The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-09-26


this coverlet, Frightening the whole
room.
At the opposite wall was dress
ing table with triple mirrors in
which the girl could see her ref1ec-
ton from where she stood. There
were green taffeta skirts about the
dressing table and an elaborate and
colorful outlay of silver and glass
accessories waiting to be used.
A chaise lounge covered with
printed chintz, an assortment of
comfortable-looking chairs and a
small desk completed the furnish
igs. Small rugs lay on the glisten-
ing, polished surface of the floor
Martha had slipped into the ROOM
behind the girl. She crossed the
floor, opening a door which led to
a coral-tiled bathroom.
The maid busted herself arrang-
ing towels. Then from somewhere
she brought a ruffled chiffon negli-
gee which she laid on the bed with
silken gown.
Can I take your things, rniss?"
Martha stood ready to take Celia's
hat and handbag.
"Oh-yes, thank you'll"
Still uncertainty glancing about
her, Celia moved toward the center
of the room. She went to the door
of the bathroom and surveyed its
cleaning tiles with frank delight.
Then she came back and stood be-
fore the coral bed.
y II
THE maid was still waiting. She
Il seemed a trif1e i'll at ease.
Shall I draw your bath, nliss?"
Celia smiled.
Don't bother" she said, TT can
manage everything myself, I'm
sure"
Still Martha remained. Celia
drew off her jacket and at once the
maid took it. The girl realized,
watching Martha hang the jacket
away, that the older woman was
waiting to assist her in undressing.
It was disconcerting.
Really, I don't need you, Mar
that" she said hesitantly. I'm
used to doing things for myself"
For a moment Martha's eyes were
lowered. Then she looked up and
Celia, reading some indefinite mean
ing in that glance, suddenly felt
that she and this quiet, niddle-aged
woman were to be friends.
VERY well, miss" Martha said, IF
you're sure"
Celia laughed.
yes. I'm quite sure" she said.
Marthas hand was on the door
knob. She turned and looked back
over her shoulder.
Good night. miss" she said softly.
Good night, Martha" Celia an
swered, and the door closed.
Swiftly the girl slipped out of her
clothing. She filled the coral tub
with warm water, stepped in and
splashed about contenedly, all the
while admiring the luxury of the
handsome bathroom. The delicately
scented soaps and bath powder were
a novelty.
Wrapped in a huge towel Celia
came pattering back into the bed
room. She looked down at the neg
ligee and nightgown which had
been laid out for her. Damp ten
drills of chestnut hair, curled tight
by the steam, chung to her flushed
! cheeks.
Celia looked at the silken gar
mentS again, then crossed the room
to where her brown travelling bag
stood. Reaching into the leather
bag she drew out a little white
nightgown made by her mothers
own stitches. 1t went over her head.
Five minutes later Celia was in
bed. Her head scarcely had touched
the pillow before she was asleep.
Morning came with a distinct
surprise.
Celia stretched, rolled over lazily
and wondered what time it was get
ting to be. Late, probably. One
eyelid opened, then blinked shut.
The eyelid opened wider. In an
instant Celia was sitting up in bed,
staring about her. She could not
imagine where she was.
q
yellow sunlight was streaming
L through the green silk curtains
Suddenly the whole thing came
back to her. and presently there
came a light tap at the door.
Who is it?" the girl called out.
Breakfast, Miss Celia"
The door opened slowly and g
maid wh,m Celia had not seen be-
fore appeared, bearing q tray.
L hope I didn't disturb you,
miss" the maid said: but Mrs,
Mitchell ordered breakfast sent UP
to you"
ITS all right" Celia treasured
/ her. Come in
Here was q new situation The
slim young maid wto carried the
breakfast tray was attractive. Her
FURNISHED copper hair was pulled
back prir1ly urder q ruffled linen
| can and she wore ci@u1llre gray