The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-01-22

Fannie was right. Maize, who
couldn't bear to refuse anybody
anything, had been persuaded to
admit chosen few, selected as
spokesman for the group. When
Fannie found that out, she bribed
the janitor, and waited in the hall,
while he delivered note.
Maize read it, and admitted Fan
ME. Belle and Vina and Johnny
Mahoney smiled when they saw her.
They knew Fannie's favorite ruse.
For ten years she had been getting
away with it.
The note she had written read
like this: Dear Miss Ashe: Please
let me see you for only a minute.
am new reporter and this is my
first important assignment. 1t
means my job to me. I will be
fired if you refuse. Please"
1t was Fannie who wanted mes
sage for stenographers.
And Belle who asked about the
nightgoWns.
Vina was thirsting for the story
of the romance :. From the very
beginning, please, Miss Ashe."
Johnny looked foolish, and asked
her if she liked children. 1t was
then that VIVA asked if she believed
in companionate marriage. And
should a woman have career?
They persuaded Ashtoreth to pose,
with Maize, for flashlight. With
Maizie sitting in the big divan, and
Ashtoreth on the arm, looking ten
derby into each others eyes.
Then they wanted pictures of
Ashtoreth with her knees crossed.
And someone asked if she had
picture of Hollis that she could be
looking at, very soulfully, for a time
exposure. 1t was getting light by
that time.
4 T six o'clock Maize made
A coffee, and cut an apple pie.
Vina scrubbed on the corner of
an envelope, Just folksey," and
wondered how soon money would
spoil the two of them. Ashtoreth,
they decided, was probably in love.
And darn clever, if she wasn't.
At last it was over. Half-past
seven.
Lie down for little while,
honey" besought Maize you'll
want to be looking your best, dar-
ling-and the circles you got under
your eyes-oh, mech ny!"
But, NUNS, how can I! There's
700 much to do
Maize was so near to tears that
she must pretend to be very busy.
Opening Ashtoreth's bags. Shaking
out frocks. Folding and unfolding.
And packing again.
I'm going to draw a nice warm
you're to take little nap. Mr.. Hart
told me you'd go straight to New
York, and you can get whatever
clothes you need there"
Mother! You mustn't call him
Mr.. Hart. +. Why, Nuns, he's just
about your son-in-law already"
Ashtoreth laughed Historically.
did you know, darling, he wants
to go to Paris? And he says you're
to move right down to the Copley
Plaza, Mother. And stay there-or
anywhere in the world you want
until we come back again. Then
we're going to take house, Nuns
and you're to live with us, for
ever and ever"
| NHoi1io Ioaoo,,c.
most likely-snorted. Maizie never
was a. gracious person.
ME at the Copley Plaza" she
-scoffed. Say, wouldn't that be
SWELL
Mums-Munsie, dear did
you like him?" Asftoreth
stroked her mothers hand. "Don't
you think he's sweet, Mot.er?"
Sweet! Humph . He'd better
be sweet"
Maize scowled belligerently.
whats that he kept calling you.
Orchid? ~What does he mean
-'Orchid'?"
"Oh, he says I remind him OF
orchids, Mother. It's SO darling Of
him. He says I'm exquisite, and
chaste-and all the loveliest things
you ever heard.
Like an orchid, you see-sort of
cool and remote Oh, of course
it's just too silly. dear But
isn't it adorable?" Ashtoreth
smiled rapturously.
A ND Maize, holding her daugh-
1 n ter's face between her plump
pink palms, prayed in her heart
that life-and Hollis should always
be kind to Ashtoreth.
Because, thought Maize, there
aren't many such beautiful smiles in
the world, and fate would be cruel,
indeed, If the most beautiful smile
of them all should perish.
The hours flew. And they
laughed little, and cried little.
And planned little. And Ash
toreth slept, while Maize cried a
little more Then Hollis came, and
spirited her baby away.
Maize did not want to see the
ceremony. She was afraid, she said,
she would cry. What she meant
was that she thought her heart
would break.
SO Ashtoreth and Hollis were mar
ried in Mr.. Higginbottom's office,
with only two stenographers to see.
81, Ashtoreth (she touched her
pearls with her finger tips, take
thee, Hollis (t,,e richest man in
Boston, =. oh, dear, it was dread
full. the thoughts that went.
| drought a girls mind, when she
was getting married. For better,
for worse for better, thank GodD
For richer, for poorer -. (she
smiled a lovely. misty Snnilel Hollis