The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-07-20

the aviator. MARSH greeted lneu
with a grin.
Look here, Todd" he said, you
can't take up all Miss Darien'S time
like this. She's supposed to look out
for all the guests"
Il dent know what you pay her,
Doug" the aviator laughed, but you
can charge her salary to me if you
want"
WHEN the aviator had gone on
w to his cottage Marsh said
"Fragonet and his wife are coming
in on the afternoon train. Like to
ride to the station with me to greet
them in proper style?'
why. yes just as soon as ]
change"
10 hurried to her room, ex-
changed her shorts and jacket for
one of the bright prints she had
found at Lytsen'S, and met Marsh
at the steps of the veranda. She
was just climbing into his car when
she caught sight of Babs Mont
gomery seated on the rail Of the
Veranda.
BabS was watching her through
haze of cigaret smoke and the
look in her eyes was unmistakable.
She waved her hand almost imper-
ceptibly.
Hello, 10 Darien," she said in
dolently.
10 returned the greeting, but more
effusively. Il want to see you later,
Babs. I've been meaning to hunt
you up, but"
ooh, sure" Babs said. Il know.
Business is business"
Flushing at the rebuff, 10 climbed
in beside Marsh. He slid the car
into gear and they sped down the
gravel road.
I'D suspect that you and Babs
have a little feud on" he said at
last.
you couldn't say it was a feud,"
10 told him. shes never quite liked
me, I'm afraid"
Marsh looked at her. why don't
you tell me the truth, 10? Sure it
wasn't over a MANI"
Did she tell you that?" asked 10,
her face af1ame.
well, not directly"
ut isn't true. I think she did like
a boy was going with at the uni
versity, but"
Marsh laughed. Forget it! Babs
is just bit spoiled, that's all. She's
all right at heart. In fact, she really
does like you, Jo."
10 was SO astonished at this re-
mark that she had no answer, and
Marsh went on; She told me about
you and this young fellow, Bret Paul
In fact she suggested I'd make you
and Paul very happy if I got him
down here this summer. I under
stand he sometimes works as a life
guard in the summers-and I do
have to have life guard. State
regulation"
EOR moment 10 was too angry
l. to speak. Finally, she said
slowly, Whether your life guard is
Bret Paul or some one else doesn't
make the least difference either to
him of me. And I wish Babs
Montgomery wouldn't attend to my
affairs"
do you mean that for me, too?"
why wig, no. You haven't
=" 10 faltered, stopped altogether.
They drove a while in silence, and
then Marsh said, This job may be
more difficult than either of us i'm
agined, 10. This Todd Barston-
has he tried to make love to you?"
mo. What makes you suspect he
might have?"
you're pretty-and I know Todd.
OF course, he's asked you to go up
with him?"
"Y-yes. He mentioned it this
morning"
March nodded. That's the begin
ming"
He was silent again, watching the
road ahead with more than his
usual care.
JOS thoughts were conflicting and
puzzled. He seemed half angry with
her, and she wondered why. The
only possible reason was that he
really thought she'd spent too much
time with Barston, and that his jest
that afternoon had serious implica-
tons. Unless-could he be-jealous?
Jealous, perhaps, without even real
izing it himself as yet?
10 berated herself mentally for this
thought, assured herself that there
was no point in her being a fool just
because she had an attractive lot Of
clothes and a number of equally at
tractive men about.
Still silent, Marsh drew the car
alongside the little station just as
the afternoon train pulled abreast
of it. A tall, dark man in white
fannels stepped down from one of
the cars almost before it had
stopped, and held out his hand to a
smartly dressed woman. 10 recog-
nized them both from pictures she
had seen-Mr. and Mrs. Peter Fra
Comet, the movie star and his pretty
wife.
Marsh yelled jovially over the
windshield, Hi there, Pete!"
The tall man turned and flashed
wide, dazzling smile, a smile 10 had
seen hundreds Of times at the little
movie house in Weston, and at the