The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-08-04
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RODE an aquaplane with the grace OF
humming bird
She reread the words, He has
been appointed to some diplomatic
post in the Balkans" Then what
she had been praying for was tc
come to pass. She never would sec
him again She would put him oui
Of her life as if he never had ex-
listed.
But at the thought her heart ga
a sickening plunge She did wan
to see him just once more, to hear
his voice. to touch his hand Wa
that too much to ask? She woult
treasure those memories. She woulS
keep them in her heart until sh'
was old.
Give came up behind her, very
cool and splendid in his white fan
nels.
Mail from home?"
She gave him the letter and he
read 1t unsmiling
"Muriel sounds happy, doesn't
she?"
"On the crest" Something in his
tone touched Lame profoundly. He
was staring modify out to sea.
She sprang up, the skirt of her
perfect yellow sports frock blowing
in the breeze. She had a white hat
crushed down on her bronze hair.
In the shadow her eyes looked dark.
mischievous. Let's go places"
"AI right. How about the yacht?"
I'D rather drive. Let's have tea
at the Spanish place we saw yester-
day."
Right. III order the car around"
Old ladies watched as they swung
through the beautiful courtyard.
The girl, so young and fresh and
utterly charming, the man so deb
onair Lucky, lucky youngsters"
moaned the old ladies, thinking of
their long dead youth.
CHAPTER THIRTY SIX
IT was concert afternoon at the
L Miramar For want of something
more exciting to do, Give and Lame
had wandered in and settled them
selves to listen.
The first part of the program had
been ordinary. A pale young man
with nervous mien had played the
violin indifferently. Now girl in
a copper-colored dress got up to
sing.
They consulted their programs.
The song was 1.-THE Flight" and
the words were by Sara Teasdale.
Lame closed her eyes. The song
tore at her heart. Sweet and clear
as the flute notes, perfect and sepa-
rate as fallen drops of crystal, the
words emerged from the background
of the accompaniment.
Look back with longing eyes, and
know that I will follow.
Lift me up in your love as a light
wind lifts swallow.
Let out fight be far in sun or
blowing rain
But what if I heard my first love
calling me again?
Hold me on your heart as the
brave sea holds the foam.
Take me far away to the hills that
hide your home.
Peace shall thatch the roof and
love shall latch the door
But what if I heard my first love
calling me once more?"
There were tears in her eyes and
she old not know it. The lump in
her throat threatened to suffocate
her. She did not dare to look at the
man beside her.
LIE made a sudden movement
IL said softly in her ear, do YOU
mind If we clear out? The airs
rather heavy in here"
With eyes downcast she followed
him. BY the time they had reached
the lawn she was composed again.
Give lit cigaret and gazed out to
sea.
Mice voice that girl had" he
said conversationalIy.
Lame nodded. She had not known
what traitorous thing memory
could be. Half an hour before she
would have sworn that she had put
Van Robard completely out of her
mind.
Now memories stung her like
whips and the old pain in her heart
began to throb again.
Want to bathe?" Give asked sud-
denly, seeming not to notice any
thing amiss. 1t was not the hour
for bathing, but she assented gladly.
Anything to occupy her mind.
When she emerged in her white
and scarlet jersey he eyed her with
approval.
you've completely lost that
prison pallor," Give said.