Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 205, Indianapolis, Marion County, 15 January 1929 — Page 8

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THIS BAS HAPPENED ASHTORETH ASHE, sitting on deck Tvith her fiance, the rich and famous HOLIJB HART. receives a wireless from MONTY ENGLISH, her boy friend from Boston. Ashtoreth baa Just gotten herself engaged to Hollis, who is. without doubt, the most eligible bachelor in America. Before they met at Dominica (a little island in the West Indies) Ashtoreth had worked for Mr. Hart In his Boston o (Tice. Taking dictation, and poudlng a typewriter. A rather humble, but exceedingly beautiful young stenographer She was cruising through the Indies, following a severe illness, when, quite by accident, she met Mr. Hart again. From that moment. Ashtoreth made the most of her opportunities. Hollis made iove. and thrilled her to death. But it took a regular hurricane to make him actually propose. For a whole day. and half a night, they were alone In a little house on the mountain, while the storm raged and howled. They are on their way home now, and planning to be married in Boston. Sometimes Ashtoreth thinks of SADIE MORTON, a friend of her childhood, who tried to blackmail Mr. Hart, and did. actually, succeed in separating him from SII,OOO. Bhe thinks, too. of MAIZIE, her dear, commonplace mother. And of MONTY ENGLISH, who used to be her sweetheart. But Ashtoreth can usually dismiss unpleasant memories. She is planning her honeymoon with Hollis, when a cabin boy delivers a wireless. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXXIV [T was a message from Monty English: WAITING AT THE DOCK UNLESS YOU RADIO NO BRIMMING WITH LOVE AND DEVOTION She handed it to Hollis. “Monty English is an old friend of mine,” she explained. “He’s a darling boy, and I know you’d like him. But I don’t think we want him waiting at the dock, do we, Holly?” Hollis was very reasonable about It. “Probably you'd like to see him,” he hazarded. “You mustn’t think I’m a jealous old wretch, Orchid. Is he a particular friend, dear?” She hesitated. And remembered how Monty had kissed her before he went away, and al lthe things he saidAnd the flowers he sent to the boat when she sailed, with the little note buried in their blossoms. “Why, yes,” she said honestly. “He is a very particular friend. That is, he used to be rather In love with me. So probably it would be just as well is he didn’t meet us.” “Just as you wish,” Hollis acquiesced. “But I can’t just tell him ‘No,’” she reasoned. “That would be awfully mean.” Hollis agreed that the matter called for some explanation. “But it costs so much!” she moaned. “If I’m nice and tactful, and save poor Monty’s feelings, it will cost about $50.” “Well, a friend’s feelings ought to be worth that much,” smiled Hollis. Ashtoreth flushed. “Oh, Holly, you don’t understand!” He put his hand quickly in his pocket. “Please.” he said, “let me pay for Monty’s wireless. That’s the least I can do. Go in the writing-room, dear, and get a message ready. Tell him whatever you choose, and don’t you dare to save any money on it.” n u n SHTORETH looked perplexed. jL x “I don’t like to tell him about you,” she admitted, “or that I’m engaged. Because I think mother ought to know first. Besides, it would seem rather wretched, announcing it like that.” ‘lt might be a mistake,” agreed Hdlis. “Even confidential messages have a way of becoming public property. “I shouldn’t mention my name, If I were you. We don’t want to be met down the harbor by a lot of reporters and photographers.” Ashtoreth looked startled. “I keep forgetting,” she declared, “what a famous man you are. Why, I suppose it’s going to be like Gene Tunney’s engagement! You know they say ‘Holly, you’re the most eligible bachelor in America. Holly!” She clutched his arm in terror. “They won’t chase me around like Polly Lauder, will they?” “I’m afraid,” he admitted, “that there will be a little excitement. It's absurd, of course, the news value that the press places on the private affairs of individuals/ But I don’t know what we can do about it.” “You’re lots more famous than Gene Tunney!” she moaned. “Oh, no,” he protested. “Mr. Tunney was a world champion, and a unique one, at that. An erudite boxer. And a handsome Hercules,

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If Beulah, the colored cook, had returned to the Hathaway home with littlfe Robin half an hour sooner than she did, she might have had startling news to report to Faith, and later to the police. For she would have smelled a strong odor of gas in her immaculate kitchen, and the deduction would inevitably have been made that Crystal Hathaway had tried that route to suicide, but had lost her courage. And the deduction would have been correct. Crystal bathed huriedlv. powdered her body with expensive lavender-scented talcum, touched her flesh here and there vith wondering fingers—how different it would feel when cold and stiff in death!—and dressed herself in her best garments; the lovely little white silk and lace “combination” vhlch Tony had sent her for her birthday in August and which she had not worn yet; new, very sheer silver silk stockings; her silver slippers, which she had polished after ibeir last wearing; her only white •iress—an evening frock of ivory taffeta embroidered with cornflowers, which Tony had given her because Crystal’s eyes had looked at it so enviously. Crystal tiptoed about the beautifully neat kitchen, closing the window and the doors, remembering even the little window/ in the pantry. Then, feeling as if she were in a nightmare from which she would awake soon, Crystal turned on a cock of the gas range, stepping backward hastily as the first wave,

besides. A self-made man marrying a society heiress and crashing the gates of the elite.” "But you’re a millionaire,” she wailed, “and I’m a poor little stenographer.” “Well,” he admitted ruefully, “the tabloids will have their fun with us, I suppose. You’ll be Beauty, and I’U be the Beast. I’ve no doubt they’ll smear us over their front pages.” “Oh, no,” she protested, “it won’t be like that. I’ll be the gold-dig-ging, scheming stenog who trailed ler millionaire boss, and did her stuff under a tropical moon. I’ll be Cinderella, turned vamp.” tt tt tt HE laughed at her misgivings, “Then we won’t tell any one,” he proposed. “Send your Monty a kind, white lie. And we won’t tell anybody until after we’re married.” “You don’t mind?” she asked. “You don’t care, if we keep it a secret?” “Asa matter of fact,” he said, “I think it’s a very good idea.” . , . He was thinking of his aunts, and the tremendous concern they would surely feel. Ashtoreth breathed a sigh of relief. “I’ll be discreet,” she promised, ‘as can be.” Then she went into the writingroom, and scribbled a wireless to Monty. It cost Hollis $34, and it never occurred to either of them that Monty would wonder where Ashtoreth had acquired that much money. She signed it “Love, Ashtoreth,” and felt a little guilty as she read the message over. “But I’ll explain everything by and by,” she reasoned. “And the most important thing now is to keep Monty out of the way. There’ll be time enough later for explanations. “I simply can’t afford to take a chance of letting people know about things. Heavens, I’d be mobbed like that Washington girl who married the man from India! It’s just dreadful, the way- the newspapers chase people!” nun HOLLIS apparently shared her dread of publicity. When they reached New York, they went to different hotels. Ashtoreth took a tain for Boston. And Hollis flew over by air mail. “I’ll go to see you immediately,” he promised. But Ashtoreth thought she had better prepare Maizie for the initial meeting. “No,” she instructed him. “Let me telephone you at the club, and make an appointment. I’ll see you the very minute I can. But I can’t tell who may be at the flat, or whether or not we’d have a moment’s privacy. Besides, I want to break the news to mother.” “Will she be upset?” he asked. “Not when she knows how happy I am.” She leaned, and kissed him swiftly in the taxi that was bearing them uptown. “Are you happy, Holly?” Her eyes were gleaming like stars, and her skin was pale, and soft as the petals of the pure white orchids she wore. He thought he had never before seen a woman so beautiful and altogether desirable. “I’ll never be quite happy,” he whispered, “until you’ve married me. I shan’t dare be sure of you until then, Orchid.” They drove for an hour through Central park, and he held her in his arms, and kissed her as though he could never let her go. They lunched at the Ritz. And, afterward, Ashtoreth took an afternoon train for Boston. Hollis would leave later by plane. n n it ASHTORETH had telephoned her mother from New York, and Maizie was at the South Station to meet her. Ashtoreth saw her first, waiting outside the gates. The happiest woman in sight. She was wearing her best clothes —the purple velvet ensemble. A little shabby now, and pulling at the seams. Her face was flushed, and wreathed in a broad smile. Ashtoreth, trailing a porter and wearing orchids, came down the platform like Queen Marie of Rumania, with her head high and a sort of regal way about her. Maizie’s heart beat throbbingly.

of the nauseating odor rose to her nostrils. She almost fell against the kitchen table as she flung herself into the little white painted chair. It would be easy . . . All she had to do was to close her eyes and think of Pablo, who was lost to her forever. But as the gas rose from the stove and crawled toward her through the close air, poisoning it, she found she could not think of Pablo. For a sudden thought crashed through her already stupefied brain: where was she going? Where? Where? In ten minutes, fifteen, half an hour, where would Crystal Hathaway be? Why, there would be no Crystal Hathaway! But of course there would be—somewhere, somehow! How could there be a world in which no Crystal Hathaway existed? Why, she was the only thing in the universe of which she was absolutely sure! She was the world! If she left the gas on, a world would be wiped out—“ Crystal never knew how she reached the stove, for she was halfblind. But somehow she pressed upon the little porcelain handle, and that vile, sickening stiff! was ! ocked back in its place. Back in her room, Crystal lay on her bed for a few minutes, panting. Teeing familiar objects swirling about her in a mad whirlpool. If she did not have the courage to die. she at least would have the courage to flee from everything that wuld remind her of her own failures and of her loss. To Be Continued.

Foolish tears flowed down her powdered cheeks. And, because she could not stop them, Ashtoreth came toward her through a sort of mist, like a vision of loveliness. Public exhibitions of affection are very vulgar—Ashtoreth always said so. But Maizie couldn’t help it. She threw her arms about her daughter, and cried with joy and pride, kissing her loudly. And Ashtoreth did not mind. She cried a little herself, surprisingly. And folded her shabby mother in her slim, cool arms. Then she told the porter to call a taxi. When they reached the street, she gave him a dollar. (Hollis had slipped any number of bills in her bag.) And, settling herself in the cab, kissed her mother all over again. There was something about Ashtoreth that made Maizie believe in the goodness of God. To be sure, God had taken Joe away. And had sent poverty, and any number of other things, besides. But—above all—God had given a beautiful daughter to Maizie. And for that especially blessing, she thanked him each night on her knees, that were getting stiff and a bit rheumatic. “Oh, Lamb!” she cried. “It’s grand, having you home again!” “Did you miss me, mother?” “It was like having the light go out of my life.” Maizie threw a plump arm about Astoreth’s shoulder, and drew her close In a convulsive hug. “Mother never knew how much she loved her baby,” she declared solemnly. n n n “T TOW did the work go, mother?” “Lovely, _dear. Just lovely. But my lady got feeling better last week, and so she let me go. I was just as glad. “I got the flat all fixed up nice and clean, and did some cooking. Brownies, Ashtoreth! And an apple pie. And we’re going to have chocolate pudding with whipped cream for dessert.” “Mmm! You’re so good to me, Mumsie.” ushtoreth pressed gratefully against her mother. “And now, darling, I’m going to begin doing the nicest things for you.” Maizie smiled beatifically. “You’re always doing nice things for me, honey. . . . Did you have a beautiful time, baby lamb?” “Oh, beautiful, mother! I don’t know how to begin telling you. You’ll be so surprised!” “Speaking of surprises—” Maizie fumbled in her velvet bag. “I bad a wire just as I was leaving from Monty. What do you think that boy’s doing? You’d never guess. He’s flying to Boston, to see you, Ashtoreth! * “In a flying machine, from New York. \ never was so flabbergasted! You could of just about knocked me over with a feather, when the Western Union boy came up to the flat. I was in the hall, and—” “Mother!” Ashtoreth clutched the yellow envelope. “Not tonight? Let me see!” Sire read it helplessly: “Arriving by plane. Must see Ashtoreth immediately. Monty English.” Maize was peering over hexshoulder. “I guess he means tonight all right, dearie,” she said. “Ain't you glad? I should think you’d be .real glad to see Monty—a nice boy like him, Ashtoreth.” “Well, I’m not!” Ashtoreth drew away petulantly. “I sent him a wireless from the boat, telling him not to meet me. I should think he’d know enough to leave me alone after that.” “But, Ashtoreth honey why you got to be so mean to Monty?” “Oh, mother! You dont understand!”

A SHTORETH twisted her fingers -lV nervously. She wondered about airplane service. Hollis had said something about trying to get over on the air mail. She wondered if there would be room fcr two passengers. If, perhaps, he and Monty were flying together. What a hateful coincidence that wou'd be! “I thought you’d be so pleased,” Maizie was saying. “I’ve got another little surprise—and I was sort of counting on Monty’s coming to take the curse off this other surprise. I’m afraid you won’t be much pleased, Ashtoreth, but I didn’t know what I could do. It wasn’t as if—” “For goodness sake, mother, what is it?” Ashtoreth’s voice was sharp and angry. “Well.” Maizie tried to bluster a little, defiantly. “Sadie’s staying with us for a while. Poor girl—she didn’t have no place to go.” “Sadie! Oh, my God!” (To be continued) Sadie is always bad news. Worse and more of it, in the next chapter. LOCAL STUDENT CAST FOR I. U. PLAY ROLES “Campus Affairs” to Be Offered First Time* Wednesday Night. Bfi Times Special BLOOMINGTON, Ind., Jan. 15. “Campus Affairs,” all-school revue of Indiana university, will be presented for the first time here Wednesday and repeated Thursday. Directors of the production are Carl Winter, 3922 Park avenue, Indianapolis, and Fred Smith, Angola. It is being presented under auspices of the Garrick Club. A band which is a part of the show includes three Indianapolis students and six others are in the cast. The band members are Charles Dant, 1438 South Talbott street; Frank Dallman, 1641 South Dallman street, and Kenneth Porter, 2046 Central avenue. One of the leading roles is held by Leonard Riley, 2626 North Alabama street. Indianapolis chorus members are Jean Miller. 2805 Ruckle street; Virginia Metz, 3846 Kenwood avenue; Robert Pebworth, 2123 North Talbott street; Dorothy Ann Rucker, 31 East Thirty-sixth street, and i Bernard Goodman, 2018 West Michigan street.

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