Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 198, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 January 1929 — Page 10

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THIS HAS HAPPENED ASHTORETH ASHE is having the t exciting adventure of her life in a little house on top of a mountain in tropical Dom.nlca Aahtoreth la a stenographer from Boston. The owner of the house is HOLLIS HART, her multi-millionaire employer. They have met by accident in Dominica, a little island in the West Indies. Ashtoreth. who has been ill. is talcing a cruise. Hart has stopped off en roate to Bouth America, ana found the place so charming that he has taken a house and means to stay a while. They are delighted to see each other. And Ashtoreth purposely misses the boat in order to stay on the island. Bhe pretends. of course, that It was an accident. And Mr. Hart seems not to ausoeet her little ruse. Finally he discovers her boat has sailed. There Is nothing left but ‘o wait for the next boat. NOW OO ON WITH THE !f''KV CHAPTER XXVIII •TnWO lumps. Holly:” 1 Ashtoreth sat at the'break, fast table and tried to sound wifely. She was wearing Hollis’ pajamas and looking her best. Now, women, en masse, are not buiit for pajamas, any more than men are built for nightgowns. But Ashtoreth was one of those tall, slim girls, with long legs. Lean from knee to hip. And that, of course makes a difference. Asa matter of fact, she never looked better in her life. They were orchid satin pajamas. With a military neck, and a Russian sahs. Over them she wore a silk dressing gown of Roman striped effect. Behind each ear she had pinned a scarlet hibiscus, red as her laughing lips. Her own clothes were drying on the bushes. And Ashtoreth was wishing it would rain, so that she could wear the pajamas all day. ‘‘A week tomorrow,” remarked Hollis, and salted his paw paw apathetically. "The boat is coming in early. Orchid.” For six days these two lived in the little house on the to of the mountain. And every day the sun had shone. And every night the stars had twinkled and bathed the garden in silver light. "And now,” he said, “you are going away.” Ashtoreth bent her head above her palte. And wondered what a girl should do In such a situation. Hollis Hart loved her. That is, he was crazy about her. She knew that it had been awfully difficult for him—being so dreadfully respectful. And she loved him. ... Or was it love? Well, it didn’t really matter. He had money to burn. And he was sweet, and wonderfully deferential. And generous as could be. After all, what else is there? It wasn’t even as if he wasn’t good looking. Why, Hollis Hart had simplay everything! ... A girl would be an awful fool if she could not love a man like him. a a a ASHTORETH’S experiences had been rather limited. A certain fastidiousness had saved her from the promiscous petting in which many girls indulge. But Monty had kissed her with a considerable degree of warmth and longing. And Jack Smythe had vQjced his desires in no uncertain fenps. There were, also, other men. They had not particularly impressed Ashtoreth. Beautiful girls are usually sophisticated. Unless, of course, they are dumb. Aside from her own experiences, Ashtoreth’s knowledge of the affairs of other girls—notably Sadie—had tended to acquaint her with the ways and thoughts of men. For six days she and Hollis Hart had lived in a glamorous paradise. Her presence had stimulated and excited him. So that he had kissed her and made love. But further than that he had not gone. . . . And tomorrow she was going home. They were alone now in the dining room. Beyond the long windoys lay the garden. Humming birds flittered about the butterfly bushes. And a wanton little breeze that had stolen their fragrance came stealing through the room. Hollis put his hand on Ashtoreth’s. . . . “Have you been happy?” he asked her. And in his voice there was a

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Nils Johnson arrived at the Hathaway home just after Bob, Cherry and Alan Beardsley had sat down to dinner. Faith still was in her room, rather alarmingly ill from worry-. As soon as Cherry caught sight of her blonde young giant of a husband she rose so abruptly that her chair was overturned. ”Oh. Nils!” she cried, her voice breaking in a sob, as she burrowed her red-and-gold head into his breast. ‘Tin so glad you’re back! IYe missed you so, needed you so! Please don’t go away again— ever—ever.” Nils kissed her, his extraordinarily blue eyes very tender, but grave “Missed you too, honey. . . . Any news of Crystal, Bob? I stopped on my- way in and bought the papers—” “N(' no news,” Bob wearily. “We’ve been prayinr, for another ransom letter all day, but the crooks must have been scared off. And now that they k' ow the matter is in the hands of the police—” He shrugged and absently broke a roll, for which he had no appetite. “Hello. Beardsley,” Nils greeted the distinguished-looking older man with grave cordiality. ‘Glad you were here to look after Cherry for me.” In the candid blue eyes there was no trace whatever of suspicion or rancor. Cherry gasped, then pretended that it was.a sob which she was trying to stifle. “Sit down. Nils,” Bob directed "There’s a plate laid for you. We were expecting you. Did yoTi—have a nice trip?” he added, in a sorry effort to appear natural. "Enjoyed the drive,” Nils anawered. “And, by the way, a queer thing happened yesterday. It didn’t seem queer at the time, but now I’m

hunger and a questing that made her heart rejoice. "So happy,” she said. "Will you miss me?” he asked her. She knew then what it was he would ask next—when she slipped her hand in his. "Oh, I’ll miss you fearfully,” she ■ told him. And pried her fingers I beneath his, and let them rest i against his hot, hard palm. And j they were soft and cool and lovely. "Do you love me,” he whispered . . . “just a little, Orchid?” "Mm-mm,” she murmured, so like ! a little frightened thing, that he had to lean to hear. a a a THEY were quiet for a minute. And a mountain whistler, through the stillness, called his mate. "Do you,” she asked, “love me .... a little?” Beneath her breath she asked it, with her chin on her shoulder, and her dark hair against his mouth. So that his lips caressed the red flower she had pinned behind her ear. “Oh, my dear,” he cried. “My dear!” A servant, padding softly on bare feet, came and filled their coffee cups. They ate in silence, tasting their food and pushing the plates away. | “Come, ”j he said, and drew her to her feet. “It is glorious ir. the garden now.” They wandered through a crumbling wall to a giant tree whose hollow trunk was cushioned with moss. Above their heads a cluster of orchids grew from a bough within their reach. “This tree,” he told her, “is the father of all trees. See, there is room enough within its trunk for two to sit and love.” He put his arm about her shoulders, and they passed into the gaunt embrace of the great tree. Gray moss, like the beads of patriarchs, hung from its branches and swayed in the breeze. “It’s like a Druid,” whispered Ashtoreth, and pressed against him. He held her closely and .ran his hand across her shoulders, In their satin jacket. “Give me your lips,” he whispered. "Just once.” And when he had kissed her he held her away, with his .angers gripping her arms so tightly that she winced. “That is all I want,” he said. His voice was stern, as if he were trying to convince himself that it was the truth. He even repeated it. And his mouth tightened at the corners. ‘‘“That is all I want, Orchid. Only your lips, dear. Your lips— -st once.” a a a ASHTORETH S heart was beating madly. Throbbing in the hollow of her throat, where Monty used to press his kisses. Her eyes were wide and frightened. But she smiled with her red V '*. And was, at once, filled with i r and rejoicing. Because she knew that Hollis Hart lied with his twisting, hungry mouth. "Go put some clothes on!” he told her harshly. His voice was very rough. But that was because he was trying to keep it even. She smiled again. And brushed his cheek with her lips. "Once more,” she whispered. She put her arms about his neck and drew his mouth to hers. His breath was hot on her face. And his blue eyes were flashing like Mona's. He bent fiercely and fastened his lips on hers. And she felt his teeth, hard and cruel. She tried, impotently, to shake her head. He hurt, when he kissed like that. As she struggled he drew away. “I never meant to kiss you like that,” he told her. "For days I’ve been steeling myself against this.” "Why?” she asked. He ground his heel into the soft ground. And put his feet apart and his hands in his pockets. "Why?” she repeated innocently. “My God!” he exclaimed. “Don’t you know why?” She shook her head helplessly. A strange breathlessness well within

wondering if it hasn’t some bearing on this case.” “What!” Bob was roused out of his lethargy of fatigue and worry “On Crystal’s disappearance?” Nils nodded. “Perhaps not, but I’d rather tell you. I was a few miles outside of Kansas City when a heavily loaded tourists’ car stopped me cm the road, with a question about a tourists’ camp near Kansas City. I gave them the information, for I’d just passed the camp a mile back, and was about to drive on when the man at the wheel, who seemed a sociable sort of chap, asked me where I was from. I told him from near Stanton, and he appealed to his wife with, ‘Now, ain’t that funny, Mother? That girl was from Stanton, too.’ More out of politeness than anything else I asked, ‘Which girl’?” “Oh, Nils!” Cherry gasped, her fingers gripping his arm with intense excitement. “Hurry!” “Keep still so I can hurry, imp!” Nils admonished her. "The tourist, who volunteered that his name was Plimpton and that he was from California, told a rather peculiar story about giving a girl a lift on the state highway just outside of Stanton Monday afternoon about 4 o’clock ” “Just the time Crystal must have disappeared!” Cherry cried. "Well,” Nils went on slowly, "it seems that he and his wife were just a little worried about her. “What they were worried about was that, although the girl had said she was going to St. Louis or Kansas City, she suddenly changed her mind and left their car soon after dark. And that isn’t all, I’m afraid,” Nils acknowledged quickly. _ (To Be Continued)

her, filling her body and her throat, so that her breath came in little strangled gasps. He looked at her steadily, until her face, crimsoned, and she dropped her eyes. “You know why,” he said. “Yes,” she whispered. “Then please,” he besought her, “go get dressed! ’ She laughed like a naughty child. "I Haven’t any clothes,” she reminded him. “They’re hanging on a hickory limb, or something. Hortense said so.”' u * * HORTENSE was a big, ebony laundress. Ashtoreth left her clothes each night on the floor as she stepped out of them. Some time before she woke, Hortense washed and ironed them. But this morning there was a shower, and Hortense had explained that little Missy must wait. Ashtoreth had no other clothes, and wore Hollis’ pajamas and dressing-gown through necessity. “I’ll put on your raincoat,” she offered, “if this boudoir scenery bothers you.” “You’d better,” he told her grim ly. “Saint Anthony himself couldn’t look at you in that outfit.” She secured her hibiscus firmly in the great coils of heavy hair that hugged her ears. And wound the silk gown about her hips. tt u HOLLIS appraised her critically. “If Mr. Ziegfeld could see you now,” he informed her, “there’d be a pajama brigade in the Follies. Tall, slim girls, with red flowers behind their ears.” She laughed delightedly. “I always wanted to go on the stage,” she confessed. “I suppose every girl does. I read a story once about a famous Follies queen, you know. It said that she was quite a poor girl who lived in Boston. “She was a bride and her husband wanted to have a picture of her in her wedding gown. But she was such a thrifty little thing she wouldn’t let him spend the money. She said they’d buy some linoleum for the kitchen, or some curtains for the bedroom. “But he coaxed her to a studio, and when she heard him tell the photographer that they wanted the very cheapest picture they could get, she consented to have one taken. “But when she wasn’t listening her husband told the man to finish a great big beautiful one. And it was such a perfectly lovely picture that the photographer asked her husband’s permission to submit it in some beauty contest. “Helen almost had a fit because it cost so much money. She didn’t feel any better when they told her she had won first prize either, because she was so furious with her husband for being extravagant. "You see, she was absolutely crazy about him and she didn’t care a bit about being famous, or a beauty, or anything of the sort. "But her husband was so proud that he persuaded her to go to New York to accept the prize. He took her to the station and kissed her good-by. And promised to watfer the plants and feed the cat, and everything. “And then, all of a sudden, Mr Ziegfeld, or someone, saw Helen. And they offered her a great big contract. And everybody started calling her the most beautiful girl in the world. ...” “And that, I suppose,” interrupted Hollis, “was the end of the poor, adoring husband?” "I guess it was,” agreed Ashtoreth. "But wliat I started to say was—wasn’t it just like a fairy tale? It was too bad, of course—walking out on a loving husband, but just the same ...” Hollis interrupted. “Imagine having a worshiped wife and losing her—to be glorified for all the other men in the world. Now if 1 should marry a beautiful girl—and another man admired her worshiped charms—do you know what I’d do?” Ashtoreth laughed. “No,” she said. “What would you do?” “Well.” . . . Hollis surveyed her appraisingly. Sunbeams played in her blue-black hair, making it glisten like a bird’s sleek wing. Fhe kept his dressing gown swathed about his lips, but the bvoad lapels had fallen back. And the soft curves of her lovely body showed tantalizingly through the soft satin of her pajama jacket (To Be Continued) Holt’s Hart, in the next chapter, proves to be a thrilling lover . . . and Ashtoreth is deliberately provocative. Whatever happens, it’s her own fault. NAB 200-GALLQN STILL Clinton Police Find Apparatus on Abandoned Truck. Bp Times Special CLINTON, Ind., Jan. B.—Police here are seeking the owner of a 200gallon liquor still wHich comprised the load of an abandoned truck found in an alley. Marion Bonacorst sent an emissary to police with a request to turn over the truck to him, claiming it was his property, but they refused pending further investigation. - The still is equipped with twelve burners and double condensers, a type usually used in making alcohol. Police say it appears to have been idle for a considerable length of time. Plan to Rebuild Theater Bp Times Special HAMMOND, Ind., Jan. B.—Holders of first mortgage bonds of the State theater, almost completely wrecked by bombing in 1926, announce plans to rebuild the structure with completion set for late this year. Falling Fireman Saved EVANSVILLE. Ind., Jan. B—Al Lehnard. city fireman, was saved from a fall while fighting a fire in a residence. He slipped and slid backwards down a slanting roof, but was stopped when one of his boots caught on a shingle just °s he was about to topple from the eave.

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