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FEB. 19, 1939 O'”' fT.TR WAY I-s O~ t *!1 ssh! Il\ / sM-wArt! VBestParTo'-rrfoaV, Y Jo sy) u Z\\ 1 ' 1 LL\ ( -fv4e mop*ai>W aesrr 'BooT'sovjOP* ■/ /I \ __ \ A\P? tS UKe t 6\T o vij \ t) V KJECfAR TW FoeT STRcAVfe “ SSn \ r Oovi/T /Cf SOKI A WITM AbO^ " A LoTCi TH MiCnJff UF£ i AM CAM'r nGG€P? oor VNHGQ’ T PAV£>, fy§; ffs j2l^m\& | F VUV4 V-\AY£IO MVSS tVEKI A PPACTtOKI O' OmE C‘ GCOS *WOMOEPEO\- jA WUUW.Wr, C ~ = ~ 0.930 erWEASERVK^IWC R&yiv Uorcveuvce NEA Service Inc. {jffijrft Ay_ LAURA LOU BROOKMAN CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT (Con tinued) An attractive young thing like Tony Knight had not been wheed ling her way through life for eight en years without knowing exactly how' to get her own way when she chose. Surprised, Judith found herself acquiescing. "But I can’t be gone long.” she in fsted as she stepped into the ca % “Really I must be back in th fte-quarters of an hour.” "Plenty of time!” Tony answered carelessly. “Plenty of time!” Just where they drove Judith was not familiar enough with the terri tory around to know. Tony struck out for open country and within fifteen minutes the buff roadster was puring along a paved road with bare fields on either side. This was odd. but it was more surprising still when Tony pressed one slippered foot on the brake and the roadster obediently halted. "Trouble?” asked Judith. The other girl laughed shortly. She turned toward Judith and there was no gaiety about Tony Knight’s expression now. "Yes, trouble,” she agreed grimly —“but not with the car! I thought it might be better for you and me to talk over a few matters before we took them up with father.” "I don’t know what you mean!” "No. I guess you don’t—yet. It was too bad, wasn’t it, that Bert had to spill the beans last night about bringing the car home late? I imagine father was rather upset about that. I wonder what he’d say if he knew the real truth?” "But I don’t understand—you haven't any right—” “Oh, I haven’t, haven’t I? I’ve got something more important than rights. I’ve got the facts! Do you imagine I don’t know how you’ve been sneaking into town these -last few weeks and where you’ve been going? "Think I couldn’t, name a certain address on West Twelfth and tell thp young man who lives there? I know more than that!” "Oh!” moaned Judith Knight. •Please—oh, Tony!” "Yes, I know more than that. A lot more!” the younger girl went on mercilessly. I’ve known it all along, but this thing yesterday well, that was just a little too raw!” m m m lUDITH KNIGHT’S face was very white. For a moment, she stared at Tony, uncomprehending. Then a terrified, incoherent cry escaped her lips. "You couldn’t,” Judith moaned. "Oh. you wouldn’t tell him. Prom ise you won't do that!” With a sneering laugh Tony Knight Interrupted. “I wouldn’t, wouldn’t I? Well, I'd like to know why not. Os course I’m going to tell father every word of it. "It's about time he knew the truth about you! Your game was clever. I’ll admit, while it lasted, but. it's over now. You'd better go back to your Dan!” Suddenly Judith's chin raised and she eyed her taunting compan ion squarely. "Tell me.” she said tensely, "what you're going to tell your father about me.” “Wouldn’t you like to know, though!” jeered Tony. "But you won’t find out. First I’ll ask you to tell me what you're going to do about it.” "I'll do anything!” “You mean—if I don’t tell?” Judith nodded her hear affirma tively. "I promise.” she whispered bro kenly. “I nronnse that if you won't tell I’ll dr ANYTHING you say!” Tony r nsidcred this. "I won’t tell him,” she said firm ly, "if you'll leave the house to night,” CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE JUDITH drew back instinctively. "Go away?” she repeated. "You mean—go away?” Tony's voice continued coolly and tranquilly. “Yes,” she said. "Go away tor •wo weeks. That would be long enough. You can find some excuse eaaUy. But you’ll have to leave to night!” "I can’t!” Judith protested. "What would Arthur think? Be sides, I don’t see what difference two weeks could make.” The other girl shrugged indiffer ent shoulders. “Just as you like,” she answered. “Remember you said you’d do any think I asked. Two weeks will suit my purposes, provided they begin at once. Otherwise, it will probably be quite a blow to father when he hears—what I have to tell him.” The effect of this was as desired. Judith’s fingers had gone icy. She clasped and reclasped them. Panic showed in her face as well as in her voice. For one unbelieving instant she stared. Then she said barely above a whiper. “I’ll do it!” “That’s settled then. And you’ll go away tonight?” Judith shot the younger girl a quick glance. “Have I your promise,” she asked tremblingly, “that if I do this you will not tell your father one single word of what you know?” Judith Knight, like most of the rest of the whole world, made the mistake of judging others by her own standards. Because a promise given was sacred to her she assumed it would be sacred to Arthur’s daughter. This was her share of the ill-conceived bargain. She waited now for Tony’s answer. It came unqualifiedly. "Certainly. You have money, I suppose? If not, I’ll be able to ar range that. How much do you think you’ll want?” “I shall not want money,” Judith said, with a relic of her spent pride. Money—going away—details of this sudden banishment jumbled before her eyes. Dollar bills, her purse and unfold ing railroad tickets all began a grotesque, maddening dance. They leered at her. Somewhere in the distance behind them was Arthur Knight, watching gravely and ac cusingly. “Take me home!” Judith cried in a voice touched with hysteria. Without a word Tony started the car. The roadster turned and be gan the drive homeward. mum SEVERAL times the younger girl cast, quick, sidelong glances at her companion. She wondered what Judith was thinking. The situation was unsatisfying. Tony wanted to hear Judith break forth in angry phrases as she her self would have done. There would have been triumph in bringing about an exhibit of wrath. Judith Knight’s face had become inscrutable. Tony stirred uncom fortabl She could not even be sure Ju, was sorry to go. Was it possib. hateful thought!—that what she had done was not going to wound Judith? Tony could not bear uncertainty. "If you want me to help you pack or anything I’ll be glad to,’’ she said sweetly. Judith turned. It was as though she had forgotten she was not alone. "Thank you,” she said. "It’s quite unnecessary.” And not another word could Tony- Knight get from her during the twenty-minute drive. The roadster halted at the side of the house and both girls stepped out, Tony numbled something about using the car later. Judith did not wait to hear. She hurried up the steps and into the house. "There was a call for you. Ma'am,” Harriet came forward as she heard the door open. “A Miss Carter, she said it was.” Miss Carter? Oh, yes. of course about the new drapes she had or dered for Arthur's bedroom. 'She left a number. Ma'am.” the maid continued. "Shall I get it?” Judith shook her head. "Never mind about it now, Har riet. 11l talk to her tomorrow morning.” The maid withdrew. Judith went up the stairway. She did not turn beck to glance at Tony. Another falsehood on her con science. Os course, she was not go ing to talk to Miss Carter or any one else tomorrow morning about details of Arthur Knights home. But it was only a little false hood. It couldn't hurt any one That was not like the big falsehood the one she herself had been liv ing! Judith opened the door of her —By Williams lovely blue and ivory boudoir and stepped inside. She closed the door softly behind her and then leaned against it weakly. Tonight? How could she possibly go away tonight? The whirlpool that had been urg ing in Judith's brain leaped and beat madly. Tonight—going away—Arthur must not know!—quick, at once—so much to do—Tony—hurry, hurry—! The girl put one hand to her head, vaguely trying to shut out the hateful images. That was no use. The images persisted. Sunlight glinted through the creamy glass curtains and played on the warm taupe surface of the rug. It made a pool of pure gold just the aize of the squared space between the sill and the half-pulled shade. The was a bowl of frezias, pale and fragrant, standing on the bed side table beside the small lamp with its pleated taffeta shade. Judith’s eyes turned toward that silken shade. She had loved its ruddy raspberry hue from the first minute she taw it. Now she stared at the silken trifle. Wearily the girl drew away from the door and sank into the chair which was nearest her. “It's all been a Lie—all of it!” she sobbed, hiding her face in her hands. Several seconds passed. Judith’s moving shoulders were the only sign of her grief. She did not cry out. When she raised her head, her eyes were red-rimmed, but the tears had ceased. She did not weep again that afternoon. "I’ll go now!” Judith told herself in a sudden frenzy of energy. There was no time to plan or think. The quicker the ordeal was over the better. "Not tonight—now!” She knew that she could not en dure another evening at that, dinner table jdownstairs, another period of sitting in the samp room with Ar thur, listening to him talk, seeing him, and feeling so far, far removed from the happiness they had once known. Frantically Judith attacked dresser drawers and the closet in which her clothes hung. She was not packing sensibly. She was an swering a primitive call which de manded action as surcease of pain. Her hands moved clumsily, and garments which she did not want fell'from their hangers. The frock she was reaching for hung at the farthest end of the closet. CLOTHES! She had not realized before how many gowns and coats and hats she owned. All of them were very elegant, smartly made, of excellent materials. They were expensive, and only a part of the wealth Arthur Knight had lavished on her. Judith had repaid him with a lie. She fumbled in the clothes closet until at last she brought forth the dress she was looking for. It was a bluish-gray jersey made with a skirt and blouse in one piece. Ju dith held the dress to the light. (To Be Continued) 1 i . 1* i *t n<ieHn M ffoe rvf T3rxlr/\fF’e mtril nerfi? oil rroro QvT’Dl IDfpH fOT* Rokoff stood as though petrified, his eyes protruding from their sockets, his mouth agape, and the cold sweat of terror clammy upon his brow. 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