The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-11-13
BY. III. l.. Gates
anna Meets Another SuitOr

F--0 N the sudden cascade Oh small
talk with which the newcom-
ers were settled into their
places at the table by two walters,
each more excitable than the other,
Joanna was vaguely uncomfortable
out of her accustomed depths. Her
store of smart things seemed utterly
inadequate 10 the easy greetings and
persiflage.
Within her own experiences, in
troductory conversations took one
or the other of two set courses--her-
self, or himself She was never
concerned with other women
whether they liked her or not. Not
the one who came and went across
her horizon. They were all like her.
merely rivals, equipped as she was,
with the common weapons or our
modern flapperhood-lips always
shaped for kisses, a ready wisdom
that guarded those lips when occa'
sions arose, clothes that added TO
the lure of her and skill at de-
tense or attack.
In Joanna's scheme of things any
girl, these days, must be ready IN
stantly to take the defense or launch
an attack-one or the other was GER
tain to be- necessary. She ana
George got along splendidly in the
induction of all new acquaintance
ships among the available supply OF
properly hammered, good-enough-
looking young chaps with new places
to go She considered now, When
she stole a glance at the man VINO
had come up with the woman with
the sleek. black hair. that by said,
How do you do?" to George, that
little lady would have the time he
had blithely inquired of him:
,"Well now. look who's here: Why
do you think you amount 10 50
much?"
And she reflected that, this time,
Georgia would get the worst OF II
in any such encounter.
AS she had concluded a moment
before. at her first sight of him,
Kenilworth-"Ro Brandon had
called him-was made in the same
mold as Brandon, but there was
difference. She disliked Brandon,
because she feared that he was to
have some tragic influence over her
and her mysterious future, but, she
admitted. he wouldn't be little. He
would not be the sort who would
nIot for some small favor. If he
should want to amuse himself with
a woman, he would aim at her soul.
She knew the kind-and the
danger they embodied.
Kenilworth--he was of the sort
she was most accustomed to, only,
Of course, he was the super-kind
that would press to his lips what
ever ribbons might come to <his
finger tips at night, and blow them
to the winds in the morning with
out regard for silk or cotton.
tn HE would always have to be
on her guard against Bran
Il dom If Kenilworth carried
out the threat which lurked in his
calculating eyes as he let them
sweep over her, she'd checkmate
him, easily. Considering all per-
sons of the other sex as hunters,
Joanna fell to wondering what would
be the tactics of such a man as
Kenilworth who, not being by any
means young. must have had
divers experiences. She was
brought sharply out of this reflec-
ton by the young woman with the
black hair, whom Brandon had
called Yvonne.
Don't you all know it's horrid,
to have to pretend Yvonne said,
suddenly, allowing her fingers to
flutter over Joanna's wrist, that
we aren't bubbling over with excite
ment about Miss Manners amazing
news? T, for one, must tell her how
thrilling l think it must be-"
Joanna gave her a grateful glance.
There doesn't seem to be anything
else l can think about" she ad-
mitted. eff I only knew why! and
from whom!"
Let's see," Kenilworth unused
aloud, Joanna stands for some
generosity of the gods, doesn't it?
Something like gracious gift If
1 remember my mythology alright
Gods, like gifthorses, mustn't be
looked in the mouth. Not even by
tt,o JoxvoI;a+ "a +I.1{~ e. NJ,