The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-11-14

/ Bruce, partly because her nominal
status as matron gave Mary chap
eronage, of a sort.
Mary wondered whether he had
not regretted his hospitality since
for that lady, with a quick eye to
her own advantage, had immediate
" set about winning over Bruce's
/ father with the most unctuous
coquetry at her command.
Well, he did not seem to be re-
coiling from it too visibly, she de-
cided, as she glimpsed the white
linen clad form Of the old man
seated on a divan in a far corner
of the lobby, the countess beside
nim.
Although there was ample room
on that long couch, she sat closely
at his side, her plump white hand
patting his arm. Bruce stood, look
ing about in bored manner.
With an effort, Mary forced her
self to go forward, since they were
evidently waiting for her.
"Ah, there you arel" the countess
cried as Mary and Bates came up.
You will come with us, yes?" She
dislodged one hand from Jupiter's
arm to place it supplicatingly upon
Bates tweed sleeve. An expression
of exaggerated eagerness lighted
her face, the heavy red lips were
parted childishly.
She seemed to be asking some
priceless boon, when as a matter
of fact she merely was asking him
to dinner. Mary looked away in
disgust.
I'VE celebrate my winnings" the
other woman prattled on. She
cuddled the old mans arm within
her own, lowered her voice coquet-
tishly. These people must be made
gay. They are very bad gamblers,
these foolish ones-they bet on the
favorite!"
She lifted sleepy, malicious eyes
to Mary, let them slip over the girl
insolently, before turning to The
old man again. "One should nev-air
bet on the favorite to win, Monsieur
Jupiter, isn't that SOP"
II Il
DRUCE interrupted smoothly, ad-
ID dressing no one in particular.
Louise proposes dinner party.
She is entranced with the Ambas-
sador roof, which is all dressed up
for tomorrow nights fete.
AS a commentary upon her taste,
I regret to say the decorations con-
sist principally of red balloons" The
countess and he exchanged a quick,
unreliable glance. Mary was sure
there was unfriendlinesS in it, but
she had no interest in the love
spats of such disagreeable pair.
"Old Man" Jupiter lifted his stiff
frame from the diyan with an eff
fort. Lets go eat" he said,
shortly.
The countess pouted. ooh, but
we must dress f1rst!" she walled,
in mock dismay. Jupiter said, "Well,
hurry up!" and sank down again.
The countess eyes glittered for an
instant, but she took Bruce's arm
and departed.
Evidently Jupiter meant to cling
to his linens. but Bates agreed
cheerfully. He was enjoying him
self.
Mary said YEARLY, "I'1l go, too.
I've quarts of dust down my back"
She did not want to report her fail
ure to Mr. Jupiter just then.
Under the door of her room she
found a slip of paper, a printed
blank headed Telephone Calls"
Beneath was written: Call Mr..
Bowen at Shore 81" So he was
there! Happily she heard him an
swer her pleased "Hello!"
"Were you at the track this after
noon?" she asked. 1t seemed in
credible that she could have missed
him.
Her eyes burned. her head ached,
she was almost sun-blind from that
constant searching, searching of
faces. Where were your"
where was I? Back in the pad
dock, sister, getting an earful. Want
to buy horse?"
"a horse? What on earth for?'
For the price of her oats. She
won't be much good as a racer. De
Iona kicked hell out of her for
throwing a race, I understand
Ito Be COntinued)