The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-05-17
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE Con
tinued.


He doesn't in the least want to
60" Sandra FASTENED to assure him.
"Its his mother-she' most anxious
for him to have a rest"
Well, well, it's none Of my af-
far, I supposed Ring the bell will
You there's a good girl? I want my
coffee now
That was all Sandra wisely said
no more. So far as she was con-
cerned the western trip was settled.
And she had, she congratulated
herself, skidded nicely over the thin
ice Of Hetty's discharge.
Usually, she consulted her father
on all household matters. Not that
he wished to be bothered, but he
was jealous of his authority, and or
dinarily she would not have dis
missed a servant without having
first gone over the matter with him.
CHE still turned sick with rage
- whenever she thought Of
Hetty and the scene on the eve
ming after the party.
How dared she speak to Sandra in
that way? 1t had been uncomfortable,
The things Hetty had said And
james, He had been little bet
ter. To think-Sandra felt the slow
color burn her cheeks-that she had
treated him so well, like an equal
really. and then such ingratitudel
Sandra clenched her fists, re-
Numbering Mrs Peterman had
assured her next day that James
and Het'y had gone of together
Sandra had thought better OF
James It all proved how wrong
ones Judgment could be.
She had thought James had pos
sibilities. It was just as we'll the
pair Of them had gone to the city
to Cincinnati, Mrs Peterman had
said. You never knew how a girl
like Hetty might talk. Not that
any one believed servants gossip
Still
Sandra supposed she had been
just trifle injudiciOus with
James. But that was all. She
couldn't help it if men admired her
and showed it, could she? 1t wasn't
that she was flirt-never that.
Flirting was cheap. Maybe there
was some quality about her that
men simply couldn't resist. Any
how she hoped James wouldn't
babble to Hetty about the time he
and Sandra had picnicked together.
That awful girl would be sure to
misunderstood.
How like a flaming fury she'd
looked that night! Sandra, SILVER
ing afterward in the privacy of her
room had acknowledged she'd been
a bit frightened.
Well. they'd left Belvedere, so that
was all right. She had nothing to
worry about. They'd have to get
tlOng without references from her.
She had told James so very coldly
the next morning.
Not going any place tonight.
child?' Her fathers question in
terrupted her train of thought.
She shook her head, smiling
family. I'm rather tired. turned
down several invitations. Want to
rest
It wasn't true but Sandra had to
keep face. She was to be truthful,
rather frightened of an evening
alone. Restless, on edge.
That's why she went dashing off
whenever she became bored. But
YOU couldn't do that all your life,
Sandra considered. And people had
way of being Disappointing, no
matter where one went. She was,
she thought. rather perfect in her
turnouts-clothes, makeup, every
thing.
She knew how to be genuinely
charming. Pretty enough, every one
said. to be in pictures or on the
stage. Why not? But she didn't
seem to want to stick to anything.
Perhaps she hadn't found herself
yet
Last year, when she'd been in
New York, she'd been so bored she
had even tried getting some work
as an extra in a studio. They were
making a picture in that big place
over on Long island.
She had known a girl there, some
one she'd met in art school, who
was making good" LilaS-that
was the girls name-LiliaS Martin
gale wasn't a bit good-looking, re-
ally. Too thin and her eyes too
big for her face. But it had been
Lilias who had got a small part in
a production and who had been sent
to Hollywood.
CANDRA had travelled all over
- Europe with her aunt. Mrs.
Bayles. from Boston. Thered been
lots of men to meet and dance with.
That EnglShman at Cannes. She
had liked him. And two or three
youngsters in Paris. But they hadn't
been serious. Neither had she.
Shed come back to Belvedere the
autumn before. had done over the
house in a whirl of enthusiasm, and
then had settled back to see what
happened. It was dull That was
why she had made friends with
Monica ODare Monica had some
thing-Some quality you cOuldn' t
describe
But Sandra dismissed her now
with a shrug. Monnie didn't count.
Nobody did if they go in your way
when you wanted something. San
ORA herself was fighter, and proud
of it. If Monnie had lost Dan, if
she wanted him and couldn't keep
him for herself, it was just her hard
luck.
L may be hard-I may be ruth