The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1927-11-01

Arthur laughed.
He filled glass for her. Sip
ping tentatively, Diana found it de-
licious. Not reeking with alcohol
like the few drinks she had dared
taste before, but delicately favored,
tantalizing! She drained the glass.
Like it?"
eyes. What did you put in it?"
"Ill never tell"
"I want another one," declared
Diana. She was sure such mild
little drink couldn't possibly hurt
her.
st wouldn't yet" advised Arthur.
cts really stronger than it seems. :"
But Diana was pouring it for her
self; lifting her glass, smiling, ITO
San Francisco! And I hope you see
me there soon.''
why, Diana, you little devil
you :"
He snatched the glass away and
seized her in his arms.
"Don't!"
I'm crazy about you"
With his touch every instinct in
her leaped into panic. She strug-
gled back and struck him full in
his laughing face.
Silence! A silence which hurt.
Then his voice, coldly reproachful,
"You needn't have done that, you
| know"
Diana said nothing. She was
covering in the hammock, trem-
bling. When her voice finally came
it frightened her. 1t sounded SO
hard.
"You needn't think" she said,
because I'm Vivian's sister ="
and began to cry.
In the midst of her passionate
sobbing, she heard Arthur, shocked
and penitent, Diana, oh my dearl
You didn't think that!"
He took his handkerchief, gently
now as if she were the little girl
he had known first, and wiped away
her tears.
"Im awfully sorry. I thought
you were as modern as you looked.
But on my honor, kiss is all I was
thinking Of ="
Diana shivered.
MY dear, do you always act like
this when a man wants to kiss
your"
Remembering Louis, she admit
ted honestly, mot always. But I
don't like that sort of thing"
Arthur rose, still holding her
hand, and leaning over, held it
against his cheek.
I'm afraid 7 had forgotten" he
said, "that there are still girls of
10 who are as fresh and sweet and
innocent as girl should be. For
give me, won't your"
Diana sat, watching him swing
off down the street. She had never
been so upset. What must he think
of her. Clawing at him like a Wild
cat! For one moment she had
known absolute terror. Yet how
nice he had been about it. Most
men would never have spoken to a
girl again,
She hoped, desperately, that her
mother was not awake. This would
be an impossible situation to ex-
plain. And she must hurry and
empty the stuff in the pitcher. That
might be one reason she felt so
queer. AS she rose, with the tray
in her hands, a slender figure
stalked through the darkness, I'D to
the door,
ooh, Louis!" Diana whispered.
Don't come in, please. I'm on my
way to bed"
ooh, are your" he cried, savagely.
well, yoT're not going until I've
had a talk with you"
CHAPTER Nv
RI lana, with the tray in one
HID hand, slipped to the door and
III fastened the screen.
"You can't come in, Louis" she
repeated, cautiously. I'm in trou-
BILE enough without that"
what do you mean?"
Mother heard us last night.
She's furious and simply dare not
see you for awhile. Please, Louis.
His face pressed against the
screen was white and tortured with
jealousy.
"It's lall right, I suppose, for Ar
thur Vane to Gomez"
"Well, of course" admitted Diana,
wondering what her mother would
say if she knew the truth about
Arthur. "That's different"
"You bet. You aren't fooling me.
And neither is your mother"
His bitter boyish voice resounded
through the darkness. In despera-
ton Diana cried, Louis, I can't
stand here talking to you. Really
I can't. But I'll meet you tomor-
row."