The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-07-22

Paul A handsome Bret Paul who
was careful about his dress.
Il
TO had dinner in her room. then
- read for an hour or 50 before be-
ginning leisurely preparations for
the dance that evening. She was
not quite certain as to what her
duties would be at the dance. She
had half-expected that Marsh
would escort her, or at least advise
her, for this was the first formal
function at the Inn since her ar
rival. But he had said nothing
further about it since the morning
be had told her he planned the
affair for Friday night, and had
ordered down an orchestra.
AS she was laying out the new
beige lace she had bought at Lyt-
sens the telephone rang and she
heard the voice of Todd Barston.
Il wondered if you'd let me take
you to the dance tonight" he said
gaily. The truth is. I'D much
rather stag dance-but I know I'll
never have a chance to dance with
you unless you're very much with
me"
For a moment 10 was nonplussed.
She was not at all certain whether
she should accept such an invita-
ton from one of Marshs guests
and there was still the possibility
that Marsh expected her to be free.
We'll, you see, Mr.. Barston-"
Il would have asked you much
sooner" Barston broke in, but 1
had an idea our young owner was
taking you. 1 just learned a mo-
ment ago he's dining with the Mont
gomerys in their cottage and they'll
all be over later. Sc l grabbed the
telephone and my Courage-and
here l am
JOS heart skipped a beat, and
she couldn't have honestly told her.
self why But in a flash she pic
tured Marsh and Babs Montgomery
dancing together. and Babs smirk-
ing beside his shoulder.
What l was going to say, Mr.
Barston. is that I may have some
things to look after, and"
"Oh, won't mind that. I'll just
hang about until you get through
pouring coffee or waxing the floor.
10 laughed in spite of herself.
"All right then. Knock on my
door about g."
His knock came very promptly at
9, and when 10 stepped into the hall
the aviator's gaze swept her up and
down approximately
You're lovely, 10 Darien. YOU"
LIE stopped suddenly, looking
/ Il beyond her with sudden, en-
barrassed expression. 10 turned to
see Mrs. Marsh coming quietly
down the hallway.
Good evening, Mrs. Marsh" 10
said. Are you going to watch the
dancing tonight?"
For moment Mrs. Marsh did not
reply. She glanced at the door
which 10 had not yet closed and
then at Todd Barston. Then, very
deliberately, she said. L hardly care
for modern dance music, Miss
Darien. Thank you. and good
night. Good night, Mr. Barston."
When she had disappeared up the
stairway to the Marsh apartment,
BarSton let out a long low whistle.
That old gal certainly disturbs me.
She looked at us as if she thought
we might have been picking the en-
broidering out of the towels
JOS face was flaming. obviously
she thinks you were in my ROOM"
We'll, good Lord, even if I had
been, 1 don't sec"
She forced a laugh. I'VE mustn't
let the evening be spoiled. Mrs.
Marsh really doesn't mean any,
thing"
The band was already playing
when they reached the inns huge
ballroom-and it was a band which
set JOS blood tingling and her foot
tapping. The Fragenots had come
down early, and were dancing to-