The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-09-04


He seemed but little pleased.
Even to giving up artificial
beauty aids?" he pressed. And not
having aspirations for a career?"
This time Helen answered with
less sureness.
Well" she said. sometimes
when the other girls are planning
their future
You find it bit irksome to close
your mind to the call of this new
freedom?"
Its very fascinating to think
what you could do" Helen admit
TED.
More fascinating than dedicating
your life to me, letting me assume
the responsibility for your future?'
There was a faint touch Of re-
proach in his voice, a note Helen
could not endure.
"Oh, don't think I ever forget
how wonderful you've been. Leno.
To take a baby girl and bring her
up as though she we're your own
dsu-" She paused, then hurried
OF, mot just to put her away and
forget all about her. /. 1 think
you've been Splendid!"
I'm glad you didn't quite say as
my own daughter, Helen" Brent re-
marked. I've never felt paternal
toward you" He drew her to him
the slightest bit and Helen closed
her eyes. But he did not kiss her.
Then you won't fail me?" he
asked after a moment of silence in
which he weighed his new knowl-
edge of her. Helen opened her eyes
and turned her face to stare at him.
Fail you?" she reported.
will you stick to me, no matter
what I tell you, or ask of you?"
Helen's answer came from a heart
too devoid of guile to suspect him
o. an unworthy motive.
I'D do anything for you, Leno.
You know that"
ORIENT nodded. I'll remind you
D of those words when 1 take you
away from here" he assured her
solmenly. In the meantime, let's
dine"
"And dance" Helen added, Striv-
ing to overcome the gravity that
somehow had come with his words.
Its heavenly to dance with you,
Leno."
Brent helped her out of the car
without replying. He feared her ex-
uberance might turn to gushing; it
never had, but Helen, he knew, was
fairly tingling with life, with the
throb and pulsations of youth stand
ing on the Threshold Of adventure
He long ago had worn off the nov
city of living and he had no inten-
ton of trying to renew the kick. 1t
would be utter boredom to him to
talk about thrills. He simply would
not view the world through Helens
eyes.
She sighed a bit as they walked
to the entrance of the inn. What
night! And what a companion!
There wouldn't be man present
to compare with him.
Tall, thin, with the lean perfection
of greyhound. in superbly fitting
dinner clothes. his hair just touched
with gray at the temples, he made q
strikingly distinguished figure.
Helen walked proudly before him
as the captain led them to their IA
vorite table.
Good evening. Mr.. Brent" The
mans tone when he greeted them
had barely escaped being obsequious.
Helen always had the feeling of be-
ing in the company of some one of
vast Importance when she was with
Leonard Brent.
And had there been a royal family
in America, she was certain that
Leno would have received as much
attention as the crown prince.
Whats right for night like
thiS?" Brent asked when they we're
seated and a waiter lowered at his
elbow. The captain had fingered to
see to their comfort in person. Now
he offered seasonable suggestions
with evident anxiety to please.
Spanish melon? Consomme? A
duckling. perhaps, with orange
sauce, and an apple salad? Straw
berry mousse, or patiSSerie Fran
caise?"
Brent left the choice of desserts
10 Helen, ordering none for himself.
She chose in favor of the mousse.
Before their first course was
brought the dance music burst out
with a call that was irresistible to
Helen.