The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-01-07

I about that, / assure you. l Wish l
was one of those women who weep
artistically. 1t must be great as
set"
II should imagine" he laughed,
cit would take a lot of home work" ,
Eyes, 1 suppose So" she sighed,
"and I've no technique at all. Movie
actresses practice in front of their
mirrors. Maybe that would help.
1T must be wonderful to just
have your eyes we'll up with tears
that never spill. And your mouth
sort of culver, and your throat pal
pitate. And your nose never gets
red at all. Nor your face homely."
ToLL1s HART smiled in the
Il Il darkness.
IAN artistic triumph" he con-
coded. But not much of fling,
emotionally speaking. suppose,
though, that when a girls weeping
for effect it's not ah emotional de-
bauch at all. Part of the act, as it
we're
And the whole blooming show
put. on for the benefit of some
hard hearted male. After all,
woman hasn't any weapon like
tears. Now dry yours, like good
child, and III sing you a song"
He picked up his guitar, and
strumming softly, sang, Don't cry,
little girl, don't cry. They have
broken your heart. I know"
stop it," she threatened, "or I'll
cry some more"
well, talk to me then" he COM
manded. Tell me some more about
your mother. Does she still dream
about Cleopatra and Dido?"
But Ashtoreth had told all she
proposed telling about Maize.
mo. I don't think So" she said.
Anyhow. she doesn't talk about it,
If she does"
Does she still believe in rein
carnation?" he asked.
well, not exactly. That is
honestly. I hardly know. She never
mentions it, you see. But she still
insists that Ashtoreth is a lucky
name and that I'm to be blessed
with love and happiness. Gifts, I
suppose, of Lady Moon
That's a pretty notion" he APP
proved. And I think Ashtoreth is
a beautiful name, you know"
I've always hated it myself I'M
til lately" she confessed. "It made
me fearfully self-conSciouS when I
was little. I always had to explain
it TO everybody. Peope were for
ever asking what it meant. Even
tually, of course, it was shortened
to Ash. And that's such grubby
name. I simply abomirate it."
cit doesn't suit you." he said, and
fell silent for a while.
After a few minutes he spoke
again.
ST know a lovely name for you.
Shall I tell you?"
"a name you made up yourself?"
she cried. "Just for me?"
"It'S something you reminded me
Of" he said, "the first time I saw
you. It's a name that wouldn't fit
another girl in all the world quite
as it fits you.'
what is it?" she demanded ex-
citedly.
Orchid" he told her softly. "You
know, my dear, there isn't flower
in all the world quite so much like
you. So chaSte. And remote. Such
a cool, exquisite thing"
LIE spoke very quietly. And
i i raised her fingers to his lips
and kissed them gently
Ashtoreta drew her feet up and
tucked them under her. She loved
the way he made her feel.
So little, and childish. And as if.
by all rights, she should be pro-
tected and adored. She wondered if
he was making love to her.
'It's beautiful. name" she said.
II love it."
Then I shall call you orchid"
he told her. 1T will be my little
tender name for you. My small.
secret name. Shall you like that?"
ooh, that would be sweet" she
exclaimed She was begin
ming to feel like a heroine in a
rather exciting novel. A poor little
Stenographerl
Alone with a millionaire on a
lonely island! In a little bit of a
house on top of the world! With
nobody around nobody, that is, but
ten or twelve servants-and Ash
toreth supposed they didn't COUNT.
MY goodness" she cried, st just
happened to think. I'm thousands
of miles from homeland haven't
even toothbrush! Or a night
gown"