The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-06-08

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/ be gone for-some time That is
absolutely all that you know. Is
that clear. Estelle?'
Yes, Miss Carroll the maid
answered in a low voice. And
please. I'd like to stay. I didn't
say anything to anybody but Maude,
and I didn't say I knew anything
for sure-I was just guessing" she
foundered.
That's all nov. EsteIle.' Nan
dismissed her briskly. And please
don't discuss anything I have said
with Maude.' I want to talk with
her myself after dinner.
I A S soon as Estelle was gone, Nan
\ stripped of the clothes she
had worn to the Office and, having
wrapped her small body in a dark
blue silk kimono, stepped into the
/ connecting bathroom. She caught
her breath with pleasure.
The plaster walls above the tiles
! we're tinted the same delicate apple
green as was used in the bedroom;
the tiles themselves we're rich,
deep yellow: the floor a mosaic OF
green and yellow. A door at the
opposite end of the room suggested
that this bath lay between two
guest chambers. and she opened it.,
curious to see how Iris had decOrat-
ed it.
It was a smaller room than the
one which had been assigned to her
and for a moment she was puzzled
as to why she had been given a
room with twin beds when this 9TH
er guest chamber was obviously in
/ tended for single visitors.
Her second and more comprehen-
sive glance told her. however, that
/ this room had been designed for
male guests, q concession on Iris
part to the fact that her husbands
/ fame and power in the state and
even in Washington attracted to his
home many an important person.
age. The room was done in warm
/ tsns. browns and rich claret, the
latter color appearing in the thick,
sheenleSs silk curtains The fur
niture. masculine and substantial,
was of dark Walnut.
Nan realized suddenly that it was
no longer a guest room. but John
Curtis Morgan's bedroom. A law
book on the bedside table. a pipe,
which she had seen many times,
| living beside it: an array Of maSCu-
line toilet accessories on the dress
er top-there we're cleWs so obvious
that her first glance should have
taken them in.
That means she reflected. that
he can't bear to sleep in the room
that is haunted by Iris
She bathed more hurriedly than
she had intended. for she was
acutely conscious now that this was
his bathroom. and that she was, in
a sense. an intruder. But being
feminine and therefore illogical. she
, wished that the man she loved
could see her when she was dressed
for dinner in one Of the two pretty
dresses she had brought for her
three or four evenings in her 1n-
ployers home. The amber chiffon
brought out high lights of bronze
in her short brown hair, deepened
the warm cream of her skin. made
her wide. childishly round brown
eyes more yelyety than ever.
CHE found Curtis and f1oppy
- big-pawed brindle police puppy
tumbling over each other on the
living room rug.
Look. Nana!' Curtis shouted.
This is Cop! He's going to be
smarter'n Rim Tin-Tin when I get
through training him. Oh, l
didn't know you we're so pretty!"
He rose to his knees and stared
at her. his big black eyes ridiculous
ly mature and calculating. Il 'spect
it's that dress. Ladies look awful
different in different kinds of
clothes. Dinners ready. Do I have
to wash my hands? We-ell-"
II was John Curtis Morgan'S
temporary housekeeper. rather than
lis guest. who critically observed
each dish that was set before her
that night. A thick puree Of green
peas. roast beef, baked potatoes,
lima beans. small, flaky hot biscuits
and chocolate pie. heaped high With
meringue.
Each dish was almost superlatiye-
y good. for Maude could undoubted-
~ cook. but the total caloric value.
of the meal appalled, Nan. It was
with positive pain that she watched
Curtis devour six of the hot bis
cults. burdened with butter. then dig
, ecstatically into his enormous wedge
of pie.
Ito think my head is crammed
with knowledge of balanced ra-
tons, vitamins and calories. and
I've got to stand by and let this
child ruin his stomach-to say
nothing of John Curtis Morgan"
she mourned. Where in the
world will I find a housekeeper
for these two blessed men children
of mine that will have more sense
about planning a meal than that
Maude out in the kitchen?
Darn conventions anyhow! They
need me. and yet the whole town
would simply collapse with horror
if I did my plain duty and stuck
/ right here to take care Of them"
| ITO Be Continued.(