The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-12-26

II I were a man it would be differ
ent. But woman-no! A woman
might steal one of the precious hus-
bands. Little by little I've found
myself dropped by most of the peo-
pie used to know.
Carleton Meade, who was my
husbands closest friend. comes to
call occasionally, but his wife doesn' t
know about it. She is the most
jealous woman in Hollywood. Sus-
piciouS Of every woman Carleton
sees. and in his business he is COM
PEELED to see great many of them.
Howell reflected that the famous
mans interest on the occasion when
he had been present had seemed to
be in Granville Matthews liquor
rather than his wife. But he nod
ded sympathetically.
Married men who were glad
enough to pay clandestine atten-
tons to me while my husband was
living fight shy of any entangle-
ment now. And although my money
would make it possible of fortune
hunters, I'm too wise for them,
Howell.
1--WE lived too long and known too
many men. There isn't a trick they
can spring that I haven't seen done
before and usually better"
Once more the wicked wisdom of
an idol flashed from her eyes.
I'm tired of men," confessed
Lambie. Particularly men of my
own age. They bore me to death. I
crave new ideas and the fresh point
of view only youth can give"
81 can't understand what pleasure
you get from being with me-" How
ell contributed modestly.
That's just it, my dear. Because
you wouldn't see it. I haven't met
any one for years who has given me
as much real happiness"
Howell began to feel uncomfor-
table
81 want you to let me help you,
Howell. Help you as if you really
were my husbands nephew"
He frowned.
ST thought we'd settled that"
Temporarily, yes! But surprising
you were my nephew by marriage;
you'd feel perfectly free to accept
anything I might be able to do for
you. wouldn't you?"
Perhaps"
"Of course you would! I've such a
lot of money and no way of spend
ing it which would give me half as
much fun. Let's just pretend. 1
really am your doting auntie who
wants to do things for you"
What kind of things?"
what kind of things would an
auntie do? Buy you things you
wanted. Give you pocket money"
mot money. 'Lambie.'"
ooh, Howell, why not? Don't be
so miserably self-conscious. If I
we're younger I would offer you my
love, and you would take it. Would
that be less? Money is all I have
6Ildb yOu WOu1o Yale I'LL.
He was glad she realized that;
sorry he'd been so obvious, but it
was better that there should be no
misunderstanding.
Its wonderful of you to want to
help me, 'Lambie,' but you've done
so much for me already don't feel
can accept anything more"
She took his hand and held it,
saying slowly. "You won't refuse
what I am so anxious to offer?
There are no strings attached to it,
Howell"
Il didn't think that"
81 wonder if you didn't? You're
very suspicious"
Meeting her feverish glance with
the honest, questioning eyes of q
boy, he asked, Just what is it you
are trying to get me to do?"
Lambie laughed and taking up
a pocketbook, which lay upon the
table, drew out a crumpled bill
whose denomination he could not
see. She crammed it inside his
pocket.
This is for my adopted nephew.
To help him live like a gentleman
until he is launched in his career.
Howell was afraid to look at it.
He needed money so much. Why
not accept it as q loan? It wasn't
as if she had to work for it. She
wouldn't miss it. Granville Mat
thews had left his widow fortune.
Why shouldn't she help him if he
promised to pay it back?
you've been a peach to me,
Lambie. I'm going to take it as Q