The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-11-26

L----l ice between the rose-hued
drapes that were intended 70 keep it
I out from whatever secrets were
within their windows, and made
straight for the face that was al
most lost in mound of pillows
pillows Of exquisite lace sand silk
from golden looms.
The vagrant beam gloried in it's
discovery, in the simmer it aroused
in gold-brown hair, in the velvet
white and the startlingly youthful
contours of the face so invitingly
nestled to it's caress.
Brown lashes fiuttered under the
sun rays provocation and a bare
white arm, velvet like the face, crept
out from some place underneath the
shinmering hair. The slender form
outlined under the web-like coyerlet
that was also of silken lace that
may have been priceless, stirred and
Strengthened, revealing the symme-
tries that were just curving away
from boyishness.
A voice that was drowsy, but not
without it's note of petulance, asked:
What time is it?'
Out Of the unnatural darkness of
the room made by the drawn cur
tains, another voice, clearly that OF
patient servant, answered: lit Is
not quite 10 o'clock, Mademoiselle.
Shall open the curtains, Mademoi-
seller"
Again the sleepy voice from the
depths Of the huge, soft bed: IF
you please Martha aJ 4s
Martha, very neat and prim in
gray morning garb, rose from the
edge of the chaise lounge, where she
had perched silently through two
hours of waiting for the beautiful
form in the bed to stir, and pulled
the curtain ropes. Like yellow
flood the TRANSPORTING Riviera sun
burst through the nest Of broad
windows that curved out from the
room in semi-circle, all shut off
together by the heavy shell pink
drapes. Bewildering, exotic odors
of orange, mimosa and clematis
filled the room with the sunshine,
each separate fragrance seeming to
bring up from the calm Mediter-
ranean down below some ineffable
perfume of March morning romance.
When Martha turned from the
windows the voice from the bed not
sleepy now, but alert, ripping:
II ought to be dreadfully cross
with you, you know, for letting me
sleep so late" it said in mock sever
ity; "But suppose you will say that
looked 50 comfortable you hated
to disturb me-"
Martha, American from head to
toe dspite her 'mademoiselle' and
her French ribbons and ruffles,
looked down on the girl in the big
bed. a cleaning, glittering bed of
colds and pinks and blues mounted
on a dais under a gorgeous canopy
of gold lace against pink taffetas.
Martha seemed to hover, for a mo-
ment, at the edge of a scolding, but
dutifully remembered that, after all,
the girl in the bed, whose eyes were
twinkling up at her, was Maiden
oiselle' and she was Martha. So all
she said was:
"Mademoiselle did not return from
Prince Michael's until 8 o'clock this
morning"
nThat's sou agreed the voice,
emphatically, as if suddenly re.
minded. There was an affair last
night, wasn't there? And something
happened. 1 know something hap
pened, because something always
does when Michael feels the urge
And Michael was urged, last night
Martha. Very urged. While you
run my bath I will try to remember
what about. Maybe it was me. II
so, L will tell you about it while
/ splash"
ErI HILE Martha busted herselt
tWI with the taps over the pinl
marble pool in glisteninf
shower-room, the girl in the bed sal
up, drew up her knees until her ell
bows could rest on them and hel
chin on her wrists. Her brow
wrinkled a little, as if trying to re
member. The warm sunshine
wrapped the cuddled figure in vel
low splendor. Thin shadow lines
from the diamond patterned bars Of
the clematis trellis outside the win
dows romped through the filmy
diaphonous chiffon of the girl:
bahamas and twisted about her like
mischievous fairy arms. Suddenly
the puckered brow cleared and {
laugh that was as vibrant as music
rippled at red lips.
Martha turned off her taps, salts
fled at last that the water was JUS
warm enough-her mistress ever re
fused to brave cold shower-anC
went up to the bed, a flaming vel
low robe of transparent silk over he
arm, tiny satin boudoir mules in he
hand. While she knelt at the bet
dais to slip the mules on bare feet
4 and then stood to receive the slim
form in the fold Of the robe, tn
voice promised:
Eff you haven't made the waite
too cold, Martha, I'll tell you wha
it was that happened last night a
soon as I'm in it. If it's cold 70,
shan't know a thing
When the robe had fallen and thu
pajamas had been tossed. rolled int,
ball, at Marthas head, and thu
splashing in the marble pool wa
begun. Martha was merrily in
formed:
Il stole Prince Michael, Martha
Actually took him right out o
Yvonnes arms almost actually