The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1928-12-01
CHAPTER xiv.


7 LA returned to the drawing
- room where Jack was stand
ing. She was trembling.
Would Dorothy reach the house
to help her before Herbert arrived
from downtown?
IT suppose you called Ware to tie l
him it wasn't safe to come now
s-.;G jazz.
"Of course not" replied Lila
sharply. st called Mrs. Ware at
her studio to deliver message"
Ten minutes had passed. Lila
glanced at her watch.
Then why did you try to get rid
Of me?" Farquahar asked.
isn't it obvious. We can't STAY
here all afternoon. Mrs. Ware might
want to use her drawing room her
self" Lila explained.
Five minutes more. Lila closed
her eyes. Which would arrive first?
The doorben rang. A moment
later they heard Dorothy's voice in
the hall
Dot was master of the situation.
Almost without protest she dragged
Jack away to pose for her on the
excuse that the professional models
were not the type. Lila was simply
limp with fear.
She sank nerveleSS to a chair A
moment later Herbert stood in the
door.
He seated himself beside her and
drew some papers from his pocket.
Lila reached out hstlessly to take
Irene'S bill from his hand.
"Lila!" The sharpness of his tone
made her start.
Where is your wedding ring?
Why are you wearing that ring of
Mrs. Varneys?"
Alas, when Jack had left, Lila had
forgotten to take off his ring.
HAPTAIN Farquahar sat in Doro-
~ thy's studio, patiently holding
a pose, while her skilled pencil flew.
The pose wasn't difficult. Dorothy
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for an advertising agency which had
a male figure in the foreground.
Jack suited admirably.
Presently Jack asked if he might
talk. Conversation didn't harm the
pose, so they talked freely.
Dorothy drew forth his story of
the war and of his experiences in
the German prison camp. 1t struck
Jack that she was easier to talk to
than Lila. More at eaSe-more
pleasant-he thought.
He still was talking when Doro-
thy had to stop because of the fail
ing light.
us that all? Is the drawing fin
ished?" he asked.
mot quite. But I can finish with
out model"
Jack protested that he wanted to
come again and Dorothy consented
to have him pose the next day.
Dorothy rested her clasped hands
on the edge of the drawing board
and regarded him thoughtfully. Her
beautiful hair was lined against the
patch of sky revealed through the
studio window.
She looked diStractingly pretty.
The captain thought he never in his
life had seen a girl so sweet and
cool and gracious, or one to whom
he yearned to tell his innermoSt
hopes and fears.
Farquahar leaned forward. Mrs.
Ware" he asked suddenly, do you
love your huSband?"
Dorothy started slightly; then she
smiled. mo, I do not love Her
bert Ware" she answered distinctly.
Jack fairly jumped. His thoughts
were in a turmoil. Dorothy sensed
his embarrassment.
would you care to see minia-
ture I did of Lila last spring?" she
asked, rising.
She opened an ebony cabinet that
was filled with little trifles that
every lover of beauty collects.
She pulled out tiny drawer
hastily, took out the miniature,
and closed the drawer.
1t stuck on some crumpled paper.
Jack paused. He was looking at a
bundle of letters in his own hand
writing.
Slowly he took both her hands in
hsi. Dorothy, can guess. Lila
discarded my letters from France
and you kept then-and are not
telling me-because you are so kind