The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-08-17
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CHAPTER FORTY-SIX (Contin-
ued)
I'VE have all the rest Of our lives
Tor that" Give reminded her, struck
by the wonder of it.
He held her with the strength
which twice before in the past she
had called cruel. 1t was the strength
Of steel under velvet She raised
her mouth to his like flower to
the sun.
Suddenly he released her. Bend
ing, he kissed each finger tip.
Your hands" he muttered softly.
They're so lovely"
She was grateful for her beauty
at that moment. She never had
really appreciated it before. 1t was
a gift from the gods and she offered
humble thanks because it made her
pleasing in his eyes.
Suddenly Give said in a fierce
voice: Whatever did you mean
talking that rot the other day about
q divorce?"
She hid her face. It couldn't go
on like this. I thought you weren't
happy, that you wanted to be free. "
His laugh was a triumphant
paean. Looks like it, doesn't it?"
In the mirror Lame caught a
glimpse of the tableau they made.
Gold brown curls tumbled against
cropped fair hair. Peach blown
skin soft against darker cheek.
Blond lace against black broad
cloth.
you mustn't ever leave me-" she
murmured.
His lips closed on hers. "Dyou
think I'm ever going tor"
In the other wing, Tressa Lord
paced to and fro, to and fro, with
measured steps like a lioness.
Every now and again she went to
the window, watching the rose COL
ored lamp behind the thin cur
tains in Lanes room. Presently she
saw a black sleeve appear as a
hand drew the shade. The light
disappeared.
Tressa said an ugly word and
began to pack her bags.
CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN
TINE sun shone through the rose
l. colored curtains. 1t touched
the pale eastern rug with its splen-
dor. Lame stretched, yawned, re-
membered. A smile curved her lips.
Turning, she stared at the door
which separated her room from
Gives. Always before it had stood
closed. For the servants benefit it
had not been locked. Now it stood
wide open.
The sound of splashing water
came to her from the bathroom be-
yond. A young man sang in his
tub.
She called, "Clive!" Even the
sound Of his name on her lips made
her smile for sheer wonder. He did
not hear, so she tiptoed to the in
tervening door and closed it softly.
In her own tiled sanctuary she
showered herself briskly. She
slipped into the briefest of silken
things. The tube of white silk she
shrugged over her head was called
a tennis dress. She contemplated
herself with pleasure, innocent and
artless. She was glad she was
lovely for his sake.
When he came in, looking very
young and stall and somehow shy,
she was brushing out her hair It
lay in a cloud around her Shout
ders. She stopped, confused, brush
in hand.
"I-oh, I meant to be ready be-
fore you'll"
The smile he gave her held a rare
quality, something Of tenderness,
something of worship.
He placed a note in her hand.
Wonderingly Lame read in Tressa's
bold script, IT give up. You're two
rare fools. suppose a sentimental
ist would say this proves you welo
meant for each other. It's too late
to say I'm sorry for what happened
last night. I am, honestly.
You were decent to me, saving
my last penny as you did, and it
was no way to repay, making a
scene. Perhaps I'll not see you
again. This is to say I wish you
we'll"
Give said, Shed messed up her
affairs and I Strengthened some of
them out. I'm sorry for her. She
was brought up to think money
grew on hedges. Now she knows
better"
Lame, in the curve of his arm,
sighed a little. I'm sorry for her,
too. Sorry for any one who isn't as
happy as am"
He asked, do you mean that?"
and kissed her without waiting for
an answer.
Together they went down to
breakfast. The coffee was pure
nectar that morning. No one ever