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