The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1928-12-29

I had taken on the tinge of ole
parchment.
You know re frenzy Of my blood,
she told him calmly. "You-sc
SNUG! So self Sufficed"
please Mona-dear."
AShtoreth pleaded brokenly, dan
gerously near tears. The scene haC
completely upset her, and she telt
overwhelmingly sorry for the girl.
Please" she coaxed, come down
to our room. I'm so worried about
you. Please come, Mona"
I~HE Frenchwoman put her hand;
Il behind her on the rail.
I'm one little moment" she prom
ised. But first I must tell you-Sc
that Meester Smythe will hear
But I don't care, Mona! II
doesn't make any difference. You
can tell me anything when you fee
better If he's been your sweet
heart, Mona-and you're hurt, dear
Il shan't ever see him again. ]
swear"
Ashtoreth drew Mona toward the
companionway.
MY sweetheart" Mona
laughed. II have had plenty OF
sweethearts, ma cherie-and some
have loved. But I spit on Meester
Smythe"
She Spat.
II hate heem!" she said.
Listen, Ashtoreth-the woman's
crazy"
Smythe spoke placatingly. IF
she's trying to make you think II
Mona laughed in his face.
HE put me in book" she re-
peated, land sell it. He call me
poor girl'-and pSlam-sing through
his nose"
81 wrote a book" explained
Smythe. Mona imagines that it
was sue of whom I wrote. 1t was
published last year. And Mona
seems to have been considerably
incensed."
"He make love to me-" insisted
Mona stubbornly, land put it in a
book-to make money. Now he
make love to you and put IN
another book"
Smythe's mouth frightened at the
corners.
That's absurd" he declared. II
refuse to discuss it any further.
You're utterly preposterous, Mona.
I've told you already that your i'm
agination has simply run away with
you. You're talking like fool
II talk to him before" explained
Mona, when you go to bed, ma
cherie. And I make heem promise
to keep his hand off you. He prom
ise-and I say, Very well-then /
shall not tell"
And then" flared Smythe, "you
came sneaking back from shore, to
spy on us!"
st do it to take care of Mademoi-
selle," explained Mona, quite I'M
ruffled. "She is one good girl"
you're a great one to take care
of anyone!"
Smythe turned on his heel. d.
you can't even take care Of your
self"
mop" Mona's voice was soft
again, and throaty with that curl
ously thrilling quality that Ashto-
reth had noticed the first night. Il
take very good care of myself,
Meester Smythe."
"Oh, yes" he retorted brutally.
"You flower in flannel"
MNONA touched the long pearls
1V1 that hung from her ears, and
lifted the triple string Of pearls
around her neck. She shrugged her
shoulders.
You do not hate me, ma cherie?"
Her eyes were soft now, with a
copalt-blue tranquility. And she
smiled her luminous smile. A little
sadly, little wistfully.
Ashtoreth kissed her pale cheek
swiftly.
NO, Mona she said, Il do not
hate you. Poor, poor Mona"
Tears sprang to the French
womans eyes.
IT have known" she said, bad
Womens who understood good wom-
ems. But never before a good girl
who would forgive bad girl. You
are very kind, ma cherie."
She turned mockingly to Smythe.
Maybe" she suggested impu-
IDENTIFY, "Meester Smythe can write
another story--for the American
public, and their cinemas. A story
about a bad womans, like a raging