The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-08-16
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dom, the other three were in fine
fig and feather, and pleasant time
was had by all.
Coffee was served on the front
terrace, that looked out to sea, and
later, as the darkness settled down,
they went inside for bridge.
Lets play in the studio" Bunny
said, its so much more cosy"
Yes, 1 know your idea OF COST
ness" Heath retorted, cts to babble
all the time you're dummy and most
Of the time you're playing"
Bunny made a face at him and
went on to the studio, where Katie
was deftly placing table, chairs and
smoking stands.
They played few rubbers, for
moderate stakes. and then, Bunny,
being dummy, and chattering as
was her wont, Heath said, sharply:
do shut up, child! I can't think
straight with your tongue clatter-
ing like that"
ooh, all right!' and the girl
flounced out of her chair, went
through the French window and
out on the terrace.
Now, she's mad" observed In
man, but Perry Heath said, gayly:
mot so you'd notice it. That's a
bid for me to follow her.
Run along, then" said Mgra, toll
erantly, I'll entertain Larry till you
get back"
1t was not entirely unprecedented,
for their bridge games occasionally
broke up in just this fashion.
Heath strolled along the terrace to
the far end, where he found Bunny
in rambler arbor, exactly where
he had expected to find her.
Very fair she looked, as she stood
leaning against it's trellised window,
her fair hair a soft gold in the moon
light, her flower-like face a little
wistful as she gazed up at him.
Perry Heath was not a handsome
man, but he was gentle and kindly,
and little Bunny, IMMERSED in the
ways Of men Of the world, had fall.
en- for his gay, good-natured charm.
His appearance was a bit incon.
spicious in its lack Of distinction or
striking features. His rather pale
face was surmounted by a shock of
dark brown hair, which he had a
lhabit Of impatiently pushing back
from his fotehead, over which it in.
variably dropped again. His eyes
were gray blue, and ne wore large
tortoise-shell trimmed glasses, which.
he said, having put on for his paint.
Ing, he was later compelled to wear
constantly.
They were not specially becom.
ing out Bunny contended they lent
distinction to his face and gave him
a Bohemian look.
For the rest. Heath was aver.
age sized, average weight. and al.
ways dressed in the perfection of
good taste as we'll as in the latest
mode of tailorings.
His manner was always pleasant
receptive, responsive and generally
charming. This, though habitual
With him, was looked UPON by Bun.
ny as specially for her. and she
was rapidly becoming his abiect
slave and adorer.
Heath saw this, Of course, and
tried to stave it off by GOODNESS and
even negligence toward the girl. =
But Bunny disregarded this and
ohthely went on falling in love with
neatness and dispatch.
Come along, Bunny girl, they're
waiting for u.s." Heath said. trying
not to look too directly at her.
Stay just a minute" she whis
pered, stepping a bit nearer to him
Just one little minute-to look at
the moon"
Why, there isn't any moon.
child he exclaimed.
There will be in a minute. It's
just going to rise-up out of the
sea. Oh, do wait for it. Do-dear-''
OF course, Perry had to meet the
occasion. He waited. Waited, with
Bunny in his arms, her slim little
form held so close he could feel her
quick, startled breathing, could hear
her ecstatic little gasps as she
nestled her chin in his cupped
hand that sought to raise her face
to his.
But as the golden disk began to
show above the sea horizon, Myra s
voice sounded from the doorway:
Come on in, you two-the eve
ning's over"
They obeyed her summons, and
returning to the studio. found In
man mixing himself a nightcap and
Myra looking with deep interest al
an old brown bottle she was hold
ing.
She referred to a big book on glass
and verified its exact status.
Yes" she said, rapidly, its all
right! Dyottsville Glass Works
Philadelphia-oh, it's a gem. A
wonderful find!'
Hang your wonderful find!" cried
her husband, irritably. 1T amazes
me, Myra, when you are so unenthu.
siastic over most things how YOU
can go into ecstasies over a BIT of
ugly old glass. just because it is old
have a feeling for beauty in any
form, but for a rotten old whisky
bottle-nor"
Myra looked at him a few sec
onds, without speaking, and then
turned her attention to the brown
bottle.
Il love that particular stare my
wife gives me occasionally" Heath
said, addressing no one in particular.
You shall have it again, if you
care for it so much" Myra returned,
and gave him another look, this time
showing a more definite trace of con-
4 tempt.
Come, come" said Larry, birds
in their little nests agree. Let up on
the pickering. if only to spare your
guests embarrassment. And too,
old scout, your pictures are no more