The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-01-03
cHAPrER xxIII-(continued)

CHAPTER XXIII-(Continued
(That was calculated to make
Mr.. Hart think that Maize was
quite casual about transatlantic
royages, and all that sort Of thing
--Maizie who'd never been any
farther on boat than NantasketD
And. as I said, she simply
couldn't get away. SO she dug up
a chaperon for me. And the very
last minutes the woman came down
with scarlet fever, or diphtheria, or
something-after we'd made our
reservations and everything.
We'll then mother wasn't going
to let me go-but leased and
leased. And finally she consented.
OF course It was dreadfully uncon-
ventional, and my mothers such
a terribly formal creature!"
A sHTORETHS cheeks were
N burning. 1t was probably the
most elaborate lie she had ever
told.
But she simply couldn't let Mr..
Hart think they didn't know how
TO do things. Almost all moneyed
people had such a respect for the
conventions.
Mr.. Hart looked very sympathetic.
why, I'm awfully sorry you
we're ILL.," he told her. you're look.
ing perfectly radiant now"
"Oh, I'm not" she protested. I'm
a perfect wreck. It's been the most
dreadful voyage!"
"Dreadful!' he exclaimed. I'D
have thought you'd find it delight
full"
ooh. the weather was lovely" she
admitted. And it was nice boat
and everything like that. But had
the most terrible experiences. Hon
estly, I feel just like I'd lived a
regular novell'
She played with her ice cream.
Coconut ice cream, with coconut
grated over it, and the milk of the
fruit for a sauce.
"It's perfectly delicious - this
tropical sundae," she remarked, po-
litely.
Don't change the subject" he
begged. won't you tell me about
those terrible experiences"
why" she hesitated. .Peo-
pie from the boat were coming
down the street. She could see
them through the open door. The
Simpson sisters, and Mrs. Hatch,
and Mr.. and Mrs. Dunks.
They had all disapproved of her
highly. What if they came in the
shop, and Mr.. Hart, who would
surely know them for passengers
off the boat, noticed that they did
not speak to her?
"All right" she said. "I'll tell
you'll I hardly know how to begin
things moved so fast and furi-
ous.'
"They always do on a boat" he
remarked. TITS remarkable-events
that, in the ordinary course of
things, would transpire over a pc
Rod of years, all get crammed into
a single voyage. Romances bios
som over night. And the most
phlegmatic people do the most
tempestuous things. I suppose it's
the moon, and the stars-and the
long, lazy days. They certainly
have a way of undoing us-but
didn't mean to interrupt. Please
tell me-"
well" she said, ito begin with
there was an Englishman named
Jack Snythe. And there was the
loveliest girl you ever saw named
Mona de Musset. Mona roomed
with me. And it seems this Mr.
Smythe had met her somewhere
before. and made love to her and
everything.
'He told me he was studying law
at Harvard-but it seems he writes.
Probably he goes to law school
tool don't know. Anyhow lie pub
lshed this book, and it was all
about Mona. And, of course, she
was perfectly furious.
"They had the most awful fight.
And Mona had a hemorrhage.
Ashtoreth dropped her face in
her hands, and shivered.
oh" she cried. "it was dread
full Poor Mona had tuberculosis.
She'd had it for years and years,
and knew all about it. But you see,
she was so brave, she wasn't
bit afraid to die. :"
There we're tears in AShtoreth's
eyes.
A SHTORETH raised the jade or
n naments about her neck.