The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1927-11-10

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historical control. Watched more
closely than any child! Yet If she
had waited, even until Christmas in
accordance with her first plans, she
would have been free now to live
her own life.
After her mothers death she
would have been responsible 10 no
one.
The color deepened in her cheeks
as she imagined the delightful things
she might have done. Travel, tne-
aters. definite search for her SIS
ter: perhaps a career! Why not!
Wasn't everyone constantly re-
minding her of her dramatic posi-
bilities? And wasn't she beautiful?
Rather childishly she sought the tuil
length mirror in her own room. Elk
ulting in the slenderly developed
grace she naively recognized.
with beauty and fair amount
of brains" thought she, modestly,
A"what might I not accomplish"
Then her spirits dropped. she
was tied for life. Eternally, ever
lastingly bound! Caught in a trap
she had not attempted to avoid.
She had struggled for freedom and
walked into a cage whose bars were
tenfold stronger.
Threatened by the constant men
ace of caresses which were dlstatste-
FIJI. wounded by the exultant indif-
ference or jealousy and suspicion OF
husband she was sure now she
could never love.
With the innate selfishnesS OF
youth she saw it only from her own
point of view. Arthur had deceived
her. Had made her think he pre-
ferred the same sort of relationship
she desired.
Her blue eyes filled with tears as
she recalled the days of their honey
moon. His romantic, unselfish inter-
est and admiration. The flowers he
sent each morning, his unfailing
consideration and tact. When he
discovered her real point of view,
how swift her descent into reality
Which reminded her that her
present housewifely task was I'M
finished. She returned to the bed
and began to sort the piles Of hand
kerchiefs and collars, pausing to
read the names on a theater pro-
gram Arthur had stuffed in his
pocket and later transferred to the
drawer. High sounding names!
Constance, Daphne, Wanda
Mitzi, Fawn :"
Diana wondered If they were real
or had they gone to school as
Helen, Gladys and Ida? She pic
tured her own name in print. Diana
Farwell! No, Diana Vane. Or per-
haps Diana would be more unusual
pronounced Frenchily. "Dee-on."
She was frowning as intently as
if confronted by a real problem
What would go nicely. melodiously,
with a name like that?
The telephone brought her back
to the present. 1t was Edward
Staunton reminding her that he
would be waiting outside the tea
room at o'clock Instantly her
thoughts we're all of her sister
again. What would he have to tell
her?
AS she walked up Grant Ave. her
heart was doing cartwheels inside
her breast. He was waiting, but
as she started inside he stopped her
mot really? You didn't think we
were going to be so conventional?'
Her blue eyes widened.
"Why not? I thought you wanted
to show it to me-"
1--WE some place lot more in
teresting to show you," he smiled.
"Where?"
ION Montgomery st. Wouldn't
you rather have tea in my studio
where we can talk?"
She hesitated, torn between hel
rigorous training and an instant
desire for the unusual! But why
not in his studio? Nothing incrimi-
mating about that? She accepted
airily. AS if-oh yes-she had tee
with men in their studios" almos
every day.
She imagined a long, light room
with polished floor and a white
bearskin rug. Tea would be served
before an open fire from a Russian