Evening Star Newspaper, January 29, 1927, Page 29

JUDY’S MAN Washington’s Social Whirl and Official Life Are the Baekground of This Fascinating Love Story. By HELEN BERGER. Copyright, 1927, by the Penn Publishing Co. iy THE STORY THUS FAR. y Betts is a rich little poor girl. ch in dreams which lighten a happy-g0- Hucky existence with her Bohemian parents. ; rien, “a poor Jittle rich Doy “ and guarded all the time. In ¢l 1004 e meets wistful Jud to think of him as the years bring her commercial, if not artistic, success, as a E:lll“tr of clay toys and ornament: They ¥ 100, Tommy Carter, son of & ric who a Washington dy ‘as she grows aoic i sifted 1 y Lorimer. 8 cciety “girl. becauss he has never accomplished anything in life and because he is wenry h a{hnrml 1 it her mother's bi ures Judy meets Jack ngain. a sophist eated, wearied but not completely spoiled «hild of fortune. He hecomes intensely interested 10 her toys and in her. Cice starts to study art with Judy's moth and meets and falls in love with Tomm: e ar 'and with it sorro father is killed. ~ Tommy vy ‘engnged’ 10 her. thous e ‘does 10t encouragn him. Jack goes iwIthout " any open expression of jove her. but fcllowed by her silent affection (Continued from Yesterday's Star.) The Dariens Take to Judy. 2 was being elaborately innocent. ‘Do you know 1 really like housework?" she confided to Judy Judy noted that she was wearing her " best dress and she laughed. “I do hope you didn’t clean house in that dress!™ she teased. Honey flung her clothes a guilty glance. y N vent out for a little while!” This was unusnal for Honey. Judy gave her another quick glance. And under that glance Honey wilted. She flew at Judy, put her arms about her, nuzzied her shining head into Judy's shoulder. “I'm afrad of vou when you look at me like that!” she cried. “And I'm afraid, anyhow! You're going to be dreadfully angry at me! feeling the thin little figure against her, was touched to “I will never be angry with Honey!" she promised. > matter what I've done”” » matter what you've done!” Well, then, 1'il tell you what I've done today. I've been over to see the Dariens!” The name brought Judy up with a | ehock he Dariens!” she cried. Honey nodded sagely. *1 you'd never make any claim 0 1 thought I'd do it for all right, Judy, to be proud, s sometimes silly. And beside those two old people deserved to know the truth! Don't you suppose they’'d like to know the girl their boy was in love with, after he's dead 2nd gone? Why, you're all they have left, Judy! You should have seen Yow touched they were! Mrs. Darlen gent for Mr. Darien and he came right Bome. And he read the letters, and then Mrs. Darien showed me the pic. ture Jack had of vou. She asked me if you really looked like that. She’s wild to see you!" Out of the wild and incoherent jum- ble of words Judy seized on the last few. “My picture!” she said blankly. “What picture? “Why. the picture T painted of you and that hung in the exhibition! You know, the one called ‘The Girl in the Picture’! Didn’t you know he had it?” “But—but_what have you told the Pariens?”’ Judy was stumbling in a mad world. What were these things " Jioney was saying? The Dariens? Claim? Pride? “You're all they have ft, Judy.” What did it all mean® “ told them the truth!” Honey's wmall face was set in lines of satisfac- t1on, “When I cleaned up the house foday I found your letters from Jack Parien and your ring, and all at once 1 saw the whole thing? I saw what you meant to do, too! .And I wouldn't jet you do 1t? Its silly to be so proud, Judy! So T just put my clothes right on and went over to the riens!” D“'But—but those waren't my letters! That wasn’t my ring!" Judy . cried “Those things didn’t belong Oh, Honey, what have you ‘What have you done?”’ gnored her denial. “I ex- ed that you'd be stubborn about she -.kfo in an agerieved tone. “And I've done just exactly what any other mother would do in my shoes. . T've gotten you your rights! And ,,!. mean to see that you keep them, too™ “But 1 have no rights! Oh, surely the Darlens didn't Ju;l_' take your rord without any proof? ‘o"fg\‘hat other proof did they need? His letters to you and the ring. And Your picture in his room. 5 “But you were a stranger t_:y' them! Why should they believe you? Foney was offended. ‘‘They remem- bered my exhibition. Mrs. Darien is quite artistic and she goes to all the exhibitions. She remembered me at once. And why shouldn't she take ‘word, if you please?” udy dropped down on the nearest chair. ‘Because everything you told her was a lie!” She tried to speak come to nto suc - m:r situation? Why, this simply Pouldn’t be real! It was a bad dream! ¥n & moment she would wake up. Tnere! You're doing just exactly what T felt sure you'd do! But it won't do you any good to deny it, Judy: They won't believe you over me and ahead of the evidence of those letters ond that ring. Why should they? You might as well be honest!™” Honest?” Judy cried wildly. “Hon- » | she said coldly. as she asks, and I shall tell her the truth!” Honey shrugged carelessly. “She won't believe it any more than I do!"” “And if you think it is nice just because of your silly pride to go over and hurt those two old people—why, all I have to say is, g0 ahead! 1'd be ashamed to go on deny- ing it when it means so much to them. Wait till you see them! Then we'll see if your pride means so much to you!” It seemed to Judy as if her deceit had turned into a huge monster! There seemed no way that she could escape from it. So easy it had been to bulld that tiny tissue of lies! But the tissue had become steel chains to bind her! Before the easy acceptabil- ity of the deceit, the truth became un- real! How would she be able to make herself belleved? What if the Dariens should refuse to believe her? What would she do then? And this would hurt them! The {only way to ease their hurt would be |to find the girl to whom the letters had really been written! And there no way to find her! She was lost, swallowed up. How silly she would sound explaining that these letters belonged to another girl, if she could not name the girl! And sup- pose she told them about picking up the package in the bake shop? After all this time, no doubt, the woman in the shop had forgotten all about it. And it would look like a foolish at- tempt on her part to manufacture evi- dence! While she dressed, the weary round of dazed thought persisted. How could she escape from this dreadful situa- tion? Surely there must be something somewhere in some of Jack's papers to prove she was not the girl. His engagement to the other girl must have been known to some one beside himself and the girl! By the time she and Honey stood at the door of the Darien house Judy s in a sick panic. ‘Il just tell them the truth right out! Then they can turn us out for imposters, if they want to! The sooner 1 get it over the better!” Over and over in_ her brain those thoughts drummed. For an instant after the door opened on the quiet beauty and luxury of the house she was carried out of herself. Her being seemed to expand in the loveliness. “Why, this is like coming home!” she thought. 1If this place had really been her home! If only Jack Darien really had loved her! If only she had not been a little im- postor! The maid who took their wraps sald softly to Judy. ‘“Mrs. Darien is in her upstairs living room. She would like you to come up there, please.” very slowly, every step a m rdom, Judy moved up the stairs with Honey behind her. At the head of the stairs another maid waited be- side an open door. “In here!” she said with a friendly smile. Judy moved forward, trembling, shaken. She had forgotten Honey. Now, alone in her desperate hour, she relied on something within herself to carry her through. “I will begin be. fore they have time to speak to me!” she thought. She opened her lips. “I was not Two arms enfolded her, and she found herself looking up into what seemed to her the gentlest and sweet- est and saddest face in the world! “‘And this is the girl my Jack loved! The voice was as sweet as the face, but suddenly it broke, and as it fell into a spbbing end the sweet face melted into tears. All its lovéliness ‘was marred and broken. Tears came to Judy, too. All this and more she deserved, but it was dreadful to think how she must wound this woman! Oh, she couldn’t do it! She simply couldn" Very still she stood in the circle of the clinging arms. And there came up to her from the other side a tall, white-haired man. And he patted her gently on the shoulder, smiled down at her. And she saw tears in his eyes, too! “So this is Jack’s girl?” he said to her, gently. Judy opened her mouth. “I—I—" she began, and then she stopped. She couldn't do That was all there was to it! Whatever came she couldn’t do it! After all, what did it matter to her? And if it gave these two old people any pleasure she would endure Wwhatever punishment followed her de- ception. One truth she could speak! “I loved Jack!” she said simply. From the night of her visit to the Darien house there began for Judy the sweetest and yet the bitterest experi- ence of her life. Kindness and care and luxury surrounded her. Each day one of the Darlen cars called for ‘Honey and herself to take them rid- ng. Perhaps it would be a bit of lace that Mr. Darfen had seen. “'It looked like you, Judy. I thought perhaps you could use it on some of your frocks.” At the sight of her troubled eyes he would say, “There, child! You deserve all the pretty things in the world! And being Jack’ father gives me some privileges.” Sometimes it would be a book, or some souvenir of Jack's childhood eFnd in that instant there was a Yok on the door of the apartment. inay got up slowly and opened the LSy B man In livery stood outside, holding out a note “For Miss Betts. wait for an answer. With shaking fingers Jud: the mote. It was on heavy paper with a crest. bear Girl: 1 hope you are go- In:‘:,o‘lpl ‘me cail vou that, for if you were dear to J you will be dear to me, too. 1 want er T ome over and dine with us very wuletly tonight. Please don't say no. $ am sure it is a strain for you to tali about Jack, just as it is for me, wo we will not speak of him this eve- Ting. But I feel that I must ses and know the girl who would have been my daughter it Jack had lived. And Tack's father is anxious to know you, he said. “I'm to : opened creamy Yo%l vou grant an old woman's re- my dear? We dine at 7:30. Quest, MY €% ordially yours, RITA DARIE . stood staring at the note stu- mgl‘;-cf’ oo hat a dreadful punish- ment this ! She was being pun fined for her deceit. And she had meant no harm. What answer should ¥no send to this courteous note? She could not face Mrs. Darien! Anything, anything but that! And yet, how dis. arteous it would be for her to re x'fq.. to go and see her! Oh, which way should she turn? Which way? " Certainly not to Honey, smiling like & small kitten over a partigularly arge of cream K O ler prompted hei' nervously, *Any answer, miss “Tell—tell Mrs. Darien my wother ©nd I will be very glad to come,” Judy #aid slowly. As she shut the door after him she faced Honey. must know the real truth now! said A “Those letters were not mine. 3 were not written to me. And the ring was not mine, either. I meant to send - 4§t back in a very short time. All the things you have told the Dariens are les. Oh," nt the expression on Honey's face, ~1 didn’t mean that you lied to them. But they are lies just from Mrs. Darien. “Jack liked this book. I thought perhaps vou'd like to have it, dear.” Sometimes she cried at their gentle- ess, knowing herself a thief of their love and confildence. When she did this they petted her, were troubled, nodded to each other understandingly over her bowed head. Confession trembled on her lips a hundred times, but she could not force herself to speak the damning word: for she realized that cheap and dread- ful as the imposition might be it had ou and your mother | made three persons happy. For Honey, well as the Darlens, had found a certain sort of contentment in the situation. “I've got to go on with I've got she told herself sternly. “It's a ! I'll have to go on this way as long as I live!” In her turn she made them such gifts as she could. She brought Mrs. Darien the little figure of Jack. “I made this after I heard of his she said. Would you like to Mrs. Darien took it, held it in her hands silently. Suddenly looked up at Jud; You knew him better than I did!” she said bravely. | "“When T look at this I understand my boy better than I ever did. But it took you to make me do it.” (Continued in Tomarrow's Star.) 5 A BALK AT TRADE TERM Commission to Proceed Against 68 Furniture Makers. With 40 concerns having subscribed since November to a trade agreement providing that each article of furni- | ture manufactured by them shall bear the name of the wood used in its manufacture, the Federal Trade Com- | mission moved yesterday to proceed | against 68 which have refused to sub- | scribe to the agreement drawn up at a_conforence between representatives of the commission and furniture re- tailer:., Altogether more than 900 manufac- the same. And I must tell them the aiuth! I shall go over there tonight, turers, dealers and associations have app-oved the agreement, THE EVEXING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. U, BATURDAY, JANUARY 29, 1927 For the convenience of all those, and there are many, who wish to buy their furniture with due Factory consideration of every member of the family, we will keep the Furniture and Rug Departments open on Monday night, January the 31st, and Tuesday night, February the 1st, until 9 P.M. Sale January 31st and February 1st 2 Days Only 9 AM. to 9 PM. $ SO OOO Worth of Furniture At Factory Cost to Us Cost $50,000 All Sales Cash No Returns Factory Cost Sale This Part of the Stock Jan' 31 This Part of the Stock at - at Factory Invoice Cost Factory Invoice Cost Only Only All Articles Regular Stock Sale We have taken $50,000 worth of W. ». Moses & Sons fine furniture and offer it to you on Monday, January 31st, and Tuesday, February 1st, at exactly what the factory charged us. This two-day Factory-cost-to-us Sale is an exception, as we find in our $350,000 stock $50,000 more stock than we want, so we are going to pass it along to our friends at exactly what it cost us at the factory. Think what this means to you, just as the great February Furniture Sale is starting, to be able to share in the tevo- day Factory Sale. Not so-called sale furniture, but W. Y. Mloses £ Sons Fine Furniture, in which you can place perfect confidence, as it is made by masters in the art of furniture making. $350,000 W. N, JWoses Established 1861 & Sons “Starting a $350,000 Sale With $50,000 Worth Below Delivered Cost