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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE IT was after 6 o’clock when Judith Knight arrived home that evening. She came hurrying, almost running, up the walk and pushed open the front door. There was no one in sight in the hallway and Judith closed the door softly behind her. Then she turned toward the staircase. “Well —you must have had quite an afternoon!” Tony stood at the head of the stairs, gazing downward. She was wearing a frock of sheer bronze net, one of the new ones bought for the trip to Florida Slippers, gleaming bracelets and other accessories indicated that Tony had made plans for a festive evening. The girl smiled, but there w T as bitterness and sarcasm in the smile. “Yes. It got. late before I realized it." Judith had been startled by the other girl’s appearance. She looked disturbed and a trifle confused as her eyes met Tony’s and then dropped. Probably she would have moved on quickly, but the younger girl stood directly in her path. Then Tony came down the stairs. Leaning casually against the banister and studying her stepmother coolly she asked: “Did you meet friends?” Judith raised her head. “Oh, no,” she said. “Just—the usual thing. Some shopping and tea and—l don't know, the time seemed to fly! By the way, they promised to send your watch out Wednesday.” "Thanks," Tony drawled. Judith passed her. She had gone but a few steps when she turned. "Going out for the evening?" she asked. "Having dinner with Andy. I hope you don't mind?” Judith's cheeks crimsoned. “Hardly!" she said. “Would you mind telling Harriet you're not to be here?” The younger girl said she would speak to the maid. Judith hurrieo upstairs to pull off hat and coat, pat her hair into place and dust her face with powder. Then she crossed the hall and rapped at the door of Arthur’s room. Miss Mallory's cheerful face appeared. “Oh. Mrs. Knight! Your husband's been waiting for you and he's hgd such a good afternoon!” a a o JUDITH entered the room and looked toward Arthur. There was no sign that he had missed her. Arthur Knight looked quite comfortable ad he was smiling. “Hello." she said. “I'm so sorry to be late ’’ “Oh. is it late?" the nurse asked. She glanced at her wrist watch. “Well, it is! Nearly 6:30. I'd better be seeing about a certain gentleman's dinner!" Miss Mallory left the room. Judith moved nearer to the bed and sat down by her husband. “Did—you and Tony have a nice afternoon?" “Splendid.” he nodded. "Enjoy your trip in town?” She said that she aid. then turned the conversation. Just how Judith Knight had spent that afternoon in the city none of the members of the household was to lean. Dinner was served a little later. Tony and Andy had left the house sd Judith ate the meal in solitude. Later she sat with Arthur and Miss Mallory until it was time for the patient to go to sleep. An early bedtime was part of the strict program which Dr. Shephard had laid (jr'wn fcr the sick man. •Days followed in which Judith found herself continually shut away from Arthur Knight. Each afternoon Tony sat with her father while tlje nurse took her airing. If Judith lingered it was only too obvious that her presence made Knight rfetlecs. She made repeated trips into the city, almost always by train instead of taking the car. Her comings and geings seemed to make little difference in the suburban home, gradually Arthur Knight's health wpas returning. He was permitted to get out of bed and sit for an hour one morning, propped up with

pillows in his big chair and well wrapped in blankets. Next day he was permitted an hour thus in the morning and another in the afternoon. “The only thing holding him back,” Miss Mallory told Judith privately, “is the way he worries about business affairs. I wish there was somthing we could do to make him stop.” Judith did not know what to do. She broached the subject to the doctor. “What’s the matter with his business?” he asked gruffly. "Hunter Brothers still are printing books, aren’t they?” “Yes, of course. I know it’s silly but, you see, for years Arthur has let business come to mean almost everything to him. I was wondering if perhaps we might take a trip somewhere ” “The physician shook his head. "Later,” he said. "Foolish to risk traveling now. Isn’t well enough.” He thought for a minute. Then he said, "Who’s your husband’s assistant?” “He hasn’t any assistant —exactly. There are four or five men who each have a good many responsibilities. Os course he has a secretary, who’s been with him for years. "Man?" Doctor Shephard asked. “No —Miss Tipper is her name. She’s been sending the personal letters out and telephoning every day. She’s very capable.” "I’ll tell you what you do now,” the doctor said decisively. ‘Get this Miss What’s-her-name to come out here for an hour or two, bring his letters along, let him dictate, make him think he’s getting back into the game. Will you do this?” "Miss Tupper here?” Judith asked in dismay. "Certainly. Right here. That’ll give your husband something to think about. I've been noticing this melancholy that’s developing and I don’t like it. My plan may not help any but I’ve an idea it will. Anyhow well try it!" mm* A LITTLE later Judith had a telephone conversation with R. G. Hunter’s assistant, and it was arranged that Kathryn Tupper should come to the Knight home the next aternoon. Arthur Knight seemed pleased with the news. He was allowed to sit up for two hours consecutively now. From 2 until 3 o'clock he sat and chafed and worried because the time dragged. At 3 o’clock Miss Tupper was to arrive. Judith would have given a good deal to be spared meeting this woman who disliked her so, but making excuses seemed cowardly. Therefore, it was Judith herself who greeted Miss Tipper after Harriet had answered the door bell. She came forward, her hand out in friendly greeting. “How do you do. Miss Tupper? It’s awfully nice of you to come out. Mr. Knight will be so glad to see you.” “How do you do?” Kathryn Tipper did not take the outstretched hand. In her drab coat and unbecoming hat the woman’s unattractiveness was increased. To be sure the coat and hat had cost enough. Kathryn Tipper’s salary was quite comfortable and she had made a particular effort to look well on this occasion. Results served to prove the point that good taste in dress must either be instinctive or laboriously acquired. Unbecoming as was the woman’s costume, her manner was more forbidding. The mere sight of Judith seemed to draw Miss Tipper's beady little eyes into gimlets. In speaking to the young Mrs. Knight, the private secretary assumed the same tone she had used months and months before to assign Judith unpleasant tasks in the office. Facing this cool and hostile visitor was disconcerting. “Harriet will take your things.” Judith said, and the maid stepped forward to take Miss Toppers’ coat and hat. “Now will you come upstairs?" Kathryn Tupper had been in her employer’s home once or twice before, but not since Judith had had it redecorated. She snatched a

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quick glance into the living room, then followed Judith up the stairs, making swift rnentla notes as she went. In one hand she carried a small leather brief case. At the door of Arthur’s room Judith stepped back. She knocked and the nurse admitted them. “Miss Tupper—how do you do!" “How do you do, Mr. Knight.” Like a flash the secretary’s cold, forbidding manner disappeared. She hurried toward her employer, took his hand and pressed it gently. “Oh, it’s so good to see you,” she went on quickly. “We—we miss you at the office, Mr. Knight. We want you to hurry and get well enough to come back.” a a IT' ATHRYN TUPPER was almost maternal in the way she fluttered and hovered about the man. Probably Arthur Knight was ten years older than his secretary. But he was ill now, weakened, and the greatest exertion permitted him was to sit in this chair. Conditions were reversed. In his office Knight was the dominant figure and the secretary took instructions. Today Kathryn Tupper took command immediately. She raised the flap of the brief case. “I’ve gone through all the correspondence,” she said. “There wasn’t anything important this morning, but there are a few letters I’ve been holding which I thought you’d like to see personally—” The shrewd, absorbed expression Arthur Knight wore when he was deeply concerned in a business interview crossed his face. Miss Tupper began to read from the letter in her hand. Judith and Miss Mallory both left the room. After Kathryn Tupper had finished reading Knight dictated some notes which she wrote on the letter's margin. There were other documents to be gone through and the time passed swiftly. At 4 o’clock the nurse returned. “That’s enough work for today now, Mr. Knight,” she said, smiling in her good-natured way. Miss Tipper sat back, looked a bit offended, then began to pack the papers back into her brief case. “Am I to come tomorrow again?” she asked Knight. He told her he would like to see ner at the same hour next afternoon. That evening, though Arthur Knight admitted he was tired, he looked contented. “It’ll be good to get back into the harness again,” he told Judith with a deep sigh. “You 11 be there before long,” she assured him. “Is Miss Tupper coming tomorrow again?” “Yes, I asked her to.” The secretary continued to visit the Knight home. Dr. Shephard declared the tonic was having its desired effect. (To Be Continued)

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