Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 204, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 January 1929 — Page 8

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THIS HAS HAPPENED ASHTORETH ASHE, determined little stenographer, has wrung a proposal of marriage from her wealthy employer. HOLLIS HART is said to be the most eligible bachelor In American. you can hardly blame Ashtoreth for being elated. Bhe Is a very beautiful girl, but poor as a church mouse, and infinitely removed from the charmed circles In which Hollis moves. He is old enough, perhaps, to be her father, but a rather handsome man, and loveable. He tells Ashtoreth that he loves her with all his heart, and gives her a little tender name—Orchid. Because, he says, she reminds him of the loveliest Sowers Ashtoreth loves him. too. At least, she thinks she does. Probably almost snv girl would love a handsome multimillionaire. who made love divinely, and adored the very ground she walked on. They have been together for a glorious week, in a little house on a mountainous island in the West Indies. The meeting was entirely accidental, but Ashtoreth—naturally—made the most of It. She was traveling at the time for her health Hart was taking one of his frequent cruises, and had stopped off at Dominica on his way to South America. Now they tje on their way back to Boston, returning on the cruise ship which Ashtoreth unceremoniously abandoned at Dominica as soon as she saw Hollis. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXm THEY sat on the deck at night, and talked about their wedding trip. “You’ve never been to Paris?” he asked. “I’ve never been anywhere,” she told him. “Paris! My goodness, Holly, stenographers don’t go to Paris.” He smiled at her fondly. “It will be very wonderful,” he said, “showing you the world, my dear. It would be so too bad to go honeymooning with a girl who’d been everywhere, and seen everything. “It’s going to be glorious taking you to my favorite haunts and shrines ... I know a little place in the country, where George Sand used to live—” “The country, Holly!” Ashtoreth Interrupted breathlessly. “My dear, you’ll never be able to lure me off the Rue de la Paix. I’ve been reading about that place all my life. About how the jewelers’ shops blaze like windows aflame. And liow you sit in the case on the corner, and watch the world stroll by. And the women are the loveliest an dthe smartest on earth. And ever/ little shop is so cram full of fashion and of elegance, that you’re simply dazzled with splendor.” “Baby!” he chided. “The Rue de la Paix isn’t in it with Fifth avenue. But wait until you see Notre Dame and Sainte Chapelle ” “What’s Sainte Chapelle?” she interrupted. “The loveliest chapel in the word,” he told her. “The most awesomely beautiful spot in Paris. Its windows are like gems. An ancient king built it to house his holy relices. From the IJoly Land he had brought a piece of the True Cross, and a nail that had pierced the sacred hand of Jesus. “And he commissioned the greatest artist in the word to raise a tabernacle worthy* of his hallowed treasures. And the great artist was inspired by God himself. And so he created Sainte Chapelle—for you and me and all the world to reverence.” nun ASHTORETH did not like to appear ignorant. “Oh, yes,” she said. “I remember now reading about it. And I saw the movie about Victor Hugo’s Notre Dame, so I know something about that, too.” Hollis smiled indulgently. “Wait until you see the Madonna of Notre Dame,” he said. “I don’t care much for Madonnas,” she confessed. “They’re so big, and they’ve such blandly holy expressions. I suppose it’s awfully irreverent to have such preference-'. But I’d lots rather see Josephine Baker.” “That” he, told her, “is because you’ve never seen the Holy Lady of Notre Dame. She’s my favorite girl, so you’d better like her. She’s a little bit of a thing, Orchid, and she doesn’t look particularly holy. “Asa matter of fact, she’s a young modem mother—and God knows

THE NEW Saint-Sinner ByyJnnejJustin

Three *unes Crystal Hathaway hpif* the little gold-handled dagger ®♦. ter breast. The first time the sharp point penetrated the thin silk of the brow? i dress she was wearing, and, pricked the white flesh over her heart. As the small, sharp pain shuddered along her nerves, she pulled the dagger out instinctively, with revulsion. It was a long time before she could bring herself to try again to do the thing she had resolved to do. Not that she wanted to live! Oh, no. no! She wanted to die, wanted complete oblivion as she had never craved any boon in her life. But—it hurt. Did she have strength enough to thrust the point of Pablo’s last present home into her desolated heart? Her brain commanded her hand to strike quickly and strongly, but the hand which brought the dagger to her breast again moved slowly, powerlessly. After the third attempt she gave it up. “If only it wouldn't hurt,’’ she moaned, ashamed of her lack of courage. “If I were at home, where there is gas— In ‘Fraulein Else’ the girl used veronal. A druggist gave me two veronal tablets ones, w hen I told him I could not sleep. “Maybe if I went to three different drug stores, each would let me have two tablets. Six ought to be enough. Fraulein Else used seven. You just go to sleep—no pain. No more heartache, ever—ever—Oh. Pablo!” After a long time she put the little dagger in her pocketbook, along with Pablo’s “Adios,’’ and looked again at her swollen, blotched face in her pocket mirror. She looked a sight. If Pablo could see her now he would not be sorry he had gone back to Mexico City and left her t* die of a broken heart. “He says he is heartbroken,” she told herself drearily, unconsciously . *

how many centuries old she is. A little slim thing, with tiny features. Holding her baby in a frightened sort of way, and not complacent at all, like the other Madonnas. Nobody knows who fashioned her, nor when. Nor where she came from.” Ashtoreth compromised. "Well, of course, well go and see her.” she agreed. “But you’ll take me to see Josephine Baker, too, won’t you, Holly? And I want to go to the Follies, and the Casino and Montmartre. And all the dressmakers. And every single blessed case in Paris.” She squeezed his hand ecstatically. “Oh, my goodness, dearest, I’m glad you’re rich! You don’t mind my being glad, do you?” “Not a bit,” he assured her. “Sometimes I’m glad myself.” “Well,” she said, “it’s certainly wonderful, the things money will do! I’d never have believed people could change like the women on this boat. “When I was with Mona, they snubbed me outrageously. Because Mona wasn't anybody. And I wasn’t anybody, either. And they felt a million times better than either of us. “But now! My dear, they’re simply falling over their fat selves, trying to make up. If I’m good enough for you, I’m good enough, it seems, for them. The old hypocrites! "Why, Holly, do you realize that I might be the most unmoral thing in the world. What do they know? I left the boat at Dominica, and was away for a who!" week. And I bet anything they’ve heard that I was at your house. But what do they care? “Just because you’ve got money, you can buy their good opinion of me. They don’t snub me, because they wouldn’t offend you. And I think the way they fawn is perfectly sickening! They’d give anything in the world to be friendly with you. Why, darling, they’ll even swallow me!” * n n HER vehemence amused him. . “It is pretty raw,” he admitted. “But what do we care, Orchid?” “Oh, I don't care,” she retorted airily. “It just makes me sick, thats all.” “The Dunks want to have a dinner party for us tonight,” he told her. Ashtoreth sputtered wrathfully. “I hope,” she declared, “you told them to go to the devil.” “Well, not exactly,” he admitted. “It was Mrs. Dunks, you see, who asked me. But I sort of implied something of the sort. I told them we had another engagement.” She giggled happily. “And we’ll sit right beside them,” she cried, “all by ourselves!” “Exactly,” he agreed. “The Simpsons asked this morning if we were engaged,” she told him. “I informed them that our relations were an entirely personal matter.” “You did?” he chuckled. “And what do you suppose they’re going to say now? You shouldn’t talk that way, darling. I shan’t have my V- maid defamed. But if she’s a ish little girl, and talks absurdities, I don’t know what I can do about it.” - - “Oh, it’s all right,” she said. “They purred and smirked, and said they thought it was simply too romantic for words.” "Mrs. Harvey announced this morning that she thought you were a perfectly charming young lady,” he told her. “ ‘So poised,’ 6he said, ‘and such a lovely manner.’ ” "Holly! She didn’t?” Ashtoreth leaned forward to look into his face. “Honestly? Did she, dear?” “Honestly,” he affirmed. “And that’s the woman,” declared Ashtoreth, "who told Jack Smythe that she could tell an adventuress every time, and if I wasn't a bold hussy, she never saw one!” “The big slob!” he observed. “Well, darling, that’s the sort she

trying to arouse grief which was lying dormant for the moment from exhaustion. “But he can not be as unhappy as I am. He did not kill himself, as I shall do. No! He went back to Mexico. He’ll marry Lucita.” It was after 2 o'clock if her wrist watch was right—and it seemed incredible that it could be, for she had no clear memory of how she had passed the first of those hideous hours—when Crystal stepped out of the bit of woods which had belonged, by divine right of love, to herself and Pablo. Two days later half the passengers of the interurban car which carried her back to Stanton were to tell of the girl who had sat in a daze, forgetting to pay her fare until twice reminded by the conductor, letting her station go past unheeded, rousing herself with a start of terror when she realized where she was. . . . But at the time Crystal was unaware that she was observed. She had no plan beyond suicide, which must be accomplished as speedily and painlessly as possible. With a nebulous memory of Faith’s saying that she was to play bridge that afternoon at a neighbor’s, Crystal dared go to the Hathaway home. There was some idea in her head of arraying herself fittingly for death. The underclothes she was wearing were only third-best. There was the white silk and lace “combination" which Tony had given her for her birthday. Her fear that she would have to explain her presence to Beulah, Faith’s colored cook, was dissolved oy the sight of the big black wunan leisurely wheeling little Robin Hathaway dowm Serenity boulevard toward the neighborhood park. She waited until Beulah had turned a corner, then hurried toward the house which had been a home to her for the last four .months. (To Be Continued.) 1 \

is. Lots of people exactly like her. Money's all that counts in their rotten little world.” K * * "vtO,' 1 she demurred. “It isn’t ■4 N just money. It it was, they’d have noticed Mona. She had gorgeous clothes and jewels and things. But she only rated their contempt. Family has something to do with it, Holly. “Tradition and background, and all that sort of thing. Now, if you were noveau riche, they’d snub you, too—for taking up with me, I mean. But you’re Hollis Hart from Boston. You’ve generations behind you of the sort of thing they worship. “You can do no wrong. Because you come from one of the best families in America. Because you’re one of the biggest financiers in the country. Because you’re handsome, and well bred—and, rolling in the dlthy lucre they pretend to despise. “They’d give anything in the world if they could feel superior to you. But, my dear, you’ve everything they’ve got, and so much more, that there’s nothing they can do but lick your boots. “You’ve been everywhere that they’ve been—and everywhere else besides. They can’t criticise your manners, nor your clothes, nor your education. They can’t show you up on a single 'thing—and so, my dear, they must kowtow. “You’re the biggest, richest, most important man they ever had a chance to know, /aid they’d toady to me, if they could, in order to impress themselves on you. Oh, I know.” Hollis patted her hand under the steamer rug. “Little Bolshevist,” he called her. “But tell me, dear, is this mam Smythe the novelist who put Mona in a book? I heard them talking in the bar about Pariah-Girl. Wasn’t that the name of it?” “Yes,” she said. “And what do you bet, Holly, he doesn’t put you and ma in his next novel? Adventurous stenographers and handsome millionaires make the nicest plots!” “Well,” he smiled, “we’ve lived a perfect beginning—you and I—for any old novel. I wonder what the next chapter will Tbe.”' “The wedding,” he supplemented. “That’s right,” he agreed. “Novels today always begin with the marriage, don’t they? You know that’s the way they used to end—and then they lived happily ever after. “But modem novelists have sensed that the plot is only just beginning there. The drama and the tragedy these days follow the marriage.. And it’s very, very seldom that anybody lives happily ever after.” u tt ft SHE pressed his hand warmly. “But we will!” she cried. “We’ll be different, won’t we, Holly?” “Os course we will,” he told her. “We are different, aren’t we, dear?” “Oh, my goodness, yes!” she exclaimed. “Just as different as can be.” Hollis smiled at the vise old moon. And the wise old moon twinkled back again. Probably that was because the moon had heard so many lovers make the same protestations. “Let’s talk some more about our wedding trip,” she suggested, and snuggled cozily against his shoulder. “We might go around the world,” he proposed, “and stop off at the places we liked.” “For how long?” she asked. “Oh, a month, or a year, or forever.” She shivered delightfully. “Oh, Holly, isn’t it just too wonderfulbeing rich!” “You’d like Africa,” he told her. “And the Garden of Allah, where roses and jasmine grow in the desert.” “Oh, I saw the movie!” she exclaimed. “Is it like that?” “It’s lovelier,” he pronounced solemnly. “You can’t see the colors on the screen. Sunset, and moonlight, and the dawning. .. . You’ll love the bazars, too, Orchid. And I’ll buy you all the eastern jewelry and perfumes in Constantinople.” “Have you been to Turkey, too?” she asked. “I heard a Turkish lady lecture once '.n Boston. Madame Halide Edib. She told all about the narems—but, my goodness, I never dreamed I couid see the heavenly things she talked about. The mosques and minarets, and the beauty of old Stamboul.” “I had a strange adventure there,” he told her. “The Arabs, you know, are a strangely emotional race. Well, I heard a group of dark-skinned sons of the dqsert talking once in a Turkish coffee' house. “There was an Anatolian girl dancing for them. A seductive creature. And the Arabs, intoxicated by. her beauty, asked her to die. Mad with the loveliness of her voice and person, they declared they could not bear the idea of so much perfection existing on earth.” Ashtoreth shivered. “Were they drunk?” she asked. “Oh. no—qflite sober” he said. "Emotional—that’s all. The world, my love, is full of the strangest people.” “And we’re going to see them all!” she cried. “Oh, Holly, I’m thrilled to death!” A cabin boy came hurrying down th° deck. “Wireless for Miss Ashe,” he said, and handed her t white envelope. (To Be Continued) Had you foi gotten about Monte English. Ashtor sth’s boy friend from Boston? (To te.l the truth, she had almost forgot n him terse If.) There’ll be more about him in the next chapter. Old Church Celebrates Bu Timet Special PETERSBURG, Ind., Jan. 14. The Petersburg church dedicated its remodeled building and celebrated the eighty-iifth anniversary of its founding Sunday. It is one of the oldest churches in Tipton county. Church to Cost $20,000 By Timet Special ALEXANDRIA. Ind., Jan. 14Plans for a $20,000 building have approved by the Church of God congregation, to replace a structure recently destroyed by fire.

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