Indiana daily times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1914-1922, 1921-09-17
CHAPTER XLVIF.
Hare GiUen Up Ny Lodgings

She went back to her room and began
70 gather up the few little things whlch
really belonged to her. The little oooh
Of poems which had been found wheh
bar mother died. one of the chrysanthe'
NUNS which she had been carrying one
day when she met Peter, some keepsakes
which she had had slnce~the days When
sha lived with Josh Wheeler; they were
pitifuIIv few, yet to Ninette they meant
far more than the gorgeous diamonds
which her father had given her
The Jewels she laid in their leather
case. which she placed in the drawer OF
her dressing table.
"perbsns Mrs. Crawford will sell them
and take the money for this last month
that 7 have been here. instead OF letting
Potter nav for IT," she reflected, little
hitterlv as she closed the drawer ana
dropped the key into cloisoune vase on
the dresser. She stood for long time
staring at herself in the mirror with un-
seeing eyes.
No money in the woodworking And
the daughter of a man who had taken
his own life in order TO escape from the
dishonorable actions he had done. What
record, She began to laugh helplessly'
but its hoarse sound in the silent room
frightened her, and she put her hands
over the lips with a quick little gesture
Of repression.
What couId/she do now? Where could
she go? Looking back on the past years.
1t seemed that she had always been
searching for a home, for some one who
wanted her. and never finding them
For Wild moment her thoughts turned
to Arthur Delay. He cared for her even
II his love was a dishonor. Why not go
to him? For an instant she was tempt
ed. then she put the thought from Der.
He was nothing to her. Such step
would not have the sanctity Of love At
the thought of Peter the hot tears start
ed into her eyes, but she blinked them
away resolutely. 1t was not safe to
think Of Peter now
She picked mp her travelling bag and
turned toward the door, then paused n
moment for one last glance at the room
where she had communed with happiness
a little while
The chaise lounge. with its delicate silk
cushions; the low, wide bed, gay with
garlands of painted flowers: the little
desk-her throat choked with sobs as
she babe them all good-by. She had
dreamed Of such Il room in the days when
she and Josh Wheeler had lived in their
plain, unattractlve lodgings. Now, bav-
ing had such a room, she was leaving II
forever.
She closed the door softly behind her
and stole downstairs. From the dining
room came the sound Of clinking silver
and the murmur OF low-voieed converse
ton. Quite evidently dinner was In
progress; she would be safe in slipping
away now.
Nobody was about; nobody saw her
open the side door which led into the
garden and close It softly behind her
It was raining little, and an east
wind was blowing. lashing the cold drops
into her face as she hurried across the
garden and out into the road, Automo-
biles few past her through the twilight
she caught glimpses of more fortunate
girls, wrapped in evening cleaks Of gold
cloth and fur and satin. Ninette sighed
little. as she stood there in the rain
wondering which may to turn.
It was not for the luxury of their lives
that she had asked of late-the hum
blest home would have done-a cottage
in a little garden, with love clarifying
the simple rooms-that would have been