New Britain Herald Newspaper, January 28, 1929, Page 16

HAPPENED ' Ashtoreth and Hollis Hart are mewlyweds, honeymeoning in Paria. Ashoreth 1s rarely beautiful, and Hollis is extraordinarily rich. He calls her “Orchid” because she re- minds him of that lovely flower. But happiness seems, somehow, to have eluded them. Before their marriage Ashtoreth had been a stenographer in Hart's employ. 8he is years younger than he, and he idoltses her youth and beauty. Tn Paris she meets an old sweet- heart, Monty English, who has gone to France to sell radios for his firm. Monty is young and Monty is hagdsome. But he is distressingly poor, and Ashtoreth couldn't see him at all. He treats her rather coldly, but it is apparent that he is still in love with her. Hollls devotes him- (sclf to tennis and the collectien ot antiquities. Both pursuits bor2 Ashtoreth to tears. When he s not at the courts, or brultflll about in old shops. he makes ten- | der Jove to his little bride. And that also bores her. Annoys might pe a better word. She has diacov- red that he has two front teeth ‘that come out on little swivels, and that spells the end of romance. She invites Monty to have din- | rer with them and contrives to see him on several occasions though Monty tries to discour- aze: it. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XLV | They were going home anxn." Railing from Havre on the Victory. | In a week they would be in Boston. Mogg was packing. Five ward- | robe trunks. Four shoe boxes. And steamer trunks for the linens. Houschold furnishings were be- ing crated. Brocades and creden- | 7as. and an old refectory table that | Hollis had picked up in Venice. And toilet things that were said to have been used by Marie An- toinette. Tlollis wrapped the toilet set| himself, sending out for an arm- ful of tissue. There was a tea set also, to which he gave his per- sonal attention. The cups were diminutive china swans, with beautiful necks. And they rested | on saucers of solid gold. They had heionged to the Empress JYoseph- ine. Hollis explained to Ashtoreth that Josepline’s emblem was s swan, and Napoleon's & bee. He had found a pi@e of crimson bro- cade embroidered with golden bees, and believed it to be a frag- ment from the Emperor's cano- pied bed at Versaill Hollis was greatly excited about his treasures. Almost effeminate, Ashtoreth thought. She hated to see him handling small things with the care a woman would have given them. The concierge came to help, and brought two assistants with him. Then Hollis handed Ashto- reth’s frocks to Mogg, who helped her slip them on the hangers. He handled g9eat piles of frothy lin- gerle, and made order out of chaos. Then he ordered more packing boxes, and began the packing of his dearest finds. The conclerge and his helpers might pack books and pictures. But tea sets and tollet sets, and the vases from Limoges; crystal jars that were Pompadour's, and the snuff box that was du Barry's —Hollis handled these with rever- ent hands. Ashtoreth standing in the door- ‘way, watched him. “It's positively womanish,” she thought, “the way he loves those things.” And she thought of the way Monty would act in a room that waa cluttered with lingerie and tea sets and Marie Antoinette’s toilet articles, “Like & bull in & china shop.” she reflected, and smiled to her- self. “Well, that's the way & man ought to act.” bl i “Bored?" asked Hollls, glancing up from his self-appointed work lof swathing & cup in 10 sheets of ‘tissue. * she told him. ‘T “But you've nothing to do,” he protested. “Mogg will take care of everything. “I know. But I'm hungry. T wanted to go to Jack's for our Jast luncheon. And now you're wrapping all that junk, and TI've “nobody to go with.” She blew a little kiss over Mogg’s broad back. “Would you mind a bit,” she “asked, “it I telephoned Monty, and asked him to take me?” Holll- straightened from his e "Why of course not, child. Run ‘ahead. And tell Monty to be sure to look us up in Boston.” He smiled as she powdered her nose, and pulled a hat with a wide, dark brim over her eyes. “When you're as old as I am,” he predicted, “you'll be more in- terested in antiquities. 1 suppose at your age, I'd rather have had luncheon at Jack's, than handle the empty tea cups from which an empress drank. Viewpoints change. Well, run along, my dear.” Ashtoreth took an orchid from the cluster on her dressing table. | Hollis had them delivered each day. She pinned it at her belt, | and rummaged through her bu- au drawer for a handkerchief that matched its lavender petals. Then she clasped a string of square-cut amethysts about her neck, and siipped off her pearl | Ting, to wear 4 finger stone that matched her necklace. Purple was Monty's favorite color. Felix was helping pack, so she! took a taxi. and stopped on the _ way to buy Monty a tie, for a little | parting gift. While it was being wrapped, she noticed a gold ciga- ret ease, and bought it as care- lessly as she had chosen the tie. A little later she refiected that she had never bought her husband a present. Oh, well, it's his money anyhow, she eonsidered So what's the {on the Victory. T've a friend | | was going to telephone your hus- sense? Monty would be pleased, because he hadn't the means to gratity every expensive whim. It was very different. But Monty was not pleased. “A gold cigaget case!” he ex- claimed. “Gee, that's awfully nice of you, Ash. But, I can't take it, you know.” “Now, Monty, you're not going to pretend to be conventional!™ “Oh, it's not that’” he insisted. “But, gosh, Ash. I can't accept things that your husband pays for. | What do you think I am?” H “What difference does it make to Holly?” she demanded. “He | doesn’t care how much money 1| spend.” Monty handled' ‘the case appre- clatively. “Nothing doing,” he} pronounced “I'll take the tie, and thanks very much, Missus Hart.” She shoved the thing across the table. “All right. Let it stay there then. Maybe the waiter would like it." “Now, Ash, he remostrated. “Be reasonable.” He raised his glass. our vast and varrying for- he proposed. “Yours arc vast. And mine are varying. Oh, | by the way, Ash, I'm going home. | Had a cable this morning. They want me to try to get reservations working on the thing now for me. | The passenger list Is pretty big, and I'm not sure what luck I'm g to have.” “Why, Monty English she | cried. "“And you weren't going to say goodby, or telephone me, or anything!" | “Oh, yes, 1 was,” he declared. band this afternoon.” “My husband!" “Yes, T meant to ask you hoth to have dinner with me tonight | at Tour d'Argent.” | Ashtoreth laughed happily, “Well, it really doesn't make any difference whether you're tell- ing the truth or not. Because— | listen, Monty—we're sailing to- morrow on the Victory ourselves! ‘Won't that be glorious!” She laughed excitedly. “That's the very hest news I've heard for a long time." | The walter came, and they order- ed. Chicken in aspic, dark with truffies. Chateau Y'quem, because it was a festive day. And orange ice for dessert, because Ashtoreth had tegun to diet. “Pardon. me,” Monty rose. “I've | a telephone call to make.” He was back in a moment. “I reached my friend,” he vol- unteerced, “and he wasn't able to do a thing for me. There's an other hoat on ursday. I'll hav- to wait for thaf Ashtoreth lald down her fork. *“Montford English, you're a vation because you don't want to | travel on the same liner with us!" He grinned easily. “Nonsense, Ash. I told you my friend dn't any luck. They've been full for a week.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Honest,” he sald. “You're simply avolding me, Monty English. You know you are.” “All right then” He looked straight into her eyes. “I am.” “But why, Monty?" “You know why.” “Oh, you're so puritanical!” Ashtoreth attacked her chicker savagely. “Anybody'd think we weren't old friends, the way you talk.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Women detest friendship,” he told her. “There's a French cynic— M. de Crolsset — we were reading some of hig epigrams at school the other day. He says ‘Women de- spise friendship. Temperature too low; it gives them a cold on the chest.’ “Oh, Monty, you're impossi- 1 11 right. Let's not talk about it. Finish your chicken. Will you have some more wine?” She pushed her plate away petu- lantly. 0, you've ruined my appetite. And 1 thought we were going to have such a pleasant little goodby luncheon!” “Listen, Ashtoreth.” Monty cov. ered her hand with his, “You" not playing the game, little gir!. | You bargained with life for mil- | lions, and you'’re sick of the bar- | gain. The stakes were high, and you won. Life hates a quitter. | Ash. And you've got to stick by| {your bargain.” | “I don't know what you're talk- ling about!” she exclaimed. “Maybe 1 didn't say it very| well,” he acknowledged. “I'm not | much on speeches, but you do, {know what I mean, Ash.” | | “That you want me to leave you | |alone?” she flashed. He smiled diffidently. “That's putting it rather crude 1y.* he objected. “But since you {ask me, that's about the size of it “And T thought” she moancd | “that you were my friend.” | Monty looked at her sternly. “People who have been lovers can never be friends,” he told her | “There's no such thing as friznd |ahip between a beautiful woman oand a hungry man. T don't par- | | ticularly want to be your friend. | | Ashtoreth. T'd rather be out of {the picture altogether.” | “Then you don't value friznd. | %hip?” she demanded angrily. yes” he insisted. “It's a | wonderful thing between men. 1] {muppose 1t is also a wonderful |thing between women. And T've no doubt there have been rare in. | | stances where there have been | perfect friendships between men | and women. Deep, abiding lov- | ing friendships. But they're rare. Ashtoreth . . . I don’t say a man can’t be friendly with a girl. Fond |of her. and all that . . . nut‘ when it comes to one of these| close, intimate affairs — they're | | dangerous, T tell you. ! | “You're too beautiful, Ashto- reth. And I'm too desirous.” ) She blushed, and looked at her chicken. “Foolish! I'm not beautiful!” “All right then. But I am de- sirous. I'm not old, or hardboiled enough to look at you, and be anything else,” They were quiet for a little while, playing with their glasses. “My God!" Monty broke the silence violently. *“Why did you do it, Ash!" (TO BE CONTINUER) Hollis disappears and Ashtoreth turns wildly to Monty. In the next chapter. {POLICE WANT AID IN MESSITER'S MURDER' | Hanau, who was head of the Ga- zette, and police believed that he in- English Authiorities Tumn to New | York Woman for Help in Solution. London, Jan. 28 UP—The Daily Express said today that Southamp- ton police investigating the murder of Vivian Messiter, New York tunnei cngineer, were turning to a New York woman for aid, and might summon her from America. The woman’s name has not been revealed but she had previously figured in the investigation as the author of letters found on Messi- ter's body and was described as a middle aged woman who was a lec- jturer at an American University. The new turn in the case came when a jeweler at Reading, Berk- shire, sent police a thin gold watch bearing among other marks "Camer- den and Forster, New York." The jeweler said he had reason to be- ileve that this belonged to the slain | man. Regarding this as an important clue, police have been working on | it quietly for sometime but have been unable to positively trace own- ership of the watch to Messiter. The newspaper said the police had ob- tained from the American woman by cable a description of a watch that Messiter wore and which partly corresponded to the one in question. They wished, however, a more pre- cise identification and though that the woman might be able to fill this gap as well as other points concern- ing which they were seeking infor- mation. It was understood that they in- tended to ask the woman to come to England for this purpose or to send an officer to America to inter- view her. The police, however, have declined to make any positive state- ment on the case. Suicide Attributed To French Swindle Nice, France, Jan. 28 (P—The suicide of Joseph Jules Marx, for- merly of Chicago, was attributed by police today to the Gasette Ju | Franc swindle, which involved losses of millions of dollars. 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