The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-05-11

"Hetty's gaze took in his 1.-the
leanness, effectively set off by the
hunters green garb he wore
"Oh, yeah?" She savored this.
Hope they push off soon. I'm
pretty tired myself. Got to give
the old man early breakfast. too.
You'd think a person was made Of
wood, the way you get treated"
II n
cts not bad place 10 work,
J. the chauffeur said laAly. Good
pay, and the food is all right.
What's your kick?"
Il could do twice as we'll in the
city, and you know it" she said
sullenly.
Then, why don't you try it?" His
toothy grin held trace of malice.
Hetty gave him furious look.
Want to stick around and witch
you, smartyl" she snapped. You're
getting too big for your boots. And
there's somebody around here who'll
make fool of you if you don't
watch out"
you're telling me-" He lighted
a forbidden cigaret, cody regard
ing her.
Il am, big boy. She's made fools
of lots better than you are. I been
watching her for a couple Of years
now. She's smart, but she'll get her
come-uppance one of these days
when she least expects it,"
Keep your hair on" drawled the
man. / don't know what you're raw
ing about anyway"
You better watch yourself, that's
all" Hetty advised, reluctantly TAX
ing her leave. And so had She"
Listen, sweetie!" In two strides
the man was at her side, whisper
ing persuasively.
Lets you and me have a party
after all this is over. You can wait
at the side drive for me when I
come back. III pick you up, and
We'll drive over to the Springs.
There's a dance place open all night
Ove- there. We can step some our
selves"
II dassent!" The temptation
tugged at her. They'd find out and
give me the air"
"Oh, what dya care? If they do,
we'll run over to Cleveland and get
hitched Try our luck as a couple
in the city. What d'ya say?"
JIMMY" The plain face was
transformed, the black eyes glowed,
starlike. Don't kid me like that
You haven't talked that way since
well, since her ladyship began to
drag you around with her in the
roadster last summer"
He patted her shoulder. 'No
kiddin'. I'm kinda sick of things
here, myself. Like a change"
I'll be waiting when you come
back. Listen-glory me, if they
amt playing Home. Sweet home!"
She flew.
"CWEET of you to say sol" San
- dra drawled for the hun
dredta time that night. Yes, it's
been a good party, hasn't it? Don't
forget-the Blue Room on Friday!
No, I'm driving up. Bye, Louis.
Bye, Nancy"
She flung an airy kiss into the
night as the last car chugged off.
Returning to the empty and
strangely dismantled house, she
sighed a sigh of pure impatience.
Mrs. Peterman, sitting a msnsized
yawn, was standing in the door of
the buffers pantry.
"Everything'S the most hideous
mess" Sandra said testify. But
run along to bed. Never mind it
tonight. Why I give parties, any
how, I can't imagine?"
Trailing her draperies after her,
she went up to the white and scar
let room. She turned on the lights
of the alabaster lamps on the dress
ing table and surveyed herself in
the mirror.
What she saw was pleaSing-a
tall, symmetrically made figure clad
in a Paris frock the color of sea
water. an oval face, delicately and
adroitly made up. The dashed
eyes were green, were disdainful.
The pale gold hair was eXquisitely
waved, perfectly arranged. Yet the
expression the girl wore was one of
complete dissatisfaction.
She unclasped the string of
pearls which circled her slender
throat, tossed it lightly into
beautifully fooled and arabesqued
box of leather.
Her steps led lass -'v into the
creamy tiled bathroom beyond,
where lacquer red shower curtains
and dolphins disporting themselves
on silver background enIvened the
scene.
The night, by now, was sitting.
Scarcely a breath stirred. Sandra
flung the easements wide. She
shrugged of the green trock and
drew around her gossamer neg
Lgee.
She ran water into the tub and
flung in handful of spicy smelling
salts. Then, abruptly changing her
mind. she stepped out on the
balcony beyond one of the windows,
her figure silhouetted against the
lighted room behind.
A CAR purred up to the cedars
IN below and stopped. Sandra,