The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-12-12
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been allowed TO enter the SrOunQS.
There had been frantic efforts in
many quarters to break through the
barrier so firmly guarded by watch
men, but none had been successful.
Even the telephone, except that line
which reached the offices of the
servants, had been shut off. So it
was that even the intimates of Villa
Annette, those had watched the
preparations from day to day, were
utterly amazed at the splendor, the
lavishness, the consummate artistry
Of the spectacle into which they
strolled.
Teddy Dorminster, who had been
one of those whose call during the
day had been futile, stood amazed
when, with his sister, Betty Wey-
mouth at his side, he turned about,
on the highest terrace, to look over
the sloping lawns. Betty ex-
claimed:
Truly, an appropriate within for
a Golden Girlr'
Daring. brilliant, extravaganza
Lord Teddy murmured. But just
the sort of thing we might expect
from her! It's not barbaric; there
is nothing Haunting 1t is a splash
of countless money and magnificence
but a mellow splash. Somehow 1
can see a note of usefulness in it
all.
Betty Weymouth was silent a mo-
ment. Then she said:
do you know, Teddy, I think
you're right. There's something in
this scene tonight, in this fete, that
isn't mere extravaganza it's un.
canny, I know, but believe there's
a sadness in it, someplace."
Eyes. Like a beautiful woman.
There's joy always but for someone.
sadness, too!'
ETTY looked at her brother
lIKI quickly and Understandings.
- The sadness he sensed would
be for him-that the girl whose
spirits were being given expression
tonight was beyond his honest want
Of her. Gomez Betty said, 'this
is no time to be sententious. There's
Roddy Kenilworth, looking none the
worse for that thrilling adventure
he's rumored to have experienced
last night with Joanna. Perhaps
he'll tell us something. Nobody
seems to know the straight of itp'
Kenilworth, who frankly admitted
that he was provoked by Joanna's
refusal to hear from him during
the day, treated the inquiries by
Lord Teddy and Betty whimsically
Whatever you've heard isn't true, .
he said. And what's true isn't in
teresting. Just a comic opera hold
up, with something fishy about it.
The Monaco police notified me to-
day that all valuables taken by the
bandits had been mysteriously de-
the terse suggestion that they be
returned to their owners"
But Joanna?" Betty Weymouth
asked. "You should never have
taken her up La Turbie, Roddy.
There are ugly hints about"
Kenilwcrth ignored the probing.
at is 10 o'clock already" he OBJ
served, "and neither she nor
Yvonne has appeared. Both of them
have an admirable sense Of the dra-
matte"
Footmen in scarlet and gold
moved among the guests bearing
trays on which cobwebby glasses
and silver decanters clinked. Wines
Of Brittany, and the more sensuous
fluids of Bordeaux flowed freely. A
young debutante from America, one
of those whom Joanna used to copy,
but who, now, planned long and
earnestly to hit upon ways of copy
ing her, exclaimed to her companion:
TITS like a scene in a stupendous
movie only so different! A movie
party is always so course and cheap.
Here everything is on such a scale
of splendor that is romantic! There
T is SO much wine and champagne
about, but no one is sillyp'
On the carpet of flowers a troop
of dancing girls from Cairo whirled
into their rhythmic involutions, their
sinuous bodies giving cadence to a
mute language Of love. An English
countess whirled away on the
mimosa powered dance floor with a
partner borrowed for the momen.
from a celebrated beauty from the
chorus of the Foiies Bergere. An
Indian Prince, scornful Of the rules
of his caste, wrapped spell with his
sombre black eyes about a gentle
girl in satin and pearls. A Deputy
of France discussed his wife with a
Monte Carlo mascotte in whose
saucy head reposed the secrets of
many other wives.
Into this enchanted garden the
Golden Girl walked at last, with
Yvonne beside her. In no bit Of her
that the eye could discern was there
a memory Of the night before; Of
the bitter, disastrous hour in the
little room at the club house on La
Turbie; of the desperate drive down
the mountain, or Of the scene at the
fireplace with Yvonne and John as
the actors. The poise of her was
regal, arrogant. The crowd that
watched the turn of her head, the
simmer of her gold brown hair, the
dancing Of thousand phantoms in
her deep brown eyes, saw only the
pride and consciousness Of her
golden aura and her self indulgence.
It seemed to every one in that gay
crowd that when Joanna had looked
upon them. had accepted greetings
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