Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 177, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 December 1928 — Page 32

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CHAPTER Vl—(Continued) “TSUT I happen to know,” insisted J3 Ashtoreth, “that Mr. Hart’s interest wasn’t at all—like that, Sadie.” “Yeah. He’d be liable to tell you.” Sadie scoffed and flaunted her short skirts derisively. “I tell you. Ash—you’re an awful dumb egg.” She smoked silently for a minute. “A girl can fool all of the men some of the time, but she can’t fool herself all of the time,” she announced somberly. “And I guess I got my eyes open this time. “Holly was always telling me I ought to put away something for a rainy day, and I took it literal. .Next time I’ll know better. And, believe me, Ash, I’ll have something to put away—something nice and compromsiing. Letters, Ash!” Sadie pounded her round, silk knee emphatically. “‘Letters!’” echoed Ashtoreth. “Sure, letters. You can raise hell With a few letters,” amplified Sadie. “Sell ’em. Bring ’em to court. Give ’em to the papers. But I haven’t so much as a scrap of paper. Oh, Pve been to see a lawyer I wrote Holly something about breach of promise. But that was only to scare him. “I got anew boy now—the lawyer I went to see. He says maybe we can frighten Holly—but probably he’s too cagey. I don’t know.” “Probably,” Ashtoreth assented uncomfortably. “But Mr. Hart’s been so wonderful to you!” she exclaimed. “Why do you wnt to make trouble? I should think you’d be glad to keep what you have, and thank your lucky stars.” “And me without a job?” moaned Sadie. “Good Lord, you’re not crippled, or blind, or anything. Go get one,” suggested Ashtoreth curtly. tt tt tt "CAY, Ash!” Sadie clapped her hands in childish glee. “I got an idea. Let’s live together —you and mother and me. Here’s a small place, all furnished. Gee, your mother’d love it, would she? We could take care of the rent somehow. I’ll get a job, Ashhonest I will.” Sadie was coaxing prettily, and her empty little face was radiant with excitement. “I bet your mother’d like to get a job, too, just so’s she could live in a swell place like this and help out on the rent. We could get another girl, too, maybe, to make things easier. “You and your mother could have the bedroom, Ash. And me and the other girl could sleep in the living room. There’d be plnty of room. Will you, Ash? Please, Ash!” CHAPTER VII u Sadie we couldn’t afford it,” V>/ protested Ashtoreth. But Sadie was not so easily discouraged. “It wouldn’t cost much if we split it three ways,” she pointed out. “You and your mother and me, and then some other girl. Gee, Ash, I hate to give up a place like this. Be a good sport. We could have some swell times together. And think of your mother, Ash! Wouldn’t she just love it, though!” It was, indeed, the sort of place poor Maizie would love. Family ties, reflected Ashtoreth, were such a joke. She disliked, instinctively, everything that her mother admired. She shuddered now, to think of Maizie gloating over Sadie’s deep plush chairs and monstrous divan. Admiring Sadie’s dreadful lamps. Exclaiming upon her ugly rugs. And all her tawdry objects d’art. What would Hollis Hart think if he could know that Mrs. Ashe had tastes like Sadie’s! Ashtoreth had conveyed the impression that her mother was a cultivated and an educated woman. Some day she could explain their intimacy with the miserable Mortons. But never, never would she trans-

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“Whew! It’s a good thing a man can’t be shot over the telephone, or I'd be dead now!” Bob exclaimed, as he rejoined the group in his living room. “I finally got the foreman of the Grayson dairy farm on the phone and he kept yelling at me, wanting to know if I realized it was half past two in the morning.” “Oh, Bob! Please tell us what he said!” Faith begged piteously. “I guess I was stalling for time,” Bob admitted, putting his atm about his wife. “The truth is, honey, that there was a young Mexican named Pablo working on the Grayson farm—” * “Pablo! Well, I’m sunk!” Tony gasped, and dropped weakly to the couch. “I suppose the full name was Pablo Valencio? Ah, Crystal, you poor kid!” “Not—not Valencio,” Bob frowned worriedly. “Pablo Mendoza, Jones, the forman, said this Menzota chap was so good-looking that the other hands nicknamed him Valentino—” “Was?” Faith echoed despairingly. “You mean—?” “Yes, honey, sit tight!” Bob soothed her, but his own face was dark with anger and worry. “This Pablo Mendoza threw up his job last night without a word to any one—was simply missing this morning when she other hands reported for breakfast. No one knows just when he left the farm, or where he went.” “Well, what of it?” Tony had gathered new strength to battle for her missing chum. “Just a coincidence—that’s all! “Maybe Crystal did see him out there, at a distance, and get the idea of weaving a pathetic little romance about him—” “Sorry, Tony,” Bob interrupted regretfully, “but Jones, when I questioned him, said that it had

plant Maize to flourish in the garish garden of Sadie’s interior decorations—to be discovered there by Hollis Hart. . . That fastidious and elegant gentleman. “But honestly, Sadie,” she insisted. “It’s quite impossible. x We simply couldn’t swing it.” “You just don’t want to get mixed up with me,” hazarded Sadie shrewdly. “You’re trying to make a hit with the boss, and you’re going to watch your step.” “Oh, my dear, I wish you wouldn’t talk that way!” tt tt tt SADIE’S incessant vulgarity was annoying. “Well, I’m not going to bother Holly any more,” she volunteered. “So don’t let that trouble you. 1 told you I got anew boy. He calls me Siren, because he says I’m a scream. Gee, he’s a wise cracker! “You ought to know him. He’s just like a guy in college humor. Wars the latest styles. Honest, Ash—he’s a riot. Know what he says I am? A. U. S. girl—Universal Sex Appeal.” Sadie preened for a glance in her Venetian ipirror. “Yes, ma’am,” she said. “That boy I’m the original red hot mamma.” “Then you’re really through with Mr. Hart?” asked Ashtoreth eagerly. “I mean you’re not going to try to get any more money from him?” “Oh, I don’t know.” Ashtoreth laughed. “Oh, Sadie, you’re impossible!” she dclared. “I always thought you wer a modern, independent working girl. And what a gold-digger you turned out to be!” “I’m modern,” countered Sadie. “And I’m independent as hell. Who wants to work?” “Well, I do',” announced Ashtoreth, and began to gather her things together. Black antelope gloves and a bag to match, and her little lace handkerchief. “Listen, Sadie, if I were you I wouldn’t go to see Mr. Hart again. Honestly, I think you are making a big mistake. You’ve had SIO,OOO from him, and you gave absolutely nothing in return. “There’s no earthly reason why you should expect him to go on supporting you. I should think you’d get yourself a job. And if you don’t want to give up this place gqt someone to help you carry it. “But for heaven’s sake don’t make any scenes around the office. No girl ever got anywhere that way.” “Is that so?” Sadie snuffed her cigaret in a cloisonne dish. tt tt tt ASHTORETH adjusted her hat in front of the mirror. Tucked up a loose end of hair. And flecked the toes of her dull kid pumps with the back of her glove. She looked like a society girl on her way to sewing circle, if society girls on their way to sewing circle look as society editors would have the public believe. Smart. Impeccable. And stunning, like an American girl on a Paris boulevard. “I’ll drop in and see your mother some time,” offered Sadie. “That would be lovely,” murmured Ashtoreth politely. “Yeah? Well, suppose you leave your address then.” “Here —write it down cn the back of the phone book. I got some mil-lion-dollar stationery, but I ain’t wasting it any more.” Ashtoreth scribbled obeaiently. . . . She would move, if she had to. She was not going to get involved with Sadie. Not for anything in the world. To forfeit Hollis Hart’s interest for such an intimacy! “I’ll bring mother o ,r er some eve--ing,” she volunteered cordially. Sadie was frankly skeptical. “You ain’t kidding me a bit, Ash. Well, run along. Back to the grind. Me—l got a nice new magazine and a box of chocolates.” She walked with Ashtoreth to the door. •’" “No hard feelings, dearie.” She laid her hand on the other’s arm. “You look a million dollars, honey—and that ain’t maybe.”

been the talk of the place that Pablo had an American girl sweetheart—a pretty, well-dressed young girl—” Cherry laughed hysterically. “Lord! How Crystal would love that! Well, Bob, there’s been some funny marrying in the Lane family but not even a Lane ever pulled such a funny one as a Hathaway seems to have done.” “Thanks, Cherry,” Bob retorted sarcastically. “Oh, let’s not quarrel!” Faith begged, her brown eyes filling with tears. “I only hope, if Crystal did run away with this Mexican boy that he has married her. Can’t we find out, Bob?” “Not at 3 o’clock in the morning,” her husband answered grimly “When I first talked with him, Jones assured me that this Pablo was & high-class Mexican, half Spanish and with a pretty good education in his own language, but when I told him that my cousin had disappeared, he began to rave abouc getting up a posse, offered to lead it himself. Os course I stepped on that idea.” “Os course!” four voices agreed .in unison. “I still don’t believe Crystal rar. away with this Mexican farm hand,” Tony added subbornly. “She simply used him as a peg to hang her poor little story on. Maybe he did speak to her once and some of the men saw them, but—” “Crystal Hathaway would have run away with any man that asked her,” Cherry interrupted. “I think, Cherry, that Mr. Hatha way must decide these things for himself, since the girl is his cousin.” Alan Bearsley answered. “And I further think that I’d better take you home. Or can Ibe of assistance tonight, Mr. Hathaway?” , (To Be Continued.) , j~£

Narrowing her big blue eyes, she contemplated Ashtoreth humorously. “And I bet,” she added, “you’re just as hard to make. Oh, well. God played favorites with us wimmin. That’s all I got to say.” “I don’t know that life’s been using you too badly,” consoled Ashtoreth. “I haven’t seen any ten thousands coming my way.” “You will,” prophesied Sadie, “sure as God makes little apples. You’re too dam’ ornamental to ever go hungry, or anything like that, you know, Kid. "Well, I’ll be getting in touch with you bimeby. So long, Ash—and don’t you be shedding any tears over my tough luck. Here’s one l’il baby knows how to take care of Sadie.” tt tt tt ASHTORETH waited on the corner for a street car. One thought was paramount in her mind. To keep Sadie from telling Mr. Hart any further details of her childhood. “Not that I’m ashamed,” she told herself. "But being poor is like having funny relations. You just sort of keep quiet about some things. Everybody does.” She wondered how she should explain to Mr. Hart the details of her protracted visit with the Mortons. How tell him of her father’s death? Or the miserable months where she and Maizie subsisted on the charity of neighbors? When Maizie went out working by the hour. “Accommodating,” she callied it. But, for all her gay pretenses, Ashtoreth knew that she had scrubbed floors and washed a thousand greasy dishes. There were many things that Hollis Hart must never know. Not that there was anything shameful about having been an errand. girl in the five-and-ten. Os course there wasn’t! But neither was it anything a girl who looked like an heiress boasted about particularly. “If he thinks I’ve antecedents, and education and culture like the girls of his crowd, what a be,” vowed Ashtoreth, “to disillusion him.” She left the car at Park street and walked briskly down to State. Mr. Hart had left the office when she reached there, and she spent the afternoon copying a tiresome report assigned by Mrs. Mason. Suddenly she became panicstricken. “Maybe he has another stenographer! Maybe he’ll never talk to me again!” At five o’clock, when she closed her desk, she was shivering inwardly. Half expecting Mrs Mason to inform her, on the way out, that her services would be no longer required. To be given two weeks pay in lieu of notice. But Mrs. Mason smiled when she said good night. “Mr. Hart wished me to thank you for him,” she said. “Thank me? What for?” Mrs. Mason’s lips twitched in a polite and efficient smile. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “But Mr. Hart spoke as if you would understand.” Ashtoreth powdered her nose and pulled her hat over her eyebrows, while her heart pounded madly in a transport of joy. She had not, then, forfeited his interest. Tomorrow, perhaps, he would ask her of Sadie’s plans. And she would be able to tell him that she had advised Sadie to make no trouble. “I may be only a stenographer," she rejoiced, “but I can do a millionaire a favor!” tt it it 117ARMLY grateful to life and VV its largesse, she stopped at a confectioner’s on the way home and ordered for Maizie a pound of assorted bonbons and caramels with nuts.

She bought the newest movie magazine. And a box of face powder, highly scented and pink as tender watermelon. Then she stopped at the circulating library and procured a copy of Edgar Wallace’s latest. It was Maizie’s little joke that Mr. Wallace keeps more women awake nights than any man living. Maizie had roast beef hash for dinner, and a cottage pudding for desert. “Let me drop an egg for you, honey,” she wheeled. “Nice country eggs. A sl.lO a dozen. She deposited a quaking mound of yellow, surrounded by an aura of quivering white. “There! Don’t that look nice? And here’s real cream for your boffee. No top of the bottle tonight, dear.” Ashtoreth frowned. “What’s the celebration, Mother?” Maizie wiped her hands on her apron. “Monty English is coming over,” she said. “I saw him on Tremont street this afternoon. I got in just a few iittle things. I thought maybe you’d like to give him a little snack, honey.” She smiled ingratiatingly. “Cheese. And a can of tomato soup, to make an English monkey. And some nice fudge cake from the Woman’s Exchange” Ashtoreth threw up her hands. “You’re just naturally bound to marry off Mrs. Ashe’s daughter, aren’t you, Ma?” she teased. Beneath her banter there was a shade of annoyance. (To Be Continued) Monty makes love after the most approved manner. Spend a few hours with him and Ashtoreth—in the next installment. YULE TREES ON TRAINS Travelers Need Not Miss Spirit of Christmas This Year. Travelers on the Southern Railway this holiday season need not miss the spirit of Christmas simply because they happen to be away from home and traveling, as that railway has arranged to install Christmas treets in the observation and lounge cars on its principal through trains during the period from December 22 to 27, electrically lighted and decorated.

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