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afternoon frocks and dinner gowns. |
With hats, and scarves, ard lingerie |
! to match. 1t was tremendously ex-
citing, and lots of fun. But AShto-
reth was growing restless. And, |
sometimes, she was homesick.
Maize had written by every boat.
Sadie, she said, went to see Dan |
Corum the day Ashtoreth was mar
ried. She felt just awful about the |
things she said, and hoped Ashto-
reth would forgive her.
She was back at the fat, and lots
of company. The bank deposit Hol-
lis had made to Maizie's account
was still untouched, and please God,
she'd never go near it. For she
might be poor, but she still had her
pride.
When she read her mothers let
tiers, AShtoreth was always filled |
with a tremendous urge to go out
and buy things. Silk dresses, and |
bottles of perfume and scented face
powders. Gloves, and a silk UNI
brella, with a jade duck for 9,
handle.
| An antelope handbag and ma
terial for an evening gown-poppies
and morning glories in sea OF
olivering silver tissue. She sent
them all to Maizie, with oceans OF
love, and innumerable little crosses
that stood for kisses.
Maize never said anything about |
Monty. But AShtoreth always looked |
for him, as she walked along the |
avenues, or stopped at the sidewalk
cafes for cafe au lait, and crisp, |
sweet croissants.
Sometime - somewhere - she was
going to bump into him. She had
felt it, in her bones, ever since that
night when she dreamed he was IN
a dark corner, and some one was
dropping anchors on him.
IRON Paris they went to Venice.
Il Godoliers with sasheS, and rib
bonS f1uttering from sailor RATS such
as little girls used to wear. poled
them up and down the Grand Canal.
But it was cold on the water. And
even the pigeons, pecking apathetic-
ally in st. Marks square, were shiv-
ering.
Venice had been Ashtoreth's idea.
But now that she was there, it was
cruelty disappointing.
81 told you," reminded Hollis,
that it wasn't the season"
But you didn't want to go to
London, either" she argued.
"Of course not. It's deathly in
London now, Egypt is the only place
in midwinter."
But don't want to go to Egypt"
she proteste dunreasonably. Moth
! ing but a lot of cid mummies, and
the desert. Let's go back to Paris"
So they motored along the Italian
riviera, through Nice and de
Grasse, where perfumes are made
from real flowers.
And Ashtoreth bought quarts of
distilled fragrance for Maize, and
sent them on the Leviathan, in a
special mail sack, so they wouldn't
be spilled.
DACK in Paris, she decided to
ID take French lessons. And cook
ing lessons at the Gordon Bleu.
And riding lessons in the Bois. She |
felt quite important, hurrying from
one apartment to another
But, when she had nothing more |
to do she used to envy the shop |
girls, and the models, whose lives |
were full and busy, as hers was
once.
Hollis had insisted that she en-
gage a maid. An English woman,
to draw her bath, and pick her
clothes up off the floor. To comb |
her hair and slip her feet in the
little humming bird mules.
And bring her chocolates and
croissants in bed. AS matter of
fact, it was Hollis who engaged the
woman. Ashtoreth herself would
never have dared talk to lady's
maid. The womans name was
Mabel Moggs, and she rather over
awed her mistress.
Hollis was somewhere playing
tennis. Ashtoreth didn't play, and
she didn't like to watch. He had
driven out in the Hispano- Suiza,
and she had planned to poke around
little by herself.
Hollis had never taken her to
Saint Chapelle, or to see his fla
vorite girl in all the world"-the
Madonna of Notre Dame.
Ashtoreth wondered if it was be-
cause he was disappointed in her.
If Paris had ceased to be the love-
ly adventure for him it used to be.
And if that was because she was
not to him all the things he had
dreamed.
Well, she'd go to those places her.
self, and tell him, afterward, that
she had been.
She would show him that she
was appreciative IF art and beauty
and history. Sne bought guide
book, and set out determinedly.
The day was warm, like spring in
Boston. And there were lovely
things poisoning in the flower
market.
Hyacinths, that made her think of
Maize, and mauve tulips, and
daffodils. She bought a bunch of
violets for four francs.
sixteen cents!" she thought.
why, they'd be three dollars at
homei" :. And she gave the old
flower woman the change from a
ten-franc note. 1t was pleasant to
enjoy an overwhelming amount OF
gratitude and appreciation for
twenty-four cents.
She pinned the violets to the
collar of her squirrel coat. and re-
membered that her little felt hat
was the same shade.
She knew she looked very beauti-