Indiana daily times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1914-1922, 1920-02-25
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Fear to Tell Chrys the Awful
News of the ''Irone'a' Fate.

Fear to Tell Chrys the Awful
News of the 'Trone's" Fate.
In world so crammed with sorrow,
it's strange that a man and a women
can achieve their supreme happiness
merely by being together" I though as
l regarded Jordan Spence and Chrys
while they chatted away In complete
oblivion to their surroundings. 1t was
my unhappy duty to spoil their small
portion Of Joy by handing them the
paper with it's dreadful news.
let them chat on, and smile on
while I gathered up my courage. The
report that the Tone" had gone down
could not be concealed from j. y.
Lorlmer's daughter for any length OF
time.
Chrystobel Lorimer had always pridcd
herself on her ability to face the hard
facts Of life. She had pet theory that
men and women behave In an emergency
according 10 the habits they have formed
under ordinary conditions. If man or
a woman has been accustomed TO meet
small daily trials calmly, be or she will
be brave in the face OF tragedy. Only
those who shirk their portion of minor
confronted by accident or sudden death.
Chrys' pride In her personal reaction
to the inevitable was about 10 be tested.
but / had 10 admit that I was 4 plain
coward could not force myself to tell
what the paper said
"Dr. Spence." / called. Spence crossed
the room and | thrust the newspaper
into his hand
His jaw set hard as he grasped the
meaning Of the big black type at n
single glance. Then he adjusted the
window shade in order that he might
turn his back to Chrys while he framed
a question with his lips.
answered In a whisper:
You tell herr
He raised his eyebrows MS If he doubt
ed my wisdom. Tell her-at once--shc
Is very brave! She will like you tho
better for treating her as II you expect
her TO be brave
With that he went over to her, | fol
lowing him. He sat down by her side
opened the paper and spread it on her
knees.
Chrys snatched the meaning from the
dreadful heads and then. without
word, she wilted into her lovers ready
arms. Her head went down upon his
shoulder as If she had been accustomed
and his fuce rested on her hair and re
manned there as n he had given her Of
his strength and courage hundred hun,
dred times
| stood an unwilling spectator at this
strange confession of their mutual love-
Was there, ! asked myself, ever an
other such silent betrothal?
Not even the thrill of kiss told them
how they adoled each other. Something
finer than that-her need to lean on him
in her dark hour and his need to share
her sorrow-had destroyed all the
barriers between them and they knew
without saying a word to each other.
Nothing could ever part them again.
i stole back to my window knowing that
they would not miss me- Naturally my
mind turned to my last talk with Daddy
Lorimer. He had laughed because his
valet had been so dismayed at finding his
shoes on high shelf. "The lone Is
bound for Davy Jones' locked this trip"
Daddy had concluded. 1t was only
horrid coincidence. / shuddered as I re-
called II, but my most poignant regret
was connected with the strange "hunch"
I had received from Bob.
Wait! Wait| had heard him
whisper
Or did I only imagine that my mes
sage came from my husband Doubtless
some persons would take 1t as warning
from the unseen world-a warning which,
had 1t been obeyed, would have saved
the yacht from destruction!
Whatever the significance of the pre-
monition, however, 1t had originated,
had done my part in trying to persuade
Daddy Lorimer to remain IA the harbor
another day. And Daddy refused
Tor no good reason whatevkrl
Why do human beings 6et so perverse