The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-01-26

must have been some baby. I'd sure
like to see the place she did her
stuff"
you haven't been to Versailles
YETI"
"No-that's why I'm going now"
"And my company didn't have a
thing to do with it?"
mot a darn thing"
TIE settled himself comfortably
L L and extracted a cigaret from
the silver box at his elbow.
"It's a great life, Ash, isn't itP"
She sighed YEARLY.
Great, Monty"
what are you moaning about
them" He surveyed her through
cloud of drifting smoke. What's
the big idea, signing Ike that?"
She gave a nervous little laugh.
did I sigh, Monty? Maybe I'm
tired"
Tired Of what?" he asked
sharply.
ooh 7 don't know. Everything.
Nothing. Nothing In particular, I
NEAR"
And everything in general. So
that's 1t, is it2''
Ashtoreth threw herself petu-
lantly In the farthest corner Of the
deep leather seat,
ooh Monty, for heavens sake,
stopl What's the matter with
your"
Matter with ne7" he repeated
gently. why, there's nothing the
matter with me, dear. It's all the
matter with you"
You're a nice sunshiny little
compartment" she Knocked what
are you trying to do-sell me the
idea that life's all wrong7"
He inhaled reflectively, and
smoke came flowing from his nose
and mouth before he answered her.
Maybe I was" he admitted.
''well, let's change the subject
then"
But the subject, it seemed. was
not easy to change.
''I don't know what's the matter
with me-" she confessed, after they
had driven in silence for a mile or
two. "But I certainly do feel blue"
"It's the love and the laughter of
friends you need" announced
Monty. Probably you're homesick,
Ash"
mo, it's not that" She bit the
tip of her glove meditatively. and
bit so hard that presently the
pointed tip Of a cleaning finger
nail came poking through. TITS
not that, Monty. It's-don't laugh
at mel" she cautioned.
Never" he promised.
well It's sort Of spirit
ual depression" she explained.
"As If" he prodded. you'd sold
your soul for a mess of pottage?"
A SHTORETH WINGED. i
IA You're making fun of mel"
she protested.
Tears came to her eyes, and she
winked so hard to keep them back
that she could feel her nose get
ting red. She powdered it vigor-
ously from slim gold vanity.
you might sell your autobiog-
raphy to one Of the True Story
magazines" suggested Monty wick
edly. "'T Married Millions and
Hunger for Love The Amazing
Life Story OF Girl Who Loved
Wisely. But Not Too Well Nice
Please. Monty" she cried.
You're not being funny a bit. And
you know perfectly well that Hollis
Is simply crazy about me-"
"Oh, sure" he agreed. 1.-THE poor
sap"
Ashtoreth sat up very straight.
You're being absolutely insult
ing" she told him hotly. I'm sure
I don't know why I should endure
your insolence."
Neither do To- he conceded. 81
got my mad money. Want me to
get out and walk?"
Now you're trying to be funny
again!"
Monty snuffed his cigaret in a
HtCle SILVER tray.
| There's no pleasing you, he
drawled. "a nice easy chap like
me to get along with. I don't
know what's the matter with you,
Ash?"
Neither do II" she cried. "Only
please-please, Monty-be good to
mel"
She reached for his hand, and
held It on her knee.
81 don't know" she confessed
whats the matter with me. Only
I'm so miserably disconnected.
Montyi Oh, I know. I shouldn't
talk like this. It's wretched of me.
I've the best husband that ever
lived. He's perfectly wonderful. -"
CHE put her handkerchief to her
~ mouth A wisp Of lace, that
waited a whisper of sachet. Hollis
had bought 1t In the convent where
she had brought her linens to be
monogrammed.
He mad remarked that It was
strange, the things nuns work on.
Bridal nightgowns. And little
clothes for babies that are the fruit
Of love.
at IS odd that they should spend
their lives" he said, ION exquisite
fripperies for women that are be-
loved of men,"
It WAS a beautiful handkerchief
but not very practical. Ashtoreth
wiped her eyes daintily. It wasn't
big enough to blow her nose on.
Nov see here" Monty patted
her knee consolingly. mo tears
now. We don't want any crying"
who's going to cryi" she de-
manded angrily. "oh, Monty, you
make me sick. Here I'm only look
ing for little sympathy, and -
Brides shouldn't look for sym
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