Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 189, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 December 1928 — Page 14

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THIS HAS HAPPENED ASHTORETH ASHE, a beautiful little stenographer, Is having an exciting time on shipboard with an Englishman named JACK SMYTHE, who looks exactly like the Prince of Wales. Ashtoreth is taking a cruise to the West Indies for her health. Her roommate is MONA DE MUSSET, a mysterious and beautiful lady, whom Smythe distinctly dislikes. He tells Ashtoreth that Mona is notoriously unmoral. But Ashtoreth refuses to give up her transient friendship with the Frenchwoman. who has been particularly swe s and generous to her. Mona goes ashore to visit friends at St. Thomas, the first island at which the ship drops anchor. And Ashtoreth is Alone on board with the young Englishman. He has already warned her that he means to make love to her—and says that if she doesn’t like the notion she had better go to her cabin. Ashtoreth does not mean to accept his caresses, but to teach him a lesson. He thinks that all American girls pet. and she is determined to make him change his mind With a good deal of bravado she accompanies him to the starlit deck. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY OHAFIISR '-rxlX ASHTORETH slipped her hand in Symthe's. .’’Come on!” she challenged. But all the while she was wondering exactly what was going to happen. And just how an Englishman acts when a girl laughs at his love making. She imagined that English people were mightily dignified, and she meant to humiliate Jack Smythe for saying that all American girls petted. She’d show him! “You're sure,” he teased, “you hadn’t rather go to bed?” “Bed!” she echoed. “A night like this?” He held her close against hi3 side. “You know,” he whispered, “you’re not going to slap me again. Because this time I shan’t stand for it,.‘my dear.” “No?” she retorted. “And what would you do about it?’ Suddenly it occurred to Ashe toreth that perhaps she was not doing a sporting thing. English people made such a fuss about being sporting. x Smythe had warned her that he meant to kiss her. It was, in fact, his expressed purpose. Probably then she really oughtn’t to go. No girl, she supposed, went up to the boat deck with a man unless she meant to be kissed. Particularly on such a night. “You know,” Smythe was saying, “someone said even an atheist half believes in God by night. Did you ever see anything so perfect in your life? Why, the ocean’s a silver sea!’’ Ashtoreth sighed. “It’s heavenly,” she whispered. A moonlit mood was on her. Afterall, why not let Smythe kiss her? She'd be a dreadfully poor sport to let him think he might—and then get mad over it. She glaced at him sideways. He did ’look extraordinarily like the prince of Wales. Those little lines about his eyes. And his mouth . . . a a a “TTS wonderful,” he said, “what X a night like this can do to a man. Why, I knew a misogynist once—he simply hated women Loathed and despised them, and all that I sort of thing. And he took a cruise down here through the In-dies4-and fell in love with every wompn on the ship!" “4 misogynist,” thought Ashtoreth, “must be a woman-hater.” ... It was one of those 50-cent words Sadie talked about. “Personally,” continued Smythe, “I’ve always thought a misogynisc was a queer bird. Women were obviously made to be loved.” “But—” Ashtoreth felt curiously tongue-tied. She wanted to say something about women being meant for finer things. But she hated to sound terribly prim and old-maidish. And she couldn’t think of anything at all clever, “If all womeen agreed with you, she said, “there wouldn't be any really good women, would there? I mean, if we let all the men who want to, make love to us, we’d bo a dreadfully tarnished lot. And wc wouldn't be what men call ‘good women’ at all, would we?” They had leaned over the rail, to watch the lights of St. Thomas twinkling, like distant fireflies across the water. “ ‘Good’’” roneated Smythe, slipping his arm across her shoulders. “Why, I suppose that depends upon your definition of good. Our wise

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It was nearly 6 o'clock and daylight when Sandy Ross entered the Hathaway living room, the shoebox with its $5,000 in banknotes under his arm. Tony, now that she had tangible proof that the kidnappers had not met and murdered the young aviator for daring to lie in wait for them, because almost calm, but her fingers were icy as they clung to Sandy's arm. "You didn’t see him, Sandy? Or did they spot you and run away?” Sandy shook his head as he laid the shoebox on the bridge table, among the little lettered blocks of the anagram game. "Didn't see anybody. Nobody saw me. “Was lying low' in my flivver in a driveway a block up the street. Got permission from the chap—a man named Reeves—to wait there. Told him there was a guy I w’as expecting. Didn’t say who. . . . “No!” Bob Hathaway ran a trembling hand over his disheveled chestnut haid. “Guess I’ll take a cold shower. . . . How about a little breakfast, Faith? I’ll knock on Beulah’s door.” “But, Bob, what are you going to * do?” Tony cried. “Crystals in more (terrible danger every minute ” “I’m going to notify the police, of course,” Crystal’s cousin answered, his mouth grim, his nostrils flaring. "What I should have done yesterday, I suppose. God! I hope it isn’t too late—What’s that?” ltie broke off, as a dull thud sounded from the front porch. “Morning paper, of course! “Lord! I’m jumpy. Thanks, Boardsley,” he called over his shoulder as the older man started for the door to get the paper. “I’ll fi>e out of a shower in ten minutes.

George Bernard Shaw has something interesting to say on the subject, “Goodness, says Shaw, in its popular British sense of self-denial, implies that man is vicious by nature. And that supreme goodness is supreme martyrdom. “The idea isn’t confined to us British, you know. It’s also an American notion. Frenchmen haven’t any such conceptions. As for the Latin races—they believe that anything that is natural is good. "I think so myself. It’s natural to want to kiss a pretty girl. It is also natural for a girl to like to be kissed. Therefore it is good. “It is supreme nonsense to believe that anything that is natural is wicked, pv even that self-denial is a virtue. Those are very pious notions. But they’re most fearfully dull.” tt * tt \ SHTORETH, like most girls, believed that gool things usually were stupid. And that wildly exciting things were more apt than not to be wrong. It was, she had found, a fairly safe way to look at life. But Smythe made her feel child-, ish and ignorant. She wished that it was Monty's arm across her shoulder. And Monty’s lips against her hair. It would be such a relief not to have to be so dreadfully highbrow. For months and months Ashtoreth had been pretending. Ever since she had gone to work for Hollis Hart. Pretending to bookish knowledge and high ideals. And culture. And wealth. And all sorts of things. There was that day she had tried to make Mr. Hart think she knew all about Egyptology and Cleopatra and scarabs. Well, it hadn’t gotten her far. Mr. Hart thought now that she was just as common and cheap as Sadie, most likely. .. . Then, of course, there was Sadie. She was always trying to impress Sadie . . . And Mona. Mona thought she had been to boarding school. Not that Ashtoreth had directly implied any such thing. Only Mona picked up the notion somehow, and it seemed senseless to deny it. Mona thought, too, that she had read all sorts of books. Not, of course, that Ashtoreth had ever said so. After all, though, could a girl ever be just herself? With anyone, that is, who really counted? Wouldn't it be perfectly insane to let anyone you cared the least thing about discover how silly and stupid you really were? In her secret heart Ashtoreth believed that her ignorance would simply appall anyone who actually knew anything. Anyone really clever. Hollis Hart, for instauce. Or Jack Smythe. It was, really, a lot easier to be kissed than to get philosophical about it. If they went on talking about abstract good and evil, Jack would learn how stupid she was. Whereas, if she simply let him kiss her, he would discover her to be altogether desirable. He drew her from the rail into the shadows. “There are two chairs somewhere over here,” he was saying, “I had the steward place them after dinner.” He put his arms around her and held her close. “You know,” he whispered, “you’ve the softest skin in the world.” Then he kissed her arms and brushed his lips to her neck, where her hair curled in little tendrils. n tt a MAIZIE was awfully old-fash-ioned. Maizie always said you shouldn’t give your lips to a man unless you really and truly loved him and were going to marry him. But of course Mazie didn’t know anything about such kisses as these! Mothers are so innocent—the poor dears. . . . Ashtoreth melted softly in his arms. In a moment he held her away from him. “Damn!” he muttered. “There’s somebody in that chair down there.

You’d beter have one, too, before breakfast.” Bob had gone into the bathroom when Alan Beardsley came back into the living room, the Morning Star open in his hands. Cherry, awake now, and running her tiny, beautifully mannicured Angers through her coppery curls in lieu of a comb, called out: “Any news of the Jefferson girl, Alan? I suppose Crystal’s disappearance w'ill crowd her off the front page now'." Beardsley did not look at her as he answered, in a low voice: “The Jefferson girl is—dead. Her body was found in the woods a mile beyond the Marlboro Country Club." It was almost as bad as if it had been Crystal’s body found stark cold in the w'ods. Tony swayed against Sandy, who wordlessly put on arm about her shoulders. Faith’s brown eyes grew so wide with horor and her lips so white that Beardsley sprance toward her, but she motioned him away, feebly. I’m allright—thanks. But —don’t tell Bob. Please —hide the paper.” “The police W'ill want to question you, Tony,” Cherry said to Crystal’s chum. “She told you more of her affairs than any of us, and I’m sure you have a picture of her. Faith hasn’t.” “I’ll go to tire police station,” Sandy announced quietly from the doorway. “They’ll send a man or two out to talk things over. Tell Hathaway,” and he nodded toward Beardsley. Half an hour later a chief of detectives, in plainclothes, and two uniformed patrolmen were admitted to the Hathaway living room. (To be continued)

A woman—she just coughed. Over there—behind the wireless.” Ashtoreth’s heart was beating wildly, and something in her throat pulsed like a little muttering bird. “Oh!” she gasped, and laughed a little, breathlessly. He steadied her, with his hands on his shoulders. “There’s no sense,” he admonished indulgently, “in being takc-a-chancey.” The woman in the deck chair had risen to her feet. She was all in white, and wore a white hat, like a turban. A long, gold tassel hung from her dress. And another from her turban, swaying as she walked. Nobody but Mona would have dressed like that. She greeted them indolently. But as she drew near, Ashtoreth saw that her eyes were smoldering. Jack Smythe lounged uncomfortably away and muttered an imprecation. Ashtoreth put her hand on his sleeve. But Mona struck his arm away and turned upon him in uncontrollable wrath. (To Be Continued) Mona's wild tirade reveals an astounding truth. Read the next chapter for the surprising facts about Jack Smythe. TRACED BY TONGUE Vowel Twist May Tell Tale of Jewish Wanderings. Bn Science Service NEW YORK, Dec. 28. The swarming thousands of New York’s East Side are not “just Jews” td language students. They are a com* plex of race branches, reassembled in this American New Jerusalem, and each individual betrays in little turns of his speech, or in peculiar words he uses, the pilgrimage of his ancestors. Professor Max A. Luria of the College of the City of New York has made a special study of the dialects of the Spanish Jews of this city, and presented a summary of his findings to the American Association for the Advancement of Science. When the Spaniards reconquered their land from the Mohammedans, they expelled all Jews as well as Moors. These banished Jews now known as the Sephardim, wandered into many lands in Europe and the Near East, but never quite lost their identity, even when in close cont ct with their co-religionists of other races. The Spanish dialects which they still speak show close relationships to the Spanish of the twelfth and thirteenth centuries. Changes in the meanings of certain of ther show Turkish influence. And in some of the words a dropped letter, or a change in pronunciation of the final vowel sound. will tell in what town a man’s ancestors lived half a thousand years ago. PLEA IS VOICED FOR GEOGRAPHY TEACHING Pushed Off School Course; Pupils Ignorant of World. By Science Service NEW , YORK, Dec. 28 —High school boys and girls do not “pick up” much geography while studyin gtheir other lessons, as optimistic educators think, Dr. Nels A. Bengtson of the University of Nebraska pointed out to the geography teachers at the meeting of the American Association for the Advancement of Science today. Geography is being pushed out of the school curriculum, chiefly by general science courses, he stated, and the idea is widespread that the students will acquire knowledge of they world they live in incidentally, without giving special time to it. A test given more than 900 high school students taking American history was described by Dr. Bengtson. The boys and girls were asked sixty-five questions, such as “Name the physical barrier that helped most to make for unity among the colonies in the war for independence." The students’ struggles with the question yielded 60,580 answers and only 21.869 answers were correct. backward~wr7t7ng of NEAR EAST EXPLAINED Developed From Art, Where Stress Was on Right Side of Picture. By Science Service NEW YORK, Dec. 28.—Jews, Arabs and other near eastern people “write backward,” according to occidental notions, because ancient Egyptian art conventions demanded emphasis of the right sideview of the person in action. As picturemaking led to picture-writing or hieroglyphics, and this was simplified into easier systems of writing in Egypt and among the nations that learned how to write from the Egyptians, the old art convention remained as a script convention. This theory of the origin of the rigl*t-to-left direction of Semitic writing systems was advanced here by Prof. N. Reich of Dropsie college, Philadelphia, speaking before members of the American Association for the Advancement of Science. Only when the much more recent Indo-European alphabets were invented, Professor Reich said, was this ancient convention abandoned in favor of the left-to-right arrangement now most widely used. APARTMENTS BARRED Chicago North Shore Suburb Is for Residences Only. CHICAGO, Dec. 2.—Apartment houses have been barred from Lake Bluff, the North Shore residential district. The supreme court has upheld an ordinance providing that no buildings may be erected which house more than fourteen families to the acre.

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