Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 180, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 December 1928 — Page 15

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THIS HAS HAPPENED ASHTORETH ASHE, involved in the Strange affairs of her millionaire employer, becomes suddenly and seriously ill. MONTY ENGLISH,' her ex-sweet-heart, leaves Boston to work from the New York office of his firm. 'HOLLIS HART, her wealthy boss, disappears—presumably for Europe. Before his departure he tells Ashtoreth of his transient Interest in a glr. he knows as MAE DE MARR. The name proves to have been assumed “Mae” is actually SADIE MORTON, an old friend of Ashtoreth’s. She has become a gold-digger and a pensioner on the good-hearted bounty of Mr. Hart. Ashtoreth' resolves to have nothin* to do with her. During her convalescence she reoeives a large box. which her mother brings to her in bed. NOW GO ON WITH THE TORY CHAPTER X WHEN the doctor had gone, Malzie put the box on Ashtoreth’s bed and lifted the cover mysteriously. Inside there were layers and layers of tissue. “You’d never guess!” she breathed ecstatically. “Look, honey!” From the folds of paper she drew a soft, cloud of tender chiffon, the color of a golden sunset, and like the blush on the cheek of a peach. Pale amber touched with rose. “It’s the newest shade,” she exclaimed, and caressed it with her finger tips. “ ‘Dawnsheen,’ they call It. A negligee, honey! Did you ever see anything so sweet in all your life! And look—there’s an orchid tucked in the front there. See the lace on it. Silk lace!” She shook it lovingly and held it softly. “It’s gorgeous!” she said. “But dearest, you oughtn’t to have bought it!” Maizie beamed happily. “I didn’t,” she declared. “It’s from Sadie! Sadie Morton. And look, honey—little mules, too. All feathers and satin, and little French flowers. And negligee garters. And stockings just like cobwebs, with flowers embroidered down the front.” • “Sadie Morton?” whisepered Ashtoreth. “How did she know I was ill, Mother?” Maizie was exhibiting the contents of the big box, one by orie. Slipping the garters over her wrist. Poising the little mules on her finger tips. “She telephoned one day,” she explained, “and I told her you were sick. And next day this box came from Hollander’s. Last Thursday it was. And I’ve been so busy since I haven’t thanked her or anything. “I’ll call her up by and by and tell her how much you like them. She sent a note, too. It wasn’t sealed and I read it. I knew you wouldn’t mind if Mother read your little letter.” tt u MAZIE pawed through a litter of mail on the dressing table. “Here it is. It’s like Greek to me, but maybe you’ll understand All I got to say is Sadie’s a good generous girl.' And I hope she’s come honestly by all her fine things . . . Will I read it to you, Lamb?” Ashtoreth assented weakly. “And put that negligee where l can feast my eyes on it,” she ordered. “This 3 going to be a long convalescence, Mother. I can see that from here. A girt with mi outfit like this ought to be a chroni.invalid.” Maezie smiled joyfully. “It’s wonderful,” she declared, “to hear you talking like your old self Oh, my, we had a dreadful time dear! The doctor said he never saw such a good nurse as me outside a hospital. First, he wanted to send you somewhere you could get constant nursing. “But I said ‘I guess, doctor, I car take as good care of my iittle girl as any hired help.’ And he had to admit I was right, Ashtoreth.” “What was the mater with me?” asked Ashtoreth listlessly. “Well, first off he said it was influenza,” explained Maizie. “Then he thought it might be bronchial pneumonia. But your lungs all cleared up fine as a whistle. Then he said it was just plain exhaus-

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“Well, here are the men now, miss. You can question them yourself,” Jones the foreman of the Grayson dairy farm, told /Tony. “I haven’t mentioned the matter to Mrs. Grayson. The boss himself is in Kansas City, attending the stockmen’s convention. Have a seat, miss.” Tony took a chair in the long, bare living room of Grayson’s laborers’ quarters, and Sandy Ross stood beside her, his tall body slouching a bit, but his keen, frec-kled-gray eyes not missing a detail Two overalled laborers stood uneasily at . attention. “First, I wish you’d tell me whether you know where Pablo Mendoza is,” Tony began. “No, miss,” both men answered together. “We don’t know where he’s at. Just blew the job, that’s all,” one of them added. “Ain’t none of us seen him leave, just like Mr. Jones said.” “Now, boys,” Tony began, with the smile that had wrought havoc among the hearts of Stanton’s younger male set, “Mr. Jones says that you know something about a sweetheart of Pablo’s. Is that right?” The more talkative of the two men shuffled a step nearer. , “Yes Miss, reckon we do. We seen her two-three times. First time was on a Sunday evening kinder early and still light. “The Mex was walking across the forty-acre pasture with a girl, and I seen him take her coat and play like he was fighting a bull, and her coat was the bullfighter’s cape. See?” “I see,” Tony slowly. The georgette coat of the brown ensemble she had given Crystal! “Do you think he might have been accompanying her just to protect her from the bull?” Both the men and Jones, the foreman, grinned knowingly. The loquacious farmhand answered: “Well, miss, that might be the case. But he done a powerful lot of pro-

tion, and maybe you were on the verge of a nervous breakdown.” “•Breakdown!” Ashtoreth tried to laugh. “He was just trying to scare you, mother!” “Well, he wants you to go away,” announced Maizie, “for a nice long rest.” Ashtoreth frowned. “I hope you told him,” she said, “that we’re poor as Job’s turkey. And that a couple of church mice are positively affluent by comparison.” Maizie tilted her chin. “Think I want to sound poormouthed?” she demanded. “I told him nothing of the kind. And I guess we can manage a little trip if that’s what my girl needs.” ‘Darling,” said Ashtoreth, “there will be no trips for this family until we’ve money in the bank. Dad’s insurance is tie,! up, thank God, or yi I'd have spent that on me long ago. Now stop your foolishness, Mrs. Ashe, and read Sadie’s note ” It was the same purple paper on which Sadie had written to Hollis Hart. And Sadie was still using green ink. “Dear Ash,” she had written. “You ought to get a break on the windfall I got. Holly’s lawyer had what they call cart blansh. And I got another thou for signing on the dotted line. Now me and Georgie are going to get married. I’m sorry you’re sick. But I guess this bedroom scenery ought to make you feel good. Yours, SADIE. P. S.—Holly didn’t go to Paris at all. He’s in South America.” u n tt MAIZIE slipped the paper back in the envelope. “What does she mean?” she asked. But Ashtoreth was in no mood to be questioned. “I’m so tired, mother!” she protested. “I’ll tell you about it later. But—tell me—what about the office? Did you let them know-1 was ill?” “Mrs. Mason phoned,” said Maizie. “And when I told her how sick you were she said you wasn’t to worry, but stay out just as long as you liked.” Ashtoreth’s tired eyelids fluttered. “Does Monty know?” Maizie blustered defensively. “The poor boy!” she said. “He’s been awful sick himself- -in a hospital. I sent him a wire because I thought it would do you good to have a glimpse of him again. "But I got a wire beck again that he was sick. And sincee then I have been sending him a report every night. A telegram. He’s better now, and I guess maybe he’ll be here tomorrow.” “Mother!” Ashtoreth’s pale cheeks flushed. “You tell him that I’m quite better, but that he mustn’t think of coming to see me.” “But, Ashtoreth—honey—” “If you don’t I’ll run a temperature!” Astoreth snuggled under the covers. “I’m boss,” she announced, “until I get better.” Maizie did not argue. “You’ve always been boss,” she lamented. In a few days the doctor permitted Astoreth to sit up. And that, by chance, was the day Sadie elected to call. Resplendent in the newest Celestial Blue. Hat and coat, and crepe de chine pumps to match. She greeted Maizie effusely, depositing a square white box on the table. * “Ice cream,” she said, hugging Maizie and kissing her on both her cheeks, “and fudge sauce and brownies. Let’s all put on some weight!” Then she breezed into the sickroom,' wafting L’Heure Bleue, and trailing her silver fox. “My gosh, Ash! You did have a

tecting for three or four weeks after that. . “Me and Tom here was in the bit Os woods at the far end of the pasture one Sunday night—just talking a bit, and we seen both of ’em— Pablo and this nice-looking girl—” “What did she look like?” Tony interrupted. “Not so tall as you, miss, and kinder stocky built, but not as fat as I like ’em, if you’ll excuse me, miss,” the loquacious one grinned. “Brown hair and great big eyes which she walled at Pablo. She smiled a lot, flirting with him, sort of—you know.” Tony knew, and her heart sank. No description of Crystal Hathaway could be more accurate. Poor Crystal! “Go on, please.” “Well, tjiey was sittin’ under a tree and readin’ poetry to each other, leastways, we reckoned it was poetry, the way the young lady read it—sort of low and with lots of quivers n her voice. “Pablo wasn’t readin,’ but he sung some Mex songs to her and picked ’em out on his guitar. Me and Tom nearly hied laughin’, because he was all diked out in fancy clothes, like the pitchers of bullfighters in the movies—like Valentino in “Blood and Sand.” “I must say this Pablo boy was a knockout in that rig though; you couldn’t blame a girl for going nuts over him.” “Made love to her?” Sandy surprised Tony by asking curtly. The men shuffled embarrassedly and shook their heads. The loquacious one volunteered: “No, sir, not that we seen. We was bumin’ up to see him kiss her, but he didn’t while we was there.” Tony caught her red lower lip between her teeth. At last she asked : “What sort of man was Pablo Mendoza, boys?” * ' The eager talker answered: “Now miss, I got to tell you that we all liked Pablo. Except for his brown skin, which wasn’t as brown as 0 Mex’s generally is, he was white clean through.” (To Be Cont^ued)

siege, didn’t you, honey? And you like the vamp rags I sent you?” Ashtoreth was sitting up, with the lovely negligee about her. Her bare feet thrust slenderly into the little feathered mules. “Oh, I love them, Sadie. You were awfully good.” To Maizie’s chagrined amazement Ashtoreth had hesitated about accepting the finery from Sadie. It was not, she felt, quite decent to take clothes purchased with Hollis Hart’s money. Particularly, somenow, a negligee. But refusal would have necessitated explanations, and it was easier to give in. Besides, she longed with all her heart to possess \e delectable things that Sadie, in her reckless extravagance had chosen. “Well, I brought you a nightie this time.” Sadie took it out of her pocket. “Chiffon,” she said. “The kind that goes through a wedding ring. Not so hot. But darn effective.” “Sadie—my dear!” Ashtoreth expostulated weakly. “That's all right.” a tt a SADIE was elaborately casual. She drew the flounces of her full skirt across her knees and settled her little blue hat firmly on the back of her head. “I’m sitting pretty, Kid,” she boasted, “and the best is none too good for me and my gang.” “Me and my gang.” . . . Ashtoreth winced. “I stopped,” pattered Sadie, “and got some ice cream and stuff. i ought to diet, but what’s the use 9 Gee, Ash—you’re skinny!” She lowered her voice, with a glance toward the kitchenet, where Maizie dished up the party. “Holly’s gone to South America, she whispered triumphantly. “And I’ll says he’s a good egg! His la wye. came to see me, and getting anothe. thou was easy as nothing at all Now Georgie’s come to bat. And he’s going to make an honest woman out of me, Ash!” Ashtoreth smiled. “You never were anything else Sadie,” she said. Sadie raised her eyebrows. Dart; and penciled. “Give a dog a bad name and her,” she retorted. “Anyhow Georgie’s aces with me, honey, and we’re going to be a couple of those love birds like you read about.” Maizie came with the ice cream and fat little brownies, bursting with walnuts. She put her tray down and bustled kitchenward for napkins. Sadie leaned across the big chair where Ashtoreth sat. “Listen, Ash!” she whispered, her red mouth close to Ashtoreth’s eai. “Why don’t you play Holly yourself, honey?” Then Maizie was back again. Drawing the bedside table toward the center of the room and passing her little green napkins. “They say a dish of ice cream is fattening as two potatoes,” she sighed. “And brownies! My word, they must have 500 calorie^!” Sadie laughed “You don’t have to diet. You’re just right, .Mrs. Ashe!” she pro nour.ced. “But Ash—she’s skinny as a rail. A little trip to South America now would do her a world of good.” (To Be Continued) Maizie has another surprise for Ashtoreth. She reveals it in the next chapter. BROOKSIDE COMMUNITY HOUSE TO OPEN DEC. 21 Park Board Arranging Dedication Service for Structure. City officials will open the Brookside community house Dec. 21 if furniture arrives. The park board under President John E. Milnor is arranging for the dedication service. About SI,OOO worth of furniture was purchased at the Indiana prison factory some time ago. Park commissioners are anxious to have the center open before Christmas. SET TRIAL OF YOUTH CAUGHT IN COP’S TRAP Lloyd Amos to Face Jury for Plot on December 27. Lloyd Amos, 24, of North Ilinois street, will be tried for auto banditry, conspiracy and robbery in criminal court by a jury, .Dec. 27. Amos was arrested after two men accompanying him had been fatally wounded by police, when they attempted to hold up the F. W. Hohlt & Son dry goods store. 1239 Kentucky avenue, Dec. 8. AWARD PRINTING 1088 Commissioners Give Three Contracts for County Work. County commisieoners Monday awarded 1929 printing contracts to the following firms: Levy Printing Company, bound and loose leaf Dooks and assessor’s office blanks; the Indianapolis Commercial, clerk’s office blanks and the Sentinel Printing Company, general supplies. No awards were made on envelopes and it is understood they may be printed at the Negro Orphans’ home. A. M. Glossbrenner, president of the Levy company, was one of the heavy contributors to the county election campaign fund. GIRL FOILS bTIrGLAR By EE A Service NEWARK, N. J., Dec. 18.—A scratch on his face and a bank book lost in a s scuffle at the scene of an attempted robbery forced a dapper youth to confess his guilt to police here recently. A 14-year-old girl, Muriel Ainsworth, foiled the thief’s attempt to rob the Ainsworth home, by screaming for help and beating off attempts to gag her. The robber retired to the street with the young amazon at his heels. Then a policeman captured Frederick J. Ensor and Muriel identified him by scratches on his face and a bank book he had lost in battle with the young herojpe.

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