The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1927-08-10

So Vee-Vee said, smile tugging
at the dimple in the corner of her
adorable mouth, glinting in the
clear emerald of her eyes: IT shall
never fall in love again!" That
was true, too, she told her con-
science, for she never expected to
love anyone but the man beside her.
When they reached Snyder's road
house on the far side of the lake,
they found Mr.. and Mrs. Bannister
rather impatiently awaiting them
and bored with each other.
Mrs. Bannister bounced upon
them, her eyes alight with the in
satiable curiosity and suspicion of
the inveterate gossip.
"You two must have got lost"
she crowed. We've been drinking
pot after pot of tea. The cinnamon
toast here is really divine, Miss
Cameron" she turned upon Wee
Wee, hesitating as usual upon the
name, suggestively.
II declare, have to catch myself
every time. It's such temptation
to call you Vivian. After all, am
lots older than you, though every
one says I don't look day over
twenty-five"
Vivian The name rang bell in
Vee-Vee's mind, but the memory it
evoked was too faint for her to
catch. So the other girl-the girl
whom Schuyler Smythe had been in
love with for five years, the girl who
had been sold by her family to a
titled foreigner, the girl whom she
herself resembled as if she were that
girls twin sister-was named Vivian.
That accounted for the similarity
of initials, at lest for the samenesS
of the first initial. And Mrs. Ban
mister had eyed the tiny "V. c."
upon her luggage before she had
jumped to the conclusion that Wee
Wee was this" other girl. Vivian G.
Was the "C' the initial of that other
girls maiden name or her married
name? Oh, it was all silly puzzle
and she had no time to solve it now.
It'd rather you did not call me
Vivian-for obvious reasons. While
I am here that is not my name"
Vee-Vee answered evasively. "My
name" and she was glad to be
telling the truth, though it dad not
sound like the TRUTHS Vera Wv
toria Cameron. My friends call me
Vee-Vee," she added.
"How cutel" Mrs. Bannister
gushed. my first name is Rita.
I'd adore having you call me that.
Cinnamon toast and tea for you,
too, Schuyler" she ASKED coJ4s,
"Or will you have the same kind
of tea that this terrible John of
mine has been drinking!"
"Ceylon for me-and cinnamon
toast" Schuyler told her, frowning
slightly.
1t was o'clock when they ar
rived at the hotel, Schuyler's car
decorously leading the way. The
two couples had kept within hailing
distance of each other during the
hours drive after tea, an arrange
ment insisted upon by Vee-Vee, and
acquiesced in rather sulkily by
Schuyler.
But I suppose you're right" he
admitted grudgingly. THAT gush-
ing little gossip will have us the
talk of the hotel if we don't take
care. And that would be danger
GUS.
"Any departing guest could carry
the story to New York and cause a
frightful row. I'm not .eady to
have your mother or father pounce
on us just yet.
"No one dresses for dinner here
on Sunday night" Schuyler told
her, as he assisted her to alight
from the car. Don't run away. We
can talk in the sun parlor. No one
will be there now"
His voice was pleading, and his
hand would not release hers. THE
dining room closes at 8. There
won't be much time"
"I want to freshen up a Bit" Wee
Wee told him. "I'll be down at
half past seven. You sit at Miss
Fosdicks table, don't you?" she
added.
"Not any more!" Schuyler re-
torted ardently, but she thought she
detected shade of fear or uneasi-
ness darkening the glow in his
brown eyes.
When Vera reached her own room,
she tossed her hat to the bed, then
flew to the mirror to search her
newly fawless complexion to see If
the warm June sun had. brought out
pale ghosts of her old freckles.
She could have sobbed with relief