The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-11-18

soaltion because of them. But, of
course, Yvonne had not been serious
1t was just manner Of talk; the
small talk she would have to learn.
All of these things flashed through
the girls agile mind while the tiny
gold elevator lifted from the first
floor to the third. When the car
had stopped, and the maid had slid
open the narrow grilled door and
stepped out, Joanna had dispersed
her doubts with a determined wave
of confidence. The arrogance came
back into her eyes and to her lips.
"She'd get on, or she'd take an aw-
full wallop trying"
1t was difficult for miss Twenty
Seven" to understand, for time,
that the exquisite miniature drawing
room, rose shaded and satin hung
with, windows looking down upon an
open garden, was too be exclusively
hers. With John, through such eve
in with him, she had planned, or,
rather, listened to him plan, the
house that he would some day build
for themselves. They had endowed
this dream house with many idle
fancies, but in her vision there had
been no such splendors as the Tit
tie" room, with it's rose bedroom and
canopied bed beyond the softly
draped doors, which Yvonne had
prepared for her. And Yvonne was
saying:
"You will want your own maid,
Of course. But I haven't engaged
one. You will want to engage her
yourself. 1 fancy Walker can send
you a collection Of them-he has a
way of producing them when they're
needed. I shall advise a French girl,
or an English one. The first will
be more skilfull, the other more
loyal"
You'll have to tell me what to do
with maid" she explained. Then
something like a phantom of tears
lowered suddenly in the deep brown
eyes. "You know, feel terribly
alone" she said, land terribly afraio
of myself, 1 mean"
VONNE swept the girls face
~ with a quick glance. She
9 spoke quietly to the maio
who f1uttered about the room. The
maid went out, closing the door be.
hind her. To Joanna Yvonne said:
Come and sit down." She indicated
the divan beside her. "If you'd like
one there's cigarets in the box on
the tabouret. think I'll have one
too" Before she spoke again she
drew contemplative puff and
allowed the smoke to curl slowly
from her lips. Joanna watched her
silently. Her first words were alb
rupt.
There are great many people
who enjoy themselves talking about
me-" she said. ''And some of them
take an especial delight in talking
in whispers. What do you know
of me?"
These were tactics that would not
ulSCOIlCcIL JOttIlIlet. OllO wac wv
accustomed to making sudden at
tacks herself, or defending them.
only what everybody knows" she
replied, frankly. 1--WE read about
you, you know, and your pictures
always are in the newspapers. I've
thought more of you than I ever did
of motion picture star, and that's
lot"
"Why?"
This was more difficult. The girl
hesitated, faltered. Again Yvonne's
voice, clear, bell-like, clipped the one
word.
"Why?"
II think" Joanna ventured, "it's
because you make people talk about
you. Wherever you go, and what
ever you do, people talk about it. It's
being famous and, besides, being ia
nous yourself, not for what you do.
And you have such a wonderful
round of pleasures"
Yvonne contemplated ner cigaret
again, following the lazy drifting of
it's wrath of smoke. mo" she said,
that is not the reason you have been
interested in me; and it is not the
reason you were so willing to come
to me, when invited you" A smile
suddenly played at her mouth and
she nodded at the girl on the divan
beside her. rs it?" she insisted.
Joanna smiled back at her. mo, I
don't think it is, altogether" she
creed brightly, "but that is as close
as 1 can put it into words. You see,
all my life, that is, since I've been
alone, and making my own way, I've
had to fight hard to keep up with
the crowd. I've wanted things that
cost money, and I've wanted things
that you can't have, or enjoy, when
you're skimped. The things you
need to make a show. The best 1
could ever do was owe somebody in
stallments on a dress or a wrap or
my shoes, AMI keep my eyes open for
runs in my stockings. I've looked
all right, and I've laughed a lot, but
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