The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-05-25


DR.. Kaye He slipped and fell =. :"
Hes not hurt2"
I'm sure he isn't. Let's get
along. I don't want you girls mixed
up in this"
THEY were in the car; unbeliev-
l. ably, they were whirling down
the Post Road again. Zoe slumped
between them, limp and unprotest-
ing.
Wen drop you at home, John
ny. Katharine said. IN stop with
Zoe at her house. Tell Berthe she's
not feeling we'll"
Il don't need any one" Zoe pro-
tested. She was deadly pale.
Don't let Berthe telephone her
mother" Katharine went on swift
ly. She's quite likely to unless you
stop her"
III fix it," DR.. Kaye looked grim.
He helped them out at the Parker
driveway. He waved his hand and
left them. to walk the few hundreds
yards of roadway that separated
them from the StrykhurstS.' A clock
in the convent tower doomed the
half hour.
Hes just in time for dinner"
Katharine said, on a note of hys-
terical laughter. She was terribly
shaken. Zoe, like doll on strings.
like an automatic figure, allowed
herself to be led to the house. The
maid, Gerda, came to the door lead
ing TO the terrace, which was locked.
"Oh, Miss Zoe! I thought you said
you weren't to be here for dinner"
she wasn't, Gerda, but I think
shes changed her plans. Will you
bring some tea up to her room?"
1 didn't want anything" Zoe
said lifelesSly.
The broad halls were in twilight
as the two girls assembled the stairs.
Here and there a bar of late sun
shine broke through the iron grilles
appearing at intervals in the walls.
Zoe's room was shattered and cool.
Silver Venetian blinds made a glim-
mering dusk here. In one swift
! glance Katharine saw in the over
night bag at the food of the bed.
Zoe thrust it aside and flung her
self across the taffeta coverlet.
sobbing.
Il wish I were dead!"
mo, you don't. What a silly thing
to say!" But Katharine felt the
hopeleSsness, the utter futility Of
any argument.
Zoe sat up, rubbing her eyes with
a childish gesture. But I do! Oh,
you don't know"
CHE burst into loud weeping again,
~ face downward on the coverlet.
II was going to marry him."
she sobbed. He said he hadn't
seen her for months"
That girl in Swampscott?"
Zoe raised q streaked and dis
torted face. mo, no, of course noti
She didn't really matter. She was
just-nothing at all. But the girl
we saw tonight" Zoe cIenched
her hands into fists. "I hate her."
she grated. I'D like to tear her into
bitS"
DO you know who she lisp"
Zoe fairly snorted in contempt.
"Of course I do. D'you mean to say
You don't? What little white lily
you are!"
Katharine flushed.
"Oh, I'm sorry" Zoe said hur-
riedly. II didn't mean to be so nasty.
But, oh, if you knew what I've been
through! I don't care what hap
pens to me now"
She ground her fists into her eyes.
She's a singer" she went on
after a moment. "Cissy Malotte.
Surely you've heard of her"
Katharine remembered now. The
girl who was supposed to have had
a gangSter lover, the girl Gibbs had
known last year.
Yes, I remember now"
well, I knew about her." Zoe
said between sobs. Il thought it
was-just one of those things. I
thought she was an older woman
wicked, fading, all that. But now
I've seen her! Why, she's young!
She's beautiful in a horrible way.
And did you see the way he looked
at her? Ahhh--" Zoe's sob rose
almost to shrek.
Hush, hush! You don't want the
maids to hear you," said Katharine,
distracted at this exhibition of un-
disguised suffering.
Il don't care who hears" Zoe
cried fiercely. "It's all right for
you. You're so calm and cool; you've
never known what it is to feel this
way-to hate any one. You'll never
even been in love"
"Ah, haven't ~" thought Kay
bitterly. Aloud she said nothing.
Zoe flung herself about wildly.
II know what I'll do" she
shrilled. I'll kill myself! That will
make him sorry for the way he's
| treated me"