The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-07-22
Nice doodabs you're

miringly. Nice doodabs you're
sporting"
Lame looked down at the pearls
on her throat. They are" she
agreed. They've been in my
fance's family for years. They're
so precious I'm afraid to wear
them, really, but he wanted me to
tonight"
80 you're joining up with the
Junior Leaguers," Chuck Desmond
murmured. How d'you think youu
like it?"
Lame flushed and looked away.
She said TELL me about the prince.
What's he really like2"
Chuck Desmond said shrewdly,
II didn't mean to butt in. Sorry.
Well, he's swell guy. but not at a
racket like this. Too ha-cha-cha.
He's on parade. Can't be himself"
Desmond said "Cheery-ho" as
Give. somewhat stifhy, cut in
again.
known that fellow long?" Give
asked in a voice just a shade too
casual.
az met him at the theater last
summer" Lane explained. He's
nice. Lot Of fun"
Give said Hum" in a noncom-
initial manner. Lane almost gig
gled. She never had before seen
him give an impersonation Of the
protective male.
She was sitting in the Cleespaugh
box a few moments later when Des-
mond and that Respondent figure
appeared in the doorway.
His Highness wishes to be pre-
sented to madenoiselle," nuttered
the newspaper man, an audacious
CLEAN in his eye. Give had risen,
stood glowering.
But Mrs. Cleespaugh was plainly
delighted. Great lady that she was,
she found room in her heart to
defer to royalty.
''Ma'mselle honors me with this
dancer" the prince inquired after
the formalities had been completed.
T lane went down the long stair
A. way with her gloved fingers
resting lightly on the arm of that
sky blue jacket. She passed Tressa
who favored her with cool, inter
ested stare. Tressa was sinuous
and lovely in black.
She thought childishly that it
would be nice if Van Robard might
be there to see her dancing with
the Prince. Make him sorry.
Sorry for what?
All this seemed the veriest fabric
OF dream. The room, the SHIN
mering fabrics, the music, the scent
Of rare perfumes.
Most unreal of all seemed Lame
herself, an insubstantial figure in
pale rose goSsamer, treading the
measure with a prince of the blood
In half minute" she thought
I'll wake up to find myself on the
folding bed in the apartment. reach
ing Tor the alarm clock and dashinp
to get breakfast.
His hlghness said, "'MademoiseIIe
Waltzes as if on air"
Lame smiled up at him eft is
my partner who dances well" she
returned.
She thought, I'm Cinderella. What
II the clock strikes IL?
1hey danced into a little covert
OF chrySanthemums and sill1en
hangings. 'Rest?' her escort asked
one grows fatigued?"
Not at ALL" Lame assured him
But already he was drawing out a
little gilt chair. offering her a
cigaret.
'Mademoiselle does not wish?
But how refreshing!" He marveled
at her. "Ah, this is pleasant"
They were a little Withdrawn from
the ballroom. The music came to
them family muted. Lame THOUGHT
OF Give whose blue eyes would
search the dancers for her in vain.
The Prince lifted curtain which
concealed a little door. 'This leads
to the balcony" he said softly. Let
us find ourselves some air. / perish
here
The little winding stair indeed led
to tiny gallery with French windows.
"Ah, you are cold" mourned the
prince, noting that Lame shivered.
Permit me. I go to get cloak"