The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1928-04-21
CHAPTER xXXIII

CALLY'S sapphire eyes blazed at
- the man she knew only as
Van" but since they were yelled
with new scrap of black lace to
replace the one lost in the storm,
the nonchalant New Yorker did not
appear to be at all devastated by
their fire.
Thank you for saving my life"
she said stiffly, but the mans
hooking, admiring attention was
fixed upon the deliciously young,
sweet curves of her mouth, rather
than upon the tone of her voice.
Il wonder if you know" he be-
gan confdentially, leaning lightly
upon his inevitable cane, that
you have the most adorable mouth
I have ever seen? OF course there
are other adorable details In the
picture Of complete loneliness that
you present, but really, your lips,
like three rose petals"
"Oh, stopl" Sally cried with
childish anger, her small, red
sandled foot stamping the platform.
"Why are you always hooking me,
making fun of me? I've begged
you to let me alone"
"Such ingratitude!" the man
sighed, but his narrowed eyes
smiled at her delightedly. IF you
weren't even more delicious when
you're angry, I should not be able
to forgive you. But really, Sally
Ford" his voice dropped caresS-
ingly on the name, as if to remind
her that he shared her secret with
her-"the way you persist in mis-
understanding me is very distress
ing.
I'm not hooking you, my dear
child! I'm hooking myself-if any
one. It recurS to me continually
that this is an amazing adventure
that Arthur Van Horne, of New
York, Long Island and Newport is
so sedulously engaged upon To
paraphrase your own delightful de-
Tense, I'm really not that kind of
man 1 assure you I'm not in the
habit of making love to show girls,
no matter how adorable their
mouths may bel" and he smiled at
her out of his narrow eyes and with
his quirked, quizzical mouth, as if he
expected her to share his amuse-
ment and amazement at himself.
"Then why don't you let me
alone?" Sally cried, striking her
little brown-painted hands together
in futile rage.
Il wonder!" he unused. 81
make up my mind that I'm a
blighter and an ass and that I
shan't come near the carnival. I
accept invitations enough to take
up every minute of my last days in
Capital City, and then-without in
the least intending to do SOL find
myself back in the Palace of
Wonders, humbling myself before a
pair of little red-sandaled feet that
would like nothing better than to
kick me for my impudence. Do you
suppose, Sally Ford, that I'm falling
in love with you? There's something
about you, you know"
please go away" Sally implored
him. "It'S almost time for my per-
Torrance. Gus is ballyhooing Jan
now and I come next"
GAS 1 was saying, when you in
terrupted me-" Van Horne reproved
her mockingly, there's something
about you, you know. Last night
when I had the honor of saving
your life and of seeing your ador-
able little face washed clean Of the
brown paint, I was surprised at my
self. I really was, I give you my
world
do you know what I wanted to
do? I wanted to swing you up into
my arms, you amazingly tiny thing,
and run away with you. If you
hadn't looked so young and-pure,
I believe the favorite word is-Td
have yielded to the impulse. I sup
press so few of my unholy desires
that 1 suppose this discipline is good
for my soul Now, what the devil
are you looking at, instead or lis
tening to the confessions of young
MANI" he broke off with a genuine
note of irritation in his charming
voice
Who is that beautiful woman?"
Sally asked in a low voice, her eyes
still fixed upon the golden-haired
woman whom Van Horne had called
Enid" and who had just entered
the tent alone, her small body, clad
in the green knitted silk sports suit
moving through the crowd with
proud disdain.
again, I am forced to forgive
you," Van Horne sighed humor-
ous1y. 'I seem always to be for
giving you, Sally Ford? You are
merely asking a question which is
inevitably asked when Enid Barr
first bursts upon a startled public
"She is probably the most beau
tiful blond in New York society
Those industrious cold cream ad-
vertisers would pay her a fortune
for the use of her picture and en-
dorsement, but it happens that she
has two or three large fortunes OF
her own, as we'll as a disgustingly
rich husband. Yes, unfortunately
for her adorers, she is married
Courtney Barr-even out here you
must have heard of Courtney Barr
being the lucky man"
ct wonder what she's doing here?"
Sally whispered, fright widening her
eyes behind the black lace.
ooh, I think Courtney's here on
political business. The Bars have
always rather fancied themselves as
leaders among the Wall Street max
ers Of presidents. He's hobnobbing
with my cousin, the Governor, and
Enid is probably amusing herself by
collecting Americana"