The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-07-20
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gayety as she bowed to burly man
in blue suit.
That's Hinty, the fighter. Met
him at Adele's Friday for tea.
Rather fun. Everybody pulled his
leg and he didn't know 1t. I adore
fighters, don't your"
Tressa, appealed TO, said, 'T don't
know any"
"Oh, but you should It's very
chic this season. Van. don't take
me to Cannes until next week. Want
to see Hinty at Madison Square
Garden on Friday"
Van dropped his lids. 'I thought
you were going to the Garrisons'
dinner?"
Muriel clasped her hands in mock
dismay. Heavens, Van! Don't ask
me to do thatl I'd die Of boredom
at the Garrisons. Get me out of
it. I must see Hinty in his little
green shorts. They say he's the
cutest thingl"
Fanny Amberton, having listened
to quite enough of this, began to
draw On her gloves.
mo, don't get up, Van. I'm lust
running ever to speak to Lady De-
venant. Hold the check for me,
Tress. I'll be back in moment"
Muriel drawled, Il want to put
on a new face, Van. See you on the
Madison street side in fifty"
He started to make his farewells,
but TresSa halted him. mind
stopping for a minute, Van? Muriel
will take ages doing her mouth with
lip red"
He turned his dark, curiously in
scrutable gaze upon her.
Tressa smiled. 'Do sit down.
Fanny will be back in a minute, but
there's something particularly I
want to say to you"
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
THUMP-THUNPl BonrI The
Il great drum beat out a Jungle
dirge and the 'saxophone walled TO
heaven. Occasionally the man with
the brasses abandoned his multiple
instruments Of torture and rose to
add his nasal voice to the clan1or.
The beat went on and on endless.
~. Lame, dancing with Give, felt
herslf grow Imply weary. Tireless.
the musicians 1abored on. adding
balls and cymbal to the cacophonv.
Now the man with the brasses
was wailing mournfully. His woes
seemed to be the woes of the world
No one in the Alexis Club paid him
any heed.
The girls stuff1ed around in the
arms Of their escorts, their young
faces curiously mask-like in the
shifting lights. They danced with
out effort, almost without spirit. The
music led them a melancholy pace.
Lame thought, "This might go
on forever" Quite suddenly she
wanted to scream. No wonder Mrs.
Cleespaugh had objected to the ex-
petition.
The girl knew in her heart that
she was being fanciful, but all at
once there seemed something curl
ouSly depraved in the atmosphere
of this place.
She sensed the grimness back of
the walters almost cringing OBJ
sequiousness, the threat back of the
dinner-coated captains oily well
come.
I'm slightly touched in the
head" she said lightly to Give as
they threaded their way past in
Vulnerable tables at the dances in
terminable end. docs it seem to
you that there is something vague
ly menacing about this placer"
Curious you should say that"
Give observed. II had felt it my
self. Never been here before. It's
new and Tressa was anxious to
come. She said Van recon-
mended it,"
"Oh, it's nothing, really" Lame
shrugged. "Just my imagination,
suppose. I've been reading too
many stories Of battle and sudden
death among gangsters."
Give said thoughtfully, II Won
Sler."
nACK at the table Tressa with
D young Lambert Hammond was
slipping a pale amber drink and
looking like a great lady on SUM
ming party.
She was magnificent tonight in a
sheath-nke frock of gold tissue. 1t
fitted her as if she had been melted
and poured into it. Lame, in her
white satin, felt like girl graduate
beside her.
ooh, Give" began Tressa ami
mately, "I see the Wayne Hopkinses
over in the corner. Take me over
like a sweet thing. Bert and Wayne
don't speak, or I'd ask him."
Give threw swift glance at
Lame. go along!" she told him.