The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1927-11-02

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mitted, when Louis was the ideal
playmate. Rides they had taken in
her mothers car, Shrieking like
demons down country roads; pic
MICS, where steaks sizzled and cof-
fee boiled into the hot Goals;
dances, where always" belonged
to him, and floating in his arms,
Diana had thought her dreams full
filled. Had felt, indeed, sort OF
divine contentment. She only loved
like that when they were dancing.
At other times there was sure to be
friction of some kind. But
ooh WELL" Diana patted her wet
eyes with a fat powderpuff. Zone
can't have everything!
She. dressed carefully that eve
ming, wearing a frail pink chiffon,
with a silver girdle. The girdle
emphasized her good points. Diana
knew what they were, having lis
tened to more than one impas-
stoned, sutton on the subject. She
examined her figure, critically, but
could find no fault with it. She
realized that she was beautiful. Yet
she did not understand the heady
quality of her deep, blue eyes. The
appeal of the mouth so frankly I'M
taught, so adorably innocent. The
potential lure which men fancied
they saw in her. That inexplicable
something" which Louis had called
fire beneath the ice"
But her mother saw it. And
watching the childish preening and
strutting before the long glass. ap-
praised it at its full value.
Here's your fan, dearie."
Diana unfurled the fragile bit of
silver gauze.
"a lady with a fan! Mother,
look!"
Eyes, you are lovely. But don't
let it go to your head"
IT look like Dolores Costello. I
wish I could be an actress"
Instantly the look she dreaded
leaped into Elizabeth's eyes. They
were popping in terror.
"Diana Farwell, I'd rather see
you in your grave"
1T was only joking. A fine chance
I'd have to bel"
She put her arms about her
mother, partly in pentitence but
mostly to hide.
Mother, please don't look at me
like that"
"A daughter is a great respon-
sibility, Diana! Perhaps you will
understand what it means some
day."
Her words gave Diana an I'M
pleasant shock. Perhaps she would,
some day. But she hoped it would
be years and years from now. {.
Arthur was frankly pleased with
her. Admiration shone from his
dark eyes yet his manner was cool
and friendly. He was entirely the
distinguished, whimsical, man of the
world she liked. How the other
girls were going to envy herl
They did. There were many COM
ments in the dressing room.
How did you work it, old thing?"
"Work what?"
GAS if you don't know. S'allright
If you'll get us a dance with him"
Diana took her triumph modestly.
She introduced Arthur 70 the girls
he did not know. Privately she
asked him to dance with as many
Of them as he could.
"They love new man." she ex-
planned, candidly.
II believe you are trying to avoid
dancing with me yourself"
But you know better than that"
What a child she is" thought
Arthur.
Her utter lack Of self conscious
ness pleased him more than any
sophistication could have done. But
Diana was as far from realizing
that as she was the other reasons
for her fatal charm.
Marion Graham was now openly
Louis champion. They had come
together and were dancing nearly
every dance. Diana was not jeal-
Gus. Marion was too openly the
round-faced, honest-eyed pal. But
1t hurt to have her avoid Diana.
AS if she thought Diana cared! Ex-
cept for the coolest of mods they
both seemed unconscious Of her
presence.
Arthur was a good dancer. Not
so graceful as Louis, for instance.
But quite good enough. Diana
tripped away dance after dance,
reveling in the music, the brilliant
colors, the laughter, the clover
scented breeze. Life seemed a gay
light-hearteed affair. The sense of
oppression caused by her promise
to her mother lifted and f1oated
away. Then the lights were dark
ened; moonlight stole through the
open windows and the orchestra be-
gan to play, always"
Arthur was at her side with out
stretched arms. But she shook her
head. She could not dance it with
anyone but Louis. But Louis was
leaning gloomily against doorway.
eff he doesn't come I'll never
forgive him." she thought.
There was a hard little lump in
her throat.
Then he came. Swiftly, as Louis
did everything, he swept her into
his arms.
They danced it without a word.
Yet she was sure now he loved her.
And for all her interest in Arthur
Vane 1t was like warm little fire
in her heart.
When it was finished Louis made
no demand for a further explana-
ton. There was neither anger nor
jealousy in his face. Nothing but
tenderness as he said, THANK you,
Diana"
He turned and walked away.
Diana was disappointed. She had