The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-05-29
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stice never quite trusted salmon
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NEONNIE could not have ex-
w planned quite why she wished
to avoid the magnificent Mr.. Ar
thur Mackenzie. Surely, he was all
that any one could wish in the
way Of a travelling companion.
He was urbane, witty, wise, man
Of the world, with a fund Of anus
ing tales at his tongues end. Per-
haps it was. she thought, the way
he looked at her There was some
thing in the glance from those dark
deep Swallowed eyes which reminded
her of a cat getting ready to pounce
Oh, but that was nonsense? She
was letting her imagination run
away with itself
The dinner frock she selected that
night was one chosen with the
greatest possible care when she had
made a flying trip to the city to
spend the money her mother had
given her
1t was Of pale cream lace, de-
murely cut in front but sheared
away at the back to show her lovely
shoulders. It had been a bargain.
One Of those slim, cheap, effective
frocks which the young wear so
charmingly.
She had been delighted on finding
it, but tonight she was dissatisfied
with her reflection in the mirror.
The glass gave back the portrait of
girl with wide starry eyes under
cleaning cap Of FURNISHED bronze
hair.
Monnie had, Of course, no Jewels
to wear, and her velvet wrap was
an old one. Miss Anstice, in silver
lame which marked her new pros
perity, approved Of her.
You look sweet enough to eat.
my dear The young men will be
overwhelmed
Monnie smiled politely. Miss
Anstice was kind, but she hated
her own looks. They were so in
/ genue-SO unfinished. IF she had
only the poise, the unmatched as
surance Of COrinth Faneway she
would be content.
More lipstick, my dear" Miss
Anstice urged. You can carry it
off. lit doesn't look bold. Thank
heaven, I'm not so old style as nv
sister, Ida She thinks every wom-
an who uses cosmetics is on the
straight road to perdition." Miss
Anstice laughed her tinkling laugh.
TINE dining room steward who
Il had seated them the night be-
fore conducted them now to a
large round table decorated in gala
fashion.
Arthur Mackenzie, seeming taller
and more imposing in his dinner
clothes, rose to greet them. There
were half a dozen others already
at table Among them, Monnie rec
Ognized only Corinth and Harris
Faneway Corinth was dazzling in
frock of scarlet. The gray-haired
man next to Miss AnStice was a
railroad president from the west.
The tall red-haired woman with
the flashing eyes whom Monnie had
observed walking the deck with her
Sealyham evidently was an actress.
COrinth FaneWay said to her neg
ligently, I loved your play. 1t was
marvellous"
Did you, my dear?" The red
haired woman flashed a smile
around the table. She had a deep,
thrilling voice and her pearls were
magnificent, Monnie thought. She
was startled, therefore, to hear
FaneWay's whisper a moment later.
"Woolworth's," he murmure d,
jerking his handsome head in the
direction of the red-haired woman.
Monnie could scarcely believe he
had spoken, so impressive was his
lean brown cOuntenance. She sup
posed he must be right.
Probably if you were born a Fame
way you knew all about such things.
Monnie felt sorry for the red-haired
woman. Perhaps she, too, didn't
belong in this group. Mr.. Fame
way, at least, seemed to regard her
as an outsider. He was so elegant,
SO cynical for one so young. He
seemed to have been born bored.
ITO BE Continued