Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 2 August 1937 — Page 16

CAST OF CHARACTERS JUDITH IRVING, heroine, America’s best-dressed woman. PHILIP IRVING, husband. MARTA ROGERS, Judith's rival BRUCE KNIGHT, author, Judith’'s old classmate. MILLICENT BAYNE, Bruce's protege.

Judith’'s estranged

Yesterday: Phil and Judith hold a week-end house party at their lodge. Deeply troubled, Phil turns te Judy, alone in his den. “Judy . . . Judy,” he begins, but he is unable to go on.

CHAPTER FOUR

UDY, JUDY . . .” Phil repeated. Then, suddenly, he was on his knees, his fair head buried in Judith's lap and his shoulders shaking with uncontrollable sobs. She smoothed the rebellious, bright hair, and waited. Now that the hour she had dreaded was here, she was no longer afraid. “I'm in love, last. “I know.” Gently, gently her fingers went on stroking the bowed head. “You guessed?” His voice was low. “Yes, Phil.” He lifted his head swiftly, his words scorned his actions. “Oh, I'm an ingrate! I know it. You can't call me anvthing T haven't called myself. And youre swell, Judy. Maybe you're too swell. I don't know. You never make mistakes.

Judith,” he said at

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I've loved you so. I want to go on loving vou. Oh, Judy, Judy, why did |

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« TUDITH. I've tried to get Marta |

out of my mind. That luncheon when you saw us the other day was meant to be the last. But I couldn't. It's no good, I've tried —Lord, how I've tried. I thought maybe it would pass. And I hated not being honest with you.” “I know you did,” she agreed, sure that he spoke the truth. “I'm glad you are being honest now, Phil. Clean wounds hurt but they heal. Do you—is she—" There was one question couldn’t ask. “I Jove her.” Phil doom as simply as that.

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for her, now tore it down and scat- | tered the debris over the thick rug

of the den. «Judith, you are taking it like a soldier,” Phil said, and when a ghost of an old smile shadowed Judith's lips,

he flushed a little. |

“That wasn't meant to be patron- |

izing. I'm no great loss to you. But | \ RS. CLARABELLE CORSON Then she put on her hat and coat

to have the routine changed—" He paused and his eyes searched her face. “Youre very wonderful Judith. dear. I never dreamed any-

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w OR did I. But it’s all right. The road was good that we

Enoch Harkins got a judgment on son lived in a very poor section of

young man, tanned and friendly, had said. “I liked your frock and your smile.” Yes, clothes had started it. Odd that never once in all these years had she thought of that. It had been a wine-red summer crepe—Dubonnet, the stylists called it this year. She had a suit of the color, a sports frock and a dinner dress, in her wardrobe at

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ER thoughts A went back to Venice—white moons on the water, gondoliers whose songs were threaded with eternal beauty and love. They had been married the next year. And now . . Realizing that she must make a gesture at wisdom, she smiled as she answered: “It's only life, Phil. We can’t control the pattern. And I want you to be happy, Phil. I will, too. We'll alwhys be—friends?” Friends—it was such an unimportant word for two who had been so much more. She saw the relief in his eyes because something hard had been dealt with successfully, because she had not been hysterical, because he She held out her hand and his pressure was so hard, SO | strong that she could have cried out at the sharp pain. Maybe he loved her and didn't know it. Maybe he would find out sometime.

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gleamed against green linen, for the lodge was simply furnished, and kept the conversational ball bouncing gaily from hand to hand. Mouth to mouth—she corrected herself. Like trained seals. She almost laughed aloud at that thought.

She wondered what would happen if suddenly she should say: “My| husband doesn’t love me any more. I'm a clothes horse, a dressmaker’s model, a hat and gown and pair of slippers. Stand up Marta, and take a bow. And please, always wear pink frocks, just like the one you have on, in the country. Phil hates pink | dresses.”

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a welltrained ghost, until Marta noticed it. “You're quiet, Judith,” she said. The silence was noticeable. “I'm sorry. I lost something. I was thinking about it.” She wondered later why she noticed that Marta's eyes went to her throat where the pearls lay. “A ring or bracelet?” Marta asked. Even now, Marta dealt in the material, Judith reflected. She felt sorry for Phil. He would be so disappointed. Yet she was glad, fiercely and triumphantly.

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“Get something

“¢y YOME dance,” back her chair. fast on the radio.” “Judith, you are being marvelous,” Phil said, later in the evening. “Something’s happened, Judith, can't you tell me about it?” Bruce asked when he came. “The rain’s stopped. Get a sweater and let's walk.” In a far corner Marta was entertaining Phil and the other men with a gay story. She sat curled up in a corner of the davenport. In a moment Judith had a coat and was out the door. They walked up a hill, stood on its summit, and watched a light or two in far farmhouses. Judith was aware of Bruce's sensitive understanding. She forgot about Millicent for a moment. She knew only that she had a need for comfort and he could supply it. In a word or two she told him of Phil's disclosure. He didn't say much but the silence was warm and understanding. They came back down the

hill. At a corner of the veranda they met another couple. Phil and | Marta. “Judith, where were you?” Phil | asked, then he stopped. She knew that he had remembered that to him it didn’t matter now. As she and Bruce turned to enter the fire-lighted room, the low, dulcet-sweet tones of Marta Rogers came back to them: “And you thought she might be hurt, darling? Didn't I tell you she only wanted—

(To Be Continued)

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COUNTRY LADY—By Robert Oberfirst

looked dolefully at Mrs. Helen | Prentice, her cousin. “You see, ol’ |

Bess and Milly. I worked hard to | raise these heifers. Besides, they'll | be sure prize winners in this years |

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Cousin Helen looked at her sym- |

and hurried out. She discovered that her cousin's |

the city—in an old lodging house, third floor rear. When his door finally opened, Mrs. Prentice looked | into a shadowy cubicle relieved by | a single small window. There was a | desk overloaded with thick books |

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traveled together.” Odd that she could talk in platitudes when the numbness was going from her heart

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now, into her arms, her legs, her head. “You want a divorce, Phil?” “No! I mean—yes. Judith, believe me that this is different than anything I've ever known. It's burning me, tearing me. I don't want her out of my sight—Oh, God, Judy, can’t you understand?” He hurled the challenge at her. “I think I do. Shall I go to— Reno?” “Not until we talk some more. Judith, try to understand Marta. She's all alone and she loves me. I'm her life! You have friends, poise, clothes—" Then, as

“It's a pity you've hever seen | hjm. He's a right smart lawyer. | I'm mighty proud of him. He sends |

She stared up into his face and her hand fluttered to, her throat.

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justify his own reactions, he said. |

“You know, maybe the clothes have separated us You've spent so much time on them. been so proud of being the best-dressed woman.” "

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himself so many times he believed |

it. He had forgotten that it was he who had been amused and delighted because she had a flair for clothes. She never had cared in the early vears. Now she responded to the challenge because Phil expected it of her. Curiously, she thought that now she needn't care about clothes. She could forget about skirt lengths and peplums and sleeves. “Confound it, Judy, it’s your fault this happened,” Phil talked on, hands in pockets as he tramped the floor. “Nobody speaks of you as a person. It's your wardrobe that they talk about. You ought to look into that. Do something about it.” Judith knew that she should arise in honest wrath. So he could toss her love aside, and then say that it was something she had brought on herself! She knew Phil too well—knew that he was like a small boy seeking a reason for an action. that he quoted Marta Rogers’ words for his own. something he himself didn’t understand.

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ER mind went back to the small girl she had been, who had worn such ragged things from second-hand stores in Pittsburgh. Even then, though, she had had a flair for line and color. wanted to be a designer so she had come to New York, after high school, had a minor chorus job while she studied stenography, and later became secretary to a capable designer. When the woman went to Paris one spring. she took Judith with her. They had gone down to Venice for a“week's rest at the Lido. There, Judith had met Phil. Seven years before, it had been. The scene came back now, while the rain beat its monotone a

peries were drawn. She could. see

it all—the riotous stripes of color |aqdress of one of Alfred's letters in the cabanas, the white sands |ghe had surmised would be in Claraand blue waters of the Adriatic. The |pelle’s bag. She was only doing her tinkle of glasses, the whisper of pounden duty. Hastily she scribbled

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HY don't you go to his of- | fice?” The little woman |

from the backcountry seemed per-| plexed. “I don't recall Alfred ever |

“Hello, Mrs. Prentice. How did you know I lived here?” The woman tried to find her voice. | “You—Alfred Corson?” | “How did you know my name? | I'm sure I never told you.” “No,” said Mrs. Prentice, her voice | now under control. “A huckster is | just a huckster. Your mother hap- | pens to be my cousin. She's at my | house, waiting to see you.” The thick book in Alfred's hand | dropped to the floor. “Has anything |

| writing me just where his office is.| happened to her?”

No. he had built |

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Only she couldn't be angry. |

She knew, too,

I'll take the train when I go back.”

She had |

gainst | ion and for some reason would not the windows where the golden dra- | ave Alfred come to see her.

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But I can wait till evening. You'll | come with me, Cousin Helen?” “I'd like to see that son of yours.” | Just then the doorbell rang. “That must be the huckster,” said | Mrs. Prentice. | She left the room to buy her| fruits and vegetables at the curb. | Mrs. Corson thought of the vegetables she was raising in her own large garden back in Five Oaks. to the front window, looked out into the street and watched her cousin in: pecting the produce displayed in baskets in a small truck. She watched the huck-

vanized scale. The little back-coun-try lady watched the scene as though she were looking at a play. on n 5 v ERY well, Cousin Clarabelle,” said Mrs. Prentice coming in with a market basket of vegetables, “I'll take vou to your son tonight.”

“I would like to look my best’ when he sees me. I do feel rather | tired. The long bus ride—" “Now you just loll about and rest. By tonight vou’ll look as fresh as these vegetables.” But with the arrival of evening Mrs. Corson pleaded a headache. “I'm not used to riding in a bus.

“Cousin Clarabelle, if I were you, and I had a son——" Mrs. Prentice’s expression suddenly changed. “Now, don’t you fret, Clarabelle. Just lie down on that couch and take a nice nap.”

HE little lady from the backcountry did seem ill. The enthusiasm that had enveloped her in the morning when she had arrived had left her entirely. Mrs. Helen Prentice opened her cousin’s traveling bag very carefully and felt guilty. But she was really doing what was best. Instinctively she knew that her country cousin was set in not going to see Alfred because of some silly no-

Mrs. Prentice studied the return

Alfred's address on a slip of paper.

| the waiting room of the railroad staction, but Alfred would have seen

“No, but the long ride from Five | Oaks made her tired. She wanted to be at her best when she saw vou. | But I thought I'd surprise her.”

% E'LL take a cab,” said Alfred. Once in the house Mrs. Prentice led the way to the sitiing room, but Alfred's mother was not! here. They looked in all the other rooms; then they hurried upstairs, but no sign of her. “Her bag is gone. 't looks like | your mother—wait, here's a note—" | Mrs. Prentice snatched a square of | paper from the dresser and read aloud: “Cousin Helen, this morning 1 looked out of the window and saw my boy selling vegetables to you. It would break his heart if he ever finds out I know. Please don't tell him. I'm.more proud of him now than ever.” | She looked so small and lonely in!

her in any crowd. “Mother!” “Oh, my boy!”

” » HEY were oblivious to the kind- | ly stares of the people. “Mother, Mrs. Prentice called me. | Never dreamed she was your cousin. | We read your note. I'm ashamed |

of myself, mother, for letting you be- |

lieve something else when all the | private individuals have experiment|ed successfully with specially de-

time I was peddling vegetables—" “Son, any honest work is fine | work. When I saw you this morn- | ing in front of Cousin Helen's house I decided to go back home. I felt you wouldn't want me to know—" “But now it's true, darling. I am a lawyer. For the past 10 years I've been studying off and on at the, Key City university in the evenings. | And I just received my license to practice.” Tears of joy showed in her eyes after she told her son the reason for her coming. He kissed her on the cheek. “Yes, mother, yours will be my first case.”

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