The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1927-11-07

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had so proudly packed for her
When she was ready, she unboltec
the door, self-conscious and uneasy
Once in her berth, however, the
motion of the train soothed her. Ar
thur had been lawfully NICE" 1t was
thoughtful of him to leave her alone
With the strains Of Cadman's "A'
Dawning" singing in her ears, she
closed her eyes. Although she had
been certain she would not be able
to sleep, she opened them to bril-
liant sunlight.
For a little while she lay, relaxed
and drowsy, then her mind flashed
into action. It was the first day Oh
her new life. She crept from hei
berth. collected her clothes, and
dressed, cautiously. When Arthur
awoke he was alone. He found his
bride on the observation platform
isn't it a gorgeous morning." she
cried.
Her blue eyes were Drumming
with happiness. Conscious of ad-
miring glances from other men, Ar
thur led her proudly to the dining
car.
"It's our first breakfast together "
he whispered.
She returned his smile, treasured
and confident.
"Are you happy, Diana?"
ooh, yes! Why?"
ct was afraid you weren't last
night"
Color stained her cheeks. Her
eyelids fluttered down.
II did feel queer" she admitted.
Everything seemed so different .
""You darling!" thought Arthur.
His adorable, untaught, little
wifel Secretly he swore that he
would never wound that trustful
innocence. Never dim the radiance
of those unclouded eyes.
knowledge of his own rather de-
cent past and the emotion he had
squandered on other women made
him feel unworthy. He ordered
grapefruit, bacon and toast, but,
mentally, he was on his knees, wor-
Shipping at hte shrine of his little
goddess, Diana, the chaste, the fair!
For a moment he forgot that the
lady was also huntress. He was
to remember that later.
Strange how virtue ceases to be
virtue and becomes GOODNESS, self
ishness, incapacity for emotion. BY
the time the newly married couple
reached New York, Arthur had
passed through successive stages to
puzzled despair. Was Diana really
without feeling? Afraid of this new
experience? Or amusing herself by
marking time?
Her sweetness and evident affec-
ton intrigued him. Yet the mo-
ment he attempted the slightest
intimacy she became aloof and "un-
touchable."
AS for Diana, she was having a
wonderful time. The Journey with
its unaccustomed sights and priv
leges, as well as the novelty of ap-
pearing as pampered, young wife,
thrilled and gratified her. Also, she
realized now that she had nothing
to fear.
One night Arthur had snatched
her to him, passionately kissing her
lips, her eyes, her hair. Icy terror
swept through her veins, chilling
her blood. congealing all her pleas
ant affection into cold fear.
"Don'tl Oh, PLEASED" she
begged.
Her terrified shrinking even more
than her words Gained him.
He released her instantly. She
had discovered that she had only
to employ the method once used
on obstreperous suitors to uuell this
husband, who had disappointed her
pitifully. For she had not expected
that sort of affection" from him.
Nevertheless Arthur succeeded in
remaining the charming companion,
the considerable lover-the most in
teresting man Diana had ever
known.
He told the queerest, most de-
iightful stories about things. He
knew the quaintest places to go.
And he bought her beautiful gifts,
A platinum bracelet, brilliant with
sapphires. a thin gold vanity case,
and imported, black, chiffon lin
gerle, which Diana admired but did
not wear.
She wrote long letters to her
mother, singing Arthur's praises. He