Evening Star Newspaper, January 31, 1927, Page 26

JUDY'S MAN Washington's Social Whi Background of This By HELE! Copuright. 1927 THE STORY THUS FAR. Jyds Betts 18 A rich little poor girl. rich in “dreams whicn' lighten & hapos £o-1ucicy exisience with her Bohsmian parents Jack Darien. a poor fittle rich bov.'is guided and zuarded ail the time.In childhond he meets wisttul Judy. who rontinues to think of him as'the ¢ ring har commercial. 1f not a Tetie. = as'a qesigner of clay toxe and ornaments Thes hring. too. Tomms Carter fon of a rich Westerner. who works on' a Washineton newspaner. and loves dud she' grows ta 20 jilted b Lorimer. A charming Xociety €irl. beca Nas never accomplished anvtiing i e and Recatse whe ix weary of hee ariifcial exist ence At an exhiit of her mother s Jack again 4 sophist ciels "apoiled He hecomes Inienely toys and in her. Cieely o €ludv art with Judy's mother, and meete and falls mn lave with Tomms. Then comen The war. and with it sorrow for Judy Har fathe flied: ' Tommy xoes. nomi nalls eneas though she does not Reourage Tark goes withant ‘an open exor of love for her. but followed by Then s Juds meets cgtad. wearied notcol (Continued from Yesterday's Star.) Luxury and Crosses, UDY buried Morning went to room lected as a stuiic worked feverishly Paint-stained, breathless, she would re join Honey he afternoon or evening. Sometimes she was gay with an artificial, unhappy gavety T am going to succeed!” ery. “I've got the knack at last! Other times she silent. with bright, unhappy eves. At Honey's coaxing she would at last admit, “Yes, I'm tired. I'li never amount to any thing. The things I am doing now they might be No character! No herself in and night she she had se oon the It meemed to her that she was living | slowly. in a sort of nightmare world. Even te bear Honey's anxious serutiny was painful. Sometfmes she said to her self, “I'm playing a part all the tim Even with Honey! How will it end But, hy now, in her desperation, she was not able to see the future at all She lived from dav to day as a man might who was under the sentence of death. Sometime all this must end. Tt was inevitable And when that day would the future hold for her? could it hold? Surely shame, humiliation! | At last she came ‘o the point where | the beautiful ceremonial rites of the heuse hecame almost unbearable to her. She took to spending as much time out in the grounds as she could convince Honey that she needed. When Honey finally became in sistent that she must devote more time to her work and less to wandering in | the woods, she compromised by selact- | ing a spot in a nook that appealed to her particularly. and having a work bench put up there. Every morning she went faithfully to this bench, and thers in the cool. gieen silence she strove to recapture seemed to have deserted her since she had committed herself to deceit Here, at this bench, she began a figure of Mr. Darien. She started with a brave confidence. So much she would put into this man's face! She thought of his gentleness, his fine- ness. All that and something else she must show in the tiny figure. She sang a little to herself, very softly. This gift of hers was like a crown. All the heauty she had ever known sparkled in it. These small fingers of hers could make heauty out of paper and clay and paint. Where there had been nothing she could make beauty and life! The thought thrilled her, | made her solemn. But what was it that was happen- ing? How had her fingers loet their cleverness? What made them =o slow, so clumsy? She paused to stare at the figurine. Poor, siily, futile! Burely this was not her work? She felt a terror of it. Crushed the figure and burled it in the leaves about the tree. 8he would start another! This time | her confidence was gone and she was | animated by a cold determination This time she would not fa Would not! And admitted to herself with a shudder that she dared not! There was a cold sense of fear now, in the back of her mind. Day after day she worked upon this new figure. Hour after hour she turned and twisted it. daubed paint upon it recklesslv. But there came a day when, looking upon it, she real- ized that it was even worse than the one she had done at first! And she snatched it up and Aung it from her | as far as her strenzth would let her! “Hideous! Awful’” she cried wildly. I've completely lost what 1 thought 1 had! I'm nothing bhut a dabbler! That's all 1 ever will be! And on | that her mind flew to Honey. How | disapointed Honey would he! And | Honey would never know that the loss of her talent was the price she, Judy, Wwas paying for her deceit. For now she admitted to herself quite openly the cold fear that had been clutching | What nothing but | her. | what? “There's a price for everything!” she s21d aloud, bitteriy | In her mirror that evening as she | dressed for dinner, she saw that she was looking really 1ll. Great shadows | lay under her eves like the shadows of black and threatening wings. As she lifted her hand 1o touch those dark places she saw that her fingers | shook. What if she should be ill? This dimness in her head, this dreadful sense of hurry and unrest! There must be some toll for those things. A perso) rould not live forever stretched upon a rack, tense against a | moment of torture | “Some day [ shall break!" she thought to herself. “T will scream out the truth wherever I happen to be!" And the slight scarlet line of her | mouth trembled on a rather dreadful | lttle smi What strange faces the | servants would turn upon her if she | should begin to tell them her story Fear trembled up in her at sight of her own smile. She must keep hold of her nerves! This would never dn! Why, this was the very edge of dan zer! She studied her nwn dark, silken peauty curiously, steadily. Honey coming in from her room found her so, leaning on her taut ring at herself in the mirror is it, Jude”" eshe asked her y. *Are vou il? Not ill Judy turned away from the mirror, slipped into one of the brocaded chairs and laid her head back against it Honey was lovel and black, he shining copper “How lovely vou are! Judy slowly, dispassionately. And strangely, she went on, ou! is lovely too, Hon vou Very son show in my face. iines sorts of things “Why, Jude' What on earth is the matter with you? 1 never heard vou say such wild things before in all my lite! Judy sharp. ginning!" “Are vou a gown of ivery head a mist of said then, [ expect your Mine fsn't, will begin to wrinkles, all laughed. Tier I expect this is only she replied still grieving so about Jack”?" Honey asked her with a new gantleness. ‘I was Foping that time would soon begin io d:m that for you You musn't make yourself {ll with grief, Jude! You've got 1o go on liv ing. Cry if you want to! It's the in ward, silent grief that is dangerous! I've been watching you and I knov Judy laughed again. *I know you've heen watching me! she said. “I've felt you doing it!"” “Jude! I can't night!" Suddenly laughter was the be understand you to Tude's nard broke. “Oh, if vou could only under stand me!” ehe cried desperately. I think I shall go mad if some -ene doesn’t undesstand soonl”’ composiire work. | and here she | on figurines. | she would | figures of |really must be l! any- | to the village for a doctor the ability that7a part of her punishment? | to eat alone in her room. |into this figure, lov And 1 shall he glad! | rl and Official Life Are the Fascinating Love Story. N BERGER. by the Pemn Publishing o | about Jack?" Honey asked her. Jndy swiftly Mrs about her for an instant to he cloud of pink fire Jack!” she cried. “If knew! Jack! And it the mere cryi name held salvation in it suddenly soothed, quicted. The dizzy room straightened about her. Why #he was all right! She wasn't mad! She drew deep | How had she come think dreadful things pursued her? very gay at sprang up from her chair Her lovely gown. a gift of Darien’s, wrapped folds small figure till she seemed whirling in a of his she wax | dinner |.m‘ afterward, sitting with Honey in one | of the wide windows, with the coffee | |tray between them, she fell muddenly | silent again. The lovely scents of the | formal garden poured in upon them | and a soft breeze fanned their cheeks. | And high above the tree tops, in the | {murky blue of the sky, the first star | |of the evening was burning. so high, | clear and pure that it was like a | song! Why should she be hurt by heauty? She who had loved heauty so! Was | this & part of the punishment? Was | |every star, was every fragrance to| | wound her’so long as she might live | I have lost beauty!" she cried agon |1zedly. “I have lost beaut Honey upset her coffee cup. “Tude: she cried, and there was real solicitude | in her voice. “I can't imagine what's come over you tonighi! I think vou Let me send down She was | | She answered Honey now very t No doctors for me, if you please, | Honey. 1 hate to have doctors about {me. They would make me fll if I were well, with their solemn faces. 1 shall { | be all right in the merning. “Don’t drink any more coffee!” Honey ordered her. “And go righ up to bed this minute Judy smiled, but 10se. Perhaps a | night's sleep might take away this | new, dreadful weight. She bent over | came what | gng kissed Honey and trailed away up | | the lovely, shallow stairs to her room. | | Btretched out, slim and taut in the | bed, she fought for sleep. She heard | all the subdued nolses in the house- hold. She heard, presently, Colton locking up the windows. She heard | Honey coming up to bed, the soft, siiken murmur of her gown, her lazy little yawn. Presently evervthing {about the house was still and she listened then to the small, strange nofses of the night, the rustle of leaves in the trees, the little calls of animals and birds, the soft pac of wild feet the &nap of branches. Suppose she should never be able to sleep again? Suppose that was to he Cold fear | rolled over her in waves, each one | greater than the last. Did people go mad this way? Presently she fell asleep, to dream that she stood bathed in a pitiless white light that was like a great prob- ing eve. And somewhere in the depths of that light a voice spoke: “You have lost t!" “What have I loat?” And the voice answered her, “Your soul!” At that she shrieked. “Mad people are alwavs cunning!” she thought, with a thrill of terror. A gray shadow of herself, she crept | down to breakfast. She could not bear “Will you ask my mother to come downstairs for breakfast?”’ she asked the mald. Homey would watch her, but anything was better than being alone. Presently a very sleepy, very dell- clous Honey came down to sit with her. can't eat a thing. I'm too sleepy!” Honey told her, pouting a little. “What was the idea of getting up for hreakfast? Did you have a bad night?"” “Rather,” Judy admitted. Honey, stupid with sleep, nodded. “Better get some rest today,” she said. “Don’t try to do any work.” Jude could not have explained why she refused Honey's suggestion. “I feel like work this morning,” she said. Out of her fear one purpose was dawning. She would do a figure of Mrs. Darien. 1If thers was any hope left for her the love she felt for Mrs. Darien would give her back her gift! She clung to that thought desperately and vet was almost afraid to put it to the test. Suppose even with the figure of the woman she =0 admired and loved she should fail? She confronted the thought steadily. Then, indeed, she would know she was lost! Twice she put out her hands for materfala and twice drew them back, shaking. If she did fail-—then At Jasi she hegan the little figure, hegan it slowly, with a prayer in her heart. It must be good! It must! This once, at least, her gift must not fail her! Presently her fingers hegan to move more swiftly. Love was going and desperation and a prayer for forgiveness! She was carried out of herself, lifted ahove her lies, her deceits. She and beauty were alone in the silence! Fas- ter! Faster! A fever of creation! A passion of joy and humility! She was no longer Judy! &he was an artist! Minutes, hours slipped by her. Tt was finished! Here and there perhaps a touch might be needed. but the main | work was there. She raised her | cramped arms above her head to rest them, shut her tired eves. She delayed the moment of her jov, the moment when she would look at the little figure with appraising eyes, seeing it whole. Time enough for that. | The weariness of her hody was like a burden on her soul. Rut that would | be lifted when she saw the beauty she | had created! At last she relaxed, sighed, opened her eves. She plcked up the small figure, wet with paint, looked at it. | She looked at it sieadily, unbeliev- ingly. Stared and stared.” And her widened with horror. There was no beantv in the figure! There was no life! Or was there life? If it waw Jife, then il was a horrible, hideous life! Tt sneered up at her from the tiny face. It shrugged at | her from the tiny shoulders! Why, |this figure war a lie! An ugly lie! 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