The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-11-14


her a curious picture Of a wastre
but picture she classified as of
romantic idler in a colorful domain
A bachelor lodge at Palm Beach
where he was host to that company
of women whose husbands labor al
home for the money with which
their wives blossom gorgeously and
ecklessly-beneath the Florida
palms, and make their plays at Bal
ley's, Americas great gambling
rooms; wooer of debutantes whose
names shone golden in the purlieus
of society, and the amused dabbler
among the studio moths of New
Works Greenwich Village; a sports
man in England, where he hunted,
occasionally, with the hounds Of
country lord, and beau-gallant pa
iron Of all the beauty and the bizarre
hat is France.
"a woman need never fear Of be-
ing seen with our Roddy in attend
ance upon her. Brandon added to
[ his general description. "His affairs
| are so many no one keeps track Of
| them or becomes interested in a new
one. He adds just the proper per-
spective to any young woman's back
ground, for to be admired by Roddy
is a cachet of extremely romantic
| worthiness.
But his business--doesn't he re-
ally do anything?" Joanna wanted
to know.
Hes of a family, you know. In
herited money. 1 believe he would
explain that it is the duty Of heirs
who can to help those of the gener-
alton who can't to pay the price
of their pleasures. That keeps him
moderately busy. He is particularly
fond of youth-young youth, such as
yours, or seasoned youth, such as
,Evonnes. If you are Of the mind
TO be amused you will find Roddy
lost amiable."
GAMMA thought Brandon was
challenging her, but he gave
no sign of it. She pondered
a. minute. the miracle Of that
cryptic declaration of Kenilworth's
at the edge of the dance floor, Il
shall play for you, too!' spoken to
her, Joanna, by one who was unlm-
pressed even by such exquisite wom-
en- as-Yvonne, for example
A tempest Of exhilaration surged
within her. In a flash the realiza-
ton that had SO far eluded her, of
what had been spread before her
by her mysterious money, echoed
across her brain. Her heart, which
had never lost its uneasiness since
her first summons to Glaydons Of
flee, became suddenly buoyant.
Something in which she was the
stake-that was what Kenilworth
had called twas going on about
her. but whatevere it's portents, IL
already had brought to her two men
with quiet, suave promise that they
would lay siege to her, that they
would sue for the favors Of her! And
these men-not the dancing boys,
"as light in their heads as they try
to be on their feet" she had de-
scribed them to Graydon, but men
Of the world, of the world where
Jewels were real where gaiety was
genuine, where romance need not be
married by the sordidness of constant
make-believe! The world that was
without the restraints of meager-
ness.
And Yvonne?" she suddenly
asked Brandon. IT wonder If ever l
shall be like her?"
Brandon's question came quickly.
Afterwards Joanna remembered this,
and that it reminded her of Eggle-
ston's quickness to ask her What
else?" when she promised to buy
something else than dancing pumps.
do you want to be like Yvonne?"
was what Brandon asked.
II think there is no girl 1 know
who would not give her soul--al-
most-to be like her." Joanna re-
piled, so softly, an dsuddenly wistful,
that Brandon knew she was, indeed,
echoing a deep yearning. You see,"
she went on, 'she is the model we
must have all the good things of
life that we try to get little tastes
Of. 1 don't know just how to say
what I mean, but I know that the
store had a copy of one of Yvonne
Coutant's dresses, one time, and
that I spoiled four yards of two dol
lar silk trying to initiate it. But l
couldn't do it. I didn't know how.
And even the store dressmakers
couldn't get the right hang to it.
They couldn't know how. either"
And you think Yvonne knows
how-how to be what you have
wanted to be2'
THAT is it! I hadn't reasoned it
out. before, but I know that's it. She
must know how. or she wouldn't be
making the best of life."
f~ FIE ghost of a smile that gave
cynical expression to Bran
- don's face, came to the curve
Of his lips. For a moment he
watched the girl, watched her eyes
leaping about the room, watched
them when they rested on Yvonne
when she traced her aAlong the
dancers, and when they lowered
about Kenilworth. Then he MUIR
INJURED:
"A good many people in )the world
would have different analysis Of
Yvonne Coutant's recipe for what
you term making the best of her
life. Some would pass different
judgment than she knows how"