The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-01-08

| her, filling her body and her throat
so that her breath came in little
Strangled gasps.
He looked at her steadily, until
her face, crimsoned, and she
dropped her eyes.
you know Why" he said.
YES" she whispered.
''Then please" he besought her,
''go get dreSsedI'
She laughed like a naughty child.
81 haven't any clothes" she re-
minded him. They're hanging on
hickory limb, or something. Hor-
tense said so."~
TTORTENSE was big, ebony
l. l. laundress. Ashtoreth left her
clothes each night on the floor as
she stepped out of them. Some
time before she woke, HortenSe
washed and ironed them.
But this morning there was a
shower, and Hortense had explained
that little Missy must wait. Ashto-
reth had no other clothes, and wore
Hollis pajanas and dressing gown
through necessity.
'I1l put on your raincoat," she
offered, "if this boudoir scenery
bothers you."
you'd better" he told her grim.
~. saint Anthony himself couldn t
look at you in that outfit"
She secured her hibiscus firmly
in the great coils of heavy hair
that Rugged her ears. And ound
the silk gown about her hips.
HOLLIS appraised her critically.
l. l. eff Mr.. Ziegfeld could see you
now," he informed her, "there'd be
a pajama brigade in the Follies.
Tall, slim girls, with red flowers
behind their ears"
She laughed delightedly.
81 always wanted to go on the
stage" she confessed. 81 suppose
every girl does. I read story once
about a famous Follies queen, you
know. It said that she was quite
& poor girl who lived in Boston.
"She was a bride and her huS-
band wanted to have picture of
her in her wedding gown. But she
was such q thrifty little thing she
wouldn't let him spend the money
She said they'd buy some linoleum
for the kitchen, or some curtains
for the bedroom.
But he coaXed her to a studio
and when she heard him tell the
photographer that they wanted the
very cheapest picture they could
get, she consented to have one
taken.
But when she wasn't listening
her husband told the man to finish
great big beautiful one. And ii
was such a perfectly lovely picture
that the photographer asked her
husbands permission to submit ii
in some beauty contest.
Helen almost had a fit because
it cost so much money. She didn't
feel any better when they told her
she had won first prize either, be-
cause she was so furious with hel
husband for being extravagant.
"You see. she was absolutely
crazy about him and she didn't
care a bit about being famous, OF
a beauty, or anything of the sort
But her husband was so proud
that he persuaded her to go tc
New York to accept the prize. HI
took her to the station and kissed
her good-by. And promised to water
the plants and feed the cat, ano
everything.
And then, all of a sudden, Mr.
ziegfeld, or some one, saw Helen
And they offered her a great big
contract. And everybody startec
calling her the most beautiful CIR.
in the world. :"
"And that, I suppose" interrupt
ed Hollis, twas the end of the poor
adoring husband?"
81 guess it was" agreed Ashto-
retfi. But what I started to say
was-Wasn't it just like fairy
tale? It was too bad, of course
walking out on a loving husband
but just the same :"
Hollis interrupted. Imagine hay
ing a worshiped wife and losine
her-to be glorified for all the
other men in the world. Now if ]
should marry beautiful girl-ant
another man admired her wor-
SHIPPED charmS-do you know what
I'd do?"
Ashtoreth laughed.
mo-" she said. what woulc
you do?"
We'll" Hollis surveyed hel
appraisingly. Sunbeams played ir
her blue-black hair, making il
glisten like a birds sleek wing.
She kept his dressing gowr
Swathed about his lips, but the
hvoad lapels had fallen back.
And the soft curves of her lovely
body showed tantalizingly through
The soft satin of her pajama jacket
Ito Be Continued
Hollis Hart, in the next Ghanter