New Britain Herald Newspaper, January 4, 1929, Page 12

Ashtoreth Ashe, Boston stenog- raher, meets her wealthy employer, Hollis Hart, while cruising through the West Indies. Ashtoreth goes ashore at Dominica, and almost the first person she sees is Mr. Hart. She is fearfully excited at the chance en- counter, and very happy—because Ashtoreth, for some months, has been exceedingly interested in her millionaire boss. And small wonder. Hart is rather liandsome and, has such a wonderful personality! He is old enough to be Ashtoreth's father, but he certainly does not look it. Before leaving on her cruise to the ' Indies Ashtoreth had heard that Mr. | Hart was in South America. He left | Boston hurriedly following a little ! fracas with a girl named 8adie Mor- ton, whom he had befriended, and who tried to take advantage of his good nature. | Shortly afterward Ashtoreth had a breakdown and her mother, Maizle, procured a job in order to earn “nough money to send the girl away for a rest. | Mr. Hart proposes that they visit his house on the mountain, And Ashtoreth, In a mad moment, deter- | mines to miss the boat. That, of course, will complicate things. (NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY) | . CHAPTER XXV | Mr. Hart was happy as a school- 10y | | | 2 proprietary interest in this -ady,” he boasted. “Quite as it T'd discovered it. I have, as a | matter of fact, bought a place up on the heights, and some day 1 shall tuild a little house and come to it vhen T am very tired and weary, and | vant nothing better than to fill my | oul with peace. He spoke softly “It is beautifully romantic. Nights | the mountain are simply divine. t and sweet, and full of the most 1orous fragrance. Last night there were a million fireflies abroad. swinging golden lanterns. And I sat on my little porch and heard the mournful cooing of the doves, and “The moving moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide; Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside.’ | “Youll sce them tonight—that moon of mine ‘and star or two be- sides.’ " | “Oh, T'll love 1t!" she cried. ! “I know you will, Ashtoreth,” he sald . . . and his voice caressed her name as it fell from his lips. | “You make me love my name.” she told him. “No one else says it as | prettily as you. You mustn't ever call me ‘Miss Ashe' again. It makes me £0 happy to hear you say ‘Ashto- reth.' " t | “Then you mustn’t be formal with ' me! he petorted. “I know I'm old +nough to be your father, and all that. But couldn't you forget it just for tonight?” , | “You old!” she exclaimed. “My goodness, you're not old. Besides, T don't like awfully young men. | They're so inexperlenced. I think al- | most all girls like older men. T know | T do. A girl gets so tired of boys these days. They're all alike. All| they want to do is just dance, and | pet, and chatter. And be awfully | silly. It's dreadful the way they | drink, tco. Now, it's different with | an older man. You're different, any- | Tow."” | Hollis Hart smiled. “Little flatterer!” he murmured. : But Ashtoreth knew he liked t. “But you are” whe insisted. I mean it. A grl could talk about serious things with you.” “My dear.” he protesed, “you're | not going to be serious!” i Sha blushed. y “Because T couldn't stand it,” he | told her. “Not on a night like this. We're going to look on moon and stars and sea. And we're going to breathe the night from the top of the mountain. . . . And we're go- ing to be utterly banal . . . and liappy as fools! LR They found their car in the little village square. It was growing dark. And as they turned their faces to- | ard the mountain, a purple twi- light began to fall. Swirtly, as it Aoes In the tropics. Below them the occan shimmered in luminous haze, And all about them, in the gathering Ausk, stretched the ineredible world. Ashtoreth leaned back and smiled contented) Adventurs lay ahead she knew it, Presently Hart took his and held it gentl Tt's lov he said, “having you iere. T've wanted so to share it ail. What is it Byron says?— and her hand in ‘Al who | ¥ would win Must share it—happiness was born * It's the fdea, what T've heen t that time flies, We o miss that boat, I t there's a hotel or nced at his w lots of t the mos don't know anything of “Oh, ve've have excitedly ! Well, a girl coul 1d- ful b snubbed 1t again . those Impossibie 1 Not A chance!" and Ieaned Hart P “finding you.” e pressed her h = for n And all the whila Ashtoret opie told herself nst Mr, and | = soul | ret Adven- | Adventure!” littls clomer. | y reached | the mountain | came to meet | aide, AT wer all n the quericd = \ =\ - e =Y — F—— ——{RLN —FICT] =\ ION v “You make me love my name,” Ash toreth told him. “You must never call me Miss Ashe again.” {them with flaming torches. “We rather rough things here,” he apologized as he helped her dis- mount. “But Lisa will give you a good dinner, I know. And while she's laying an extra plate I can show you my garden in the moonlight.” He laughed. “You'd think I'd planted it myself—the way I love " They wandcred about hand in hand like children, or lovers. And he told her a verse that made him think of her, he said. “It's a pretty little thing,” he #aid. “Would you like to hear it?"” “If it makes you think of me, she told him, “I certainly would. “Well,” he amended, “let's say of you and me. Because, pcrsonally, “‘T was born idle, and meant for ' summer days, Where the sea is ever blue And the palm forever sways, O how I hate winter and all his ways! I was born idle to throne, With a queen forever YOU, Like a lly scarcely blown, With your eyes carved eut of a big moonstone, sit upon a I was born idle to dream my life away, With a young moon ever new, And the world forever May, And the sound of strcams.in my ears always . . .'" He spoke it softly, with his arm about her shculders. And they sot showered them with pink and fra- He put his fingers beneath her chin and tilted her mouth to his. “Oh lips as red as my hibiscus!" he whispered. “I kiss—and question not.” She drew away, puzzled, and shak- | little. ou shouldn't do that,” she re- proved him primly. “You shouldn’t have come out in the garden!” he retorted. “I guess you forget,” she counter- ed, “that I'm your stenographer and you're my boss.” “Oh, no, I don't!" he retorted. “That's just the trouble. It would be 80 much nicer if you were only a princess—and 1 was your fairy ing | prince.” “And then what would we do?" she ask-d. I'd shut you up,” he threatened, “in a ‘castle all of pearl with towers that touched the tip of the moon'— and 1 should be yours, and you should be mine, forever and ever— ek in—week out.” “And we wouldn't ever go to the 2" she cried. he pronounced solernly. 1 day and stars g » 1o sleep fn tops of the tre She smiled at his tender nonsense i A black woman came through the garden wall. On her turbaned head she bore a tray, which she placed on the ground heside them. Then, with a swizzel stick she whipped the sweetencd rum she had, to a froth- ing bhead “Everybody d Hart remarked, unless you care inks punch “but don't for it, Ashtorct She thought that he would thi more Lighly of her if she refused “You vy don't min, she here,” take ot a bit." he said of t 1 hate to sce wromen * ing. T suppose I'm a bit of a puri- tan.” He sent the servant away. “Tell Lisa to hurry.” he instruct ed her. “1 am afraid Miss Ashe is very hungry.” He offered her his cigarets then But she shook her head —I don't smoke either,” she sald . and hoped he would not notice the yellow mark on her fin- | “As a mestor | gers. She had previously been rather proud of that stain, It looked ! sophisticated, she thought—as if she had been smoking for years and years. As a matter of fact Ashto- reth did not care particularly for cigarets. “You don't mean to tell me,” he “that you neither smoke “I don't even pet,” she informed him saucily and, taking a seman blossom, patted his nose with it. | “They're like powder puffs, aren't they?" she said. “I never saw blos- soms 80 dainty and sweet. “Sometimes it's called the Pow- dar Puff tree,” he told her. | The black woman came padding softly back through the garden wall. “Dinner is served,” she said. It was a f for the gods, Fly ing fish and “mountain ehicken” (which was, really, frogs), and littic | roast guinca birds, and the most sur- prising vegetables, And for desert a custard that floated in a sea of cocoanut cream and rose petals. | “We'd better hurry,” cautioned | Hart as they lingered over their cof- | fee. “Its going to be rather dark going down the mountain, and we won't be able to make very good |time. T want to show you my be- gonias, too, before you go. You| won't rccognize them for begonias, | | Ashtoreth, They’re so tall you won't be able to reach the blossoms.” “Begonias!” she cried. “Why, Mother has lots of them. In flower | | pots, T mean.” | Wit till you sce minet” he ex- ulted. “They grow like Jack's bean stalk? | ¢ .. | Ashtoreth was getting a little »anie stricken. The boat had gone, hours ago. She wondered if, perhaps, | the servants knew anything about ! it. If Mr. Hart might learn of its sailing before they started down the mountain, | “Come,” he proposed. “We'll go to Ithe gallery for a minute and you can see the lights in the village be- | low flickering like celestial flames, all gold and shifting. And you can > the lights on the boat, too—the hoat that will bear you, presently, away from me.” He took her hand and they went from the dining room into the night “$ee’ he said, “that's Roseau down there. And over here—why, Ashtoreth, the boat has gone!” “Gone! he repeatedly foolishly. “It certainly has!” he declared, his voice rising in excitement. ‘She sailed away while we were at dinner!” | He stepped through the long door into the house and called to a ser- vantvant, speaking in patols. “Yes” he announced, reappear- ing in a moment, “Chere says she left on schedule, My dear, you must have made a mistake, I'm fearfully sorry. 1 s ¢/ know what to G verified the time. Tt 1 of me, hut T was anxious < you here as quickly as pos- re is a wireless station in | > to < if she will return I'm rather afraid. though— it deal of time, you he 147t hours ago. und no diff! rself diccone hed hegun to be appre- . Hart was so obviously t «hall T do?" she eried. vt proposing that we " he exnivined, “hut nd tho er a prevectorous notion. We t be able to get a motor hoat and go on to the next island. Your boat will be there several hours, and I've no doubt we could make it on time. But—it’s an all-n see dear, T am sorry!” cerity Ashtoreth -my In ail tested “Oh, Mr Hart, all those dreadful sir pro- est women on hoard! What would they say? They'd never get over talking about it."” “No,” he agrced, “I suppose.they wouldn't. But, sce here, Ashtoreth, I thought wc'd agreed to be a bit in- formal. What do you mean—Mister- ing me—on a night like this! She apologized prettily. 1 didn't -mean to—Holly—hon- \ “Well, don't let it happen again!" he admonished sternly. “Or I'll be forgetting we're a couple of gipsies and begin dictating directly. Berious- Iy now, though, what am I going to do with you, Woman?" She smiled at his distress. “Honestly, T don’t kno you t a dungeon Haven't anywhere vaephond he cried. 1 don't believe you care.” big-eyed and serious. ly petrified. T haven’ world what's going to become of me jor how you propose getting rid of ane L . “Well,” he suggested, “I suppose there’s a boarding house or some- thing of the sort in Roreau. Would you be afraid of staying up here if 1 should go down?” “All alone?” she cried. “But I've a dozen servants,” he reminded her. “And you'd be safe as a bug in a rug.” « o0 Ashtoreth shivered, “I wouldn’t stay for the world.” she declared, 'd be scared to death that I'd wake up with my throat cut! “Well, then—how’d you like to try life in a boarding house?” he pro- posed. She demurred prettily. “Why can't T stay up here with you? You've ever so much room. And T never steal the spoons, mor set fires, or anything like that. I'll be good as gold.” “My dear child!” he expostulated. “What a scandal that would be!” " 2 Bl o 7 Don’t Kiss wi “Who'd know?" she demanded. “Well, my servants, to, begin with,” e pointed out. “And half the town by morning. You've no ides how scandals become 3 in these parts. Nor how they spread! Why, dear chiid, your mother in Boston would hear the echoes!” Ashtoreth giggied naughtily. “What are you going to do with me then™ she demanded. “1 sim- ply wom't stay up here alene. 1'd absolutely die of fright. And T can't 50 to an old boarding house all by myself. And the hoat's gone. And— you're just dreadfully Holly—but here I am! He chuckled grimly. “Little vixen,” he said, *T'll you did it on purpose.’ 8he protested earnestly. “Oh, no, I didn't! Honestly, I didn't. My good ness, you must think I'm a dreadful girl! 1t you're going to talk that way I'll go this very minute!"” He laughed at her temper. “Oh, no—you won't!" he cried. “I will too!" she defled him. “If you think I missed that boat just to be with you—! “I didn't say you missed it to be with me,” he retorted. She pouted provocatively. “Wouldn't 1 he just desolated if I had?" she demanded. “I'm about a welcome as the measles!' “You know bettef than that,” he told her gravely. “I'm delighted to have you. I'm only thinking of your own good.” o “Well, don't!” she commanded. “I've noticed that things that are good for a girl are usually stupid.” (TO BE CONTINUED) ¢« o e Ashtoreth’s indiacretion promotes a romantic .evening. Alone with Hollis Hart, on a lonely mountain. Moon and stars—and romance! Road Conditions in State of Connecticut Road conditions and detours in the State of Connecticut made necessary by highway construction and repairs announced by the State Highway Department, as of Jan. 2nd are as follows: Route No, 3 Danbury-Newtown road, bridge and construction work on new loca- tion. Waterbury - Middlebury road is finished. wager Route No, ¢ Balisbury-Great Barrington road {18 under construction. Shoulders are not complete, Route No. 6 Brooklyn-Danielson road in the towns of Killingly and Brooklyn is under construction. Route No. 10 Bloomfield-Granby road is under conatruction, but open to traffic. | Haddam road is under construc- tion from Higganum to Haddam. 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