Evening Star Newspaper, January 5, 1932, Page 24

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She sat there, fighting shyness and feeling a little forlorn. It was, as she thought upstairs, quite apparent that Stan had returned to his old life, a life which left his| young wife hesitating on the outside. | These people—Stan’s family—were | | making an effort to be nice to ber, but | it was evident that it as an effort. Let's see- | Stan met you at college, Mrs. Carter turned her ab- | “I think | I've heard him say he met you there.” 0. That was Phil Davis, a friend of mine. I met Stan when he came to Summerfield to_ visit Phil—" Judy began eagerly. But Mrs. Carter's atten- tion had wandered. “Amy,” she called across the table, “why don't you have narcissus on the table when you give vour bridge luncheon? These are very nice ones Rogers sent up today, and they make lovely center bowls. . . ." It wasn't that they meant to be un- kind, Judy told herself, crushing down the sudden resentment which rose in her heart. They didn't mean to be patronizing. She was just outside of ; Time would take care of that . Even Stan was different. In Summer- field she had been wrapped in the thrilling glamour of his love. On the long trip across the country there had just been the two of them in delightful little tete-a-tete dinners in the diner; the two of them thrillingly isolated in the small drawing room. But Stan was swallowed now in that old life—that life of Lockwood, in which she had no share She sat with a little mechanical smile | of bright interest stamped on her lips, | unaware of what she was eating, while lively talk went back and forth about | her, talk of people she did not know, of places she had never been. “Dart Towers and Billy Sumner won | the twosome at the Sonoma tourney last week.” That was Vera talking in her positive voice. “Dart wants you to | play the new Belaire course with him, | Stan.” | And Amy: “You remember that Win- ship girl, Stan—the one who looks like a gopher? She gave a party last week, and of all the washouts! Patty Warren said she had to go home and rub lini- 631 nEceaa 1932 JANUSRY 0. Tue 19 Tha Fri Wife | Country Club and extending the porch By ~ N Ann Forester ment on herself it was such a pain-in- the-neck. Patty's a scream!” “—building a new wing on the for bridge tables——" Vera again. “I've been made chairman of the Improve- ment Committee, but the Lord knows where I'm going to get the time, I'm so swamped with committee meetings felt that her smile was becom- ing strained. She felt dowdy and stupid. The room was still reeling like a railway train, and there was a home- sick lump in her throat which threat- ened to choke her. She lifted her eyes to the end of the table and found the sharp, watchful stare of the old grand- mother upon her. If only she were alone with Stan, her heart, was crying. Never had she want- ed Stan so desperately. Wanted him to draw her into his arms and tell her that he loved her more than anything on earth. If only she and Stan were to- gether, in t own little apartment She wouldn't care how small it was, how y, just so they were alone toge! Her own name spoken beside her made her jump. Mrs. Carter had flut- teringly remembered her new daughter- in-law. “We must give a party to introduce Judith. A dinner party. It would be better' to keep it small, I think.” “About 12. Just the old crowd—some of the old crowd—" Amy shot & sly look at Stan which surprised Judy. “Better have it in the middle of the week, mother, If you walt until the end. every one’s away on week end partie “We'll go to the club afterward and dance,” put in Vera's positive voice “You're awfully kind,” Judy said in a low voice, then stopped. Another word and the nervous tears would come. The conversation raged about her, giving her time to master herself while she pretended to eat. She w miserably angry with herself. What was the matter with her! She asked in secret, exasperation. These people meant to be kind. What did it matter that they didn't include her in the talk and the plans. This was Stan's world. Stan, whom she loved with such pierce- ing devotion . . . her man. If she want- ed Stan she must follow him. . .. Blessed relief when the evening end- ed; when at last she went u Stan’s suite and shut the door. ting out the new strange world. Relax- ing—taking off the mask. Creeping into Stan’s arms, standing with closed eyes, her cheek pressed hard against the comfortably rough lapel of his coat. But even here the sense of strange- ness persisted. While Stan splashed | about in the bathtub Judy wandered | aimlessly about the room i So big . . . her own shadowy figure | in the mirror across the room looked a little forlorn. It was a great pier | glass, set there many years ago in the youth of this old hou: 32 Sat | ally handsom The mahogany dresser was formida- ble in size. How small and shabby her toilet articles looked spread over the top. Cheap imitation ivory, shown up for imposters beside Stan’s handsome ebony and silver brushes. Judy went over and stroked the nandle of the hairbrush with a gentle forefinger. She remembered her _sixteenth birthday. Ken Baker had given these to her. He had got a paper route after school hours and saved for her present. With the memory she seemed to .\l:" Ken Baker spinning along in the Summer dusk, bareheaded, shirt open, seemed to hear the jangle of his bicycle bell, and again the lump of homesickness in her throat nearly choked her. She moved quickly away from the dresser, looked at the photographs Which clustered on the walls, to regain her composure So many people, all seeming so well dressed, so self-assured Well fed, gay | young people, for whom life had been made comfortable and safe stan’s class picture at college—how he stood out among the more commonplace stu- dents! Tall and dark and romant a little satis- faction to_rec Fat, ordinary Phil was a link with her own life. . . . That was something. Pictures of Stan in golf clothes. Pic- tures of Stan on a yacht. Stan, an arm around two pretty girls on the porch of a rustic cabin. A carful of pretty gir siie recognized Amy among them; all very gay in fluffy Summer dresses. Stan and Amy and another girl in a canoe— a girl so lovely that, snapshot though it ‘was and faulty in focusing, Judy caught her breath in admiration. And, over on a small table, behind a pile of books, a large picture in a heavy silver fram the girl in the canoe again Judy picked it up and regarded it thoughtfully. Undeniably pr than pretty—beautiful with that strangeness which the truly beautiful always holds. An oval faced blonde Long strange eyes under unbelievat thick lashes. The pictured eyes plunge: deep into Judy’s earnest gaze and held her fascinated. She was still looking down at the picture when Stan came out of the bath room scrubbing his ears with a towel “Stan, who is this beautiful girl?” He came over. Stood just behind her his gaze going over her shoulder to the photograph. A long silence, then: I didn’t know that thing was there! He spoke in a queer, muffled voice. A voice which turned his wife's gaze to his | face in surprise. “Who is she?" | Stan walked away. Went into the bath room and hung up the towel. | Oh . just a friend of Amy's.! Eunice, her name is Judy was studying the picture again. It held her with a queer fatalistic fas- cination 'Is she really this lovely?” “How the devil do I know——" frank impatience in Stan’s tone. “Oh—she’s pretty, all right.” Judy never knew why she persisted | on the subject when Stan seemed sG | bored. “Does she live here? Do you know her well?” | “Sure. She went to school with Amy. She's married now. Name's Wilson. | They live in that big stucco house you | asked me about on the way up from the station.” Judy replaced the picture on the table.” She did not understand the lightening of her own heart at learn- ing that the beautiful unknown was married Strange—dreamlike to be getting into that massive mahogany bed. Impossible that this was really she, married to living in this big strange house. g here in the moon-dazzled dark- Stan had lighted a cigarette and now he stood at the open French window smoking. His back was turned to the Conn. Ave. and L St. 1727 L St. N.W. Greater Reductions for After Inventory. All Dresses Regrouped 750 1075 650 Others at Half Price All Millinery Now 1.00 to 10.00 Philipsborn LCVENTH ST. room, his gaze went out Into the mild | their brooding regard as he took her darkness. i | face between his hands. In the long pier glass Judy watched | “Little Judy. . . ." there was a mote him—a. tall slim figure, wrapped in a |like a sob in his voice. “Ah, but you're silk lounging robe. Her eyes went down | a fine, true kid to tie to. . . .” the narrow dark head, down the strong She started to speak, but her words slim neck, the broad line of the shoul- | were smotnered by his lips. ers. . . . Like the smart advertisements ; : in the backs of the magazines, thought (lomcavaw ClMibw G Lig) Judy. Why was he standing there so long? Paris Lights Bright. PARIS (#).—Thrift of no thrift, the . .. It made her think of the bridal night when Stan had stayed in the Municipal Council has decided that the Place de la Conccrde and Arch of smoker. . . . The sudden movement in the depths of the glass startled her Triumph shall continue to be flooded with light each night, thus conserving Stan had flung the lighted cigarette out into the night. 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