The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1928-12-17

MAIZE was an old-taShloned
1V1 mother, as she frequently re-
marked. And not at all in SYM
pathy with the modern trend Of
things.
whats the world coming to?"
she would ask plaintively. Com
panionate marriage and all! SakeS
alive-married people don't live to-
gether any more. And the other
kind-they're the ones that ought
to be married, not the others. I
tell you, Ashtoreth, when girl gets
a chance to get a nice clean young
man these days she ought to take
him quick. Because there's plenty
will if she won't"
And then Ashtoreth would put
down her book and laugh.
Mother, DEAR" she warned her,
eff you talk any more about nice
clean young men I'll simply have
to give you a little lecture. You're
so innocent, darling. Go back to
crime, dear, and let me read Doro-
thy Parker
Dorothy Parker!" shifted Maize.
IT looked at that book of hers this
morning, Ashtoreth. Don't tell me
that's the way girls talk these days.
My word, it gave me the horrors
=. that one about the river
Goddess, I call that sort of talk"
Ashtoreth tipped dozen pages
This one, dear?" she asked. IT
think it's cute"
She read the jingle aloud:
Labor and hoard,
Worry and wed,
And the biggest reward
Is to die in bed.
A long time to sweat,
A little while to shiyer;
It's all you'll GET
Where's the nearest river?"
Here's another, Mother:
First you are hot,
Then you are cold,
And the best you have got
Is the fact you are old"
Ashtoreth srivered.
Its the TRUTH" she said.
But Maize was bustling about,
setting the table with her little
green-fringed napkins and the best
plates.
What you need, young lady"
she said, "is good hot cup of tea
and some of mothers nice ginger
bread. You work too hard, Ash
toreth, and you don't go around
enough with young folks.
you're getting real depressed.
I've been noticing it for the last
month. White as a sheet, and
peaked looking. Where's those iron
pills you used to take? Maybe it's
a tonic you need. That-and some
good wholesome fun"
It Il
A SHTORETH closed her little
N book. Its my new makeup,
she said. Its interesting
to look pale these days. My powder
has a new tint, that's all. Sort of
ashy, like Russians in the movies"
Maize clicked her tongue impa-
tiently.
''Tsch! Tsch! Sit down here,
young lady, and stop your non
sense" she ordered. And remind
me tomorrow to write Monty, hon
ey. / don't know what he'll think
of mel"
They went to bed shortly and
Maize heated a hot water bag for
her daughter Asht9reth had
grown unaccountably chilled over
their tea, and her mother was wor-
ried.
When she crept, shivering between
her pale pink sheets, Maize COW
cred her with every puff and blank
ct in the house, and then threw a
coat over her feet. By midnight
Ashtoreth was running a temper
allure and shivering convulsively.
When she lay perfectly quiet a
pleasant languor possessed her
body. But when she moved she
ached and throbbed with dull
misery.
At o'clock Maize called the
doctor. A rotund little man,
pleasantly antiseptic, who held Ash
toreth's wrist in one hand and his
watch in the other. And tiptoed
presently, quite silently, out of the
room.
He came again later that day.
And when he had gone Maize put