The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1924-08-09

LETTER FROM SALLY ATHER
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But there's some more mixup
about it that don't just understand,
and his highness, Gentleman Jack,
imagines he has been very much
abused He's such boy, Bee, that
I can't help liking him, although all
the while 1 feel like boxing his ears.
He ought to have a woman like me
to tell him where he would get off. I
rather imagine that friend of his,
who was here at the wedding, Sgd
ney Carton, does this very often.
BY the way, Mr.. Sydney didn't
care for me bit. He seemed to feel
that / was vamping poor little Jackie
boy Oh, well, one more person who
doesn't care for me doesn't matter
much. l presume l am a woman
with the greatest number of haters
in her train that any one knows,
and rather like them. They amuse
me.
Yesterday at luncheon I went to
a rather smart place that is much
patronized by society women. AS
usual, l got a table that was right
in the middle of a lot of cacklers.
They, one and all, were talking
about Mr.. Prescott and his going on
with that moving picture actress,
Paula Perier. 1t seems he had had
some sort of affair with her before
he was married, and they seemed to
| think it was perfectly terrible that
he should stay here and escort Paula
Perier at your wedding when his
wife had gone to her sick father.
OF course. I being one of that kind
of people who never think like any
one else, was rather tickled at the
whole affair. l could just under
stand how that pretty little French
woman enjoyed coming back here
where it seems she had been pill
| loried by all the society women in
town, and politely. although meta.
phorically, telling them to go to.
I don't think it would hurt Les.
lie very much. She has a, sense OF
humor. Between you and me, i'm
agine that she and Mrs. Prescott have
had a row, and that her fathers i'll
ness came as a providential inter
ruption to what might have been a
quite serious quarrel. AS 1t is,
am sure they have not made up
for Mr.. Prescott has not dictated
any letters to his wife.
Don't looked shocked-the modern
man always dictates his letters to
his wife.
Leslies friend, Ruth Ellington,
too. is out of the city. 1 heard one
of these women that l was telling
you about say to another that she
had gone to New York to meet per.
haps the most eligible man that had
ever been in Albany. She is going
to marry millions, my dear.
She's another one Of the people
who seem to think that I am going
| to vamp poor Mr.. Prescott. If all
these people don't stop wishing ii
on me, perhaps I'll have to do it.
The power of thought. you know,
Beetle power of thought.
Mr.. Prescott is wandering around
this office like a lost soul If we
could only make a man understand
! how dependent he is upon his wife
after he has lived with her for a few
years, l think we wouldn't have as
many divorces.
Well. guess I've written you
enough to make you worry about
me and my ideas. Every time l
write you, Bee, I wonder why you
love me. Don't you stop it, dear,
for all the friends you have in the
world. l would be the best.
SALLY.
Copyright, 1924, NEA Service, Inc.)
NEXT: Letter from John Alden
Prescott to Sydney Carton