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JUDITH CAMERON marries ARTHUR
KNIGHT, executive ol a New York pub
lishing house in which she is employed.
They sail lor a six weeks' honeymoon in
Bermuda. Knight Is a widower with an
18-year-old daughter. TONY who is in
Europe, and a son. JUNIOR. 16. at
school. In his inlatuatlon he overlooks
the lact that Judith is not communica
tive about her past life.
After the first week in Bermuda a
cablegram arrives announcing that Tony
Knight is coming home. Arthur tells
Judith they must return at once to
meet her. Since neither the girl nor
boy knows of the father s remarriage
Judith is skeptical of her welcome. The
fear proves well founded. _
Arthur and Judith reach the Iking
Island home Just one dav before Tony s
hoat docks Next, morning Knight meets
h?s daughter, but when they arrive at
the house Tonv Ignores Judith and
to her oun room.
Knight tries to reason with the Kiri
later assures Judith the difficulty will
soon be settled. He goes to his office,
late that afternoon Tonv confronts her
stepmother and, exclaims: "You're go
lnkni°ghT’tent U eVs the house to overhear
this and compels Tonv to apologize.
She does so grudgingly. After (tinner a
voung man calls for Tony and she leaves
the house with him.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (Contin
ued.t
At that precise instant, it hap
pened Tony Knight rode in an im
ported coupe driven by a young man
in evening clothes.
“No. no. darling!” he was saying
to her. “Not the Casino! Much too
likely there to meet my wife!”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
iTAyfrCKEY" MORTIMER, in the
IVI annals of the family and on *
membership lists of half a dozen
impressive clubs, was Frederick K.
Mortimer, but even his mother long
since had ecased to call him any
thing but "Mickey.”
He belonged to the Philadelphia
Mortimers—which is to say he "be
longed.”
The bank of which Mickey Morti
mer’s father was a director was not
among the country’s ten largest and
yet it was not so far down the list.
The son had not inherited his fa
ther’s zeal for economics.
Mickey found the warm and
sunny sands of Italian water re
sorts much more agreeable during
the winter months than anything he
had ever observed on Wall Street.
He also found polo on Long Island
good deal pleasanter in July than
trying to sell bonds. Mickey’s in
come was steady. He was a vice
president of something or other
(really two somethlngs-or-other>,
but if he could have told you the
name of either it would have been
quite remarkable.
He was as careless about business
affairs as he was about the lady who
happened to be his wife.
Mickey had a daughter, too. an
attractive youngster with yellow
curls, photographed occasionally ;
with other children at a society fair J
at Newport or digging in the beach
at Miami.
These photographs generally ap
peared in the Sunday newspaper
gravure sections. Whenever he saw
one of these pictures Mickey looked
at it and wondered how the kid was
getting along.
The child lived with her mother.
Mrs. Mickey Mortimer had had a
rather good part in a musical com
edy playing eighteen months on
Broadway before she and young
Mortimer had gone down to city
hall to be married there by an
official. - ,
That had been four years earlier.
Mrs. Mickey Mortimer was very
beautiful, it is significant that in
family tribunals the Philadelphia
Mortimers sided with her instead
of her husband.
Mickey didn't spend much time in
New York. When he was there he
sometimes called around to see his
wife. Sometimes not. Mickey, who
above all things sought pleasure,
loathed "scenes.”
a a a
IT was in Mickey Mortimer’s
swagger green coupe that Tony
Kinght was riding the first evening
after her arrival in New York It
way Mickey himself who was driving
the car and who vetoed her sugges
tion to visit the Casino.
They couldn't go there, he said,
because Florence was likely to be
there arid Florence 'as Tony very
well knew! was his wife.
Mickey and Tony had met at
Madrid. Later, after Tony and her
aunt had returned to Paris. Mickey
came after them.
He had to have playfellows, a
very great number of them, did
Mickey Mortimer. Tony snight, as
Mickey himself expressed it, was a
“devilish enticin’ little trick.”
The girl was quite captivated by
his airs and his ardor. She began
to make excuses and avoid engage
ments with Count Bodanzky.
Tony’s Aunt Helena disapproved
of this and very shortly Tony and
her Aunt Helena disapproved of
each other. They did it in such
loud tones and for such a long while \
that th girl cabled her father, sent!
off her trunks and caught the first j
boat for New York.
Mickey Mortimer was on the same
boat.
It was Mortimer's custom, when
his companion was a very pretty
girl and after about the fifth cock
tail, to state that he was "divorcing
his wife*.”
It was a good beginning for the
long story of how fate was abusing
him. Sometimes this story would
become so pathetic that only music
would drown his sadness.
That meant that Mickey would
start singing, and whe‘n Mickey sang
there simply was no likelihood at
all of guessing where that party
would end.
The truth was he was not and
could not divorce his wife. Neither
was Mrs. Mortimer divorcing her
husband.
Mickey didn't mind. He had
found that a good-looking young
man of wealth never need face any
dearth of feminine companions.
He and Tony visited a blase the
atrical revue that evening, dined at
a supper club, which was not one
of Florence Mortimer’s favorites,
danced at two others and shortly
after 4 a. m. arrived at the Knight
residence. Tony entered the house
with her own latchkey and Morti
mer drove away.
At 11 o’clock next morning Judith
sent Harriet to see if Miss Tony
would like to have her breakfast.
The maid reported Miss Tony was
still asleep.
At 12 Tony came downstairs
languidly. She wore a lounging suit
again, this one of poppy colored
stiff silk, very boyish looking. She
ignored Judith, but told Mrs.
Wheeler she would like breakfast
sent to her room.
Thus for three days the routine of
the Knight household remained.
Judith and Arthur breakfasted in
the dining room at 8 o’clock. Judith
conferred with Mrs. Wheeler and
Cora devoted herself to housewifely
tasks during the morning.
Tony arose at noon and called for
a breakfast tray to be sent to her
room. Each afternoon she left the
house, returning about 5 o’clock. At
7 Arthur and Judith and Tony dined
together, and by 9 o'clock Tony had
sought companions of her own.
It was a state of armed neutrality.
Judith, hoping each day for some
slight weakening toward friendli
ness. had to content herself with an
occasional civil remark during din
ner.
Tony's reasoning seemed to be
that if she could not rid the house
of her stepmother she at least could
pretend that Judith t not there.
9 9 a,
IT wasn't a cheering atmosphere in
which to prepare for Christmas.
And yet the holiday season was
about to begin. It was a time that
Arthur Knight had been looking
forward all year to —the time when
both his children would be home.
Judith felt that she was the one
who should find some means of slip
ping out of the scene.
She bought huge holly wreaths
with gay red ribbons, candles, poin
settia plants and greens to make the
house festive.
She ordered a tree which was as
high and handsome as Arthur had
specified. She busied herself on
shopping trips and conspired with
Cora on what they both hoped would
be masterly menus.
Determinedly cheerful. Judith re
ported to Arthur each night that af
fairs were "going splendidly.”
Then on Saturday morning Ar
thur Junior arrived.
Judith had been out on an errand.
She saw a cab stop in front of the
house and a slim youth step out.
The boy just had reached the en
trance of the house and was about
to open the door when he saw her
turning in at the walk.
He stopped and waited until she
reached the steps. Then he looked
at her seriously and said:
—By Williams
"Are you—Judith?”
"Yes,” the girl said eagerly.
"And I'm sure you're Arthur. I’m
so glad you've come home! We’ve
been expecting you but I didn’t
know you'd arrive until afternoon.
Your father will be so pleased.”
She was delighted to think that
he had recognized her and spoken,
and so her words rushed on, trying
to let the boy know r she was grate
ful, not feeling exactly sure she
was saying the right thing.
Judith would never have guessed
that this was Arthur Knight’s son.
He was taller than she was,
built slightly but with the promise
that years would “fill him out.”
The boy had gray eyes which had
studied Judith ever since he first
had seen her. He wore a gray suit
and overcoat and a j4L> which em
phasized the boyish pWk about him.
Hair which was light brown and
curly showed beneath the cap.
Judith felt that she had been
saying too much. She blushed.
"Do let’s go in,” she finished.
"It’s cold and I’m keeping you out
here freezing.”
The lad held the door back po
litely and Judith entered. Harriet
appeared and took the wraps. All
the w'hile Arthur Junior’s manner
was the acme of courtesy, and yet
it was disturbing.
He was so formal. Without a
word or sign which the girl could
actually define he had erected a
barrier about her. He was stand
ing off and observing.
“Your father will be home for
lunch in an hour or so,” Judith
told him. "I think he’d be pleased
if you would telephone him.”
"I did.” said the boy. “from the
station. My sister—is she here?”
a a a
|REPRESSION which she could
not shake off descended on Ju
dith. She wanted to* cry out, “Why
do you treat me this way? What
have I done? What’s the matter
with me?”
The boy’s solemn, distrustful eyes
on her were worse than Tony’s ha
rangue.
"Your sister is upstairs. I pre
sume,” she answered. “She usually
sleeps rather late. She may be up
now, though.”
"I'll run up for a minute,” Junior
said. He paused. "Do I—have the
same room?” he asked diffidently.
"Yes,” Judith said and thanked
providence that interview was over.
The coming of Arthur Junior fright
ened her. The forces of the enemy
were strengthening.
Arthur Knight reached home
shortly after noon and he and his
children and Judith had lunch to
gether.
After the meal Judith did what
she felt the only decent thing to do.
She excused herself, pleading a
highly important shopping trip, and
left the Knight family together.
(To Be Continued)
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of his extremity—and failed! "These,” he
thought, "are surely my last moment of life.”
There seemed nothing further for which to
hope. Now the savages were yelling like fiends
and half across the clearing. Suddenly Tarzan
heard a shrill scream come from behind a hut.
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