The Washington times., 1924-04-14

chances, Mr.. Lamarck. Oh.
really -
"Ah-my dear! You'll let me
give you the many things you
want? l can, you knoW--every-
thing beautiful young girl in
your place is looking for. See
here-they were for you! You
didn't know that? Was it jealous
you were? Here they are"'
He held UP the string of opals,
dropped it slowly in her lap.
When she didn't even turn her
head; when she only bit her
breath sharply. Luis came closer:
Take them, my darling. won't
consider l have any string on
you" His hand crept over hers
You can be as free as bird
If you like"
Chickie saw a dark shadow NOV
ing-ah, Wilde trotting amicably
In the middle of the. street. She
jumped abruptly to >the ground,
giving a little sobbing laugh so
great was her ecstasy of relief.
She took the opals and dashed
them in Lamarck's face: You
go-Luis LaInarck. Co..!
He sprang back. dumbfounded
and aghast-made furious grab
for her wrists. You devil! You
little devilw He pressed his face
forward until it touched hers.
cIinched his arms: "Go-will l.
Will To-
She threw her head back with a
f,.aV ~ IN a HACK
mass bound; make a flying leap
pact OF bodies, a snarling groWl.
Luis pitched backwards, Wilde
jan1ming against him.
Like a dashsof blood in her eyes
,-mottled sound: "God-call him
'off-my God"'
A murderous growl-then Chickie
ran. She yelled: Dog! Dog! and
pulled with all her might on his
collar: downtown Wilde" He
turned to her with furious snap
ping sound, hunched till his head
burrowed along the ground, fol-
lowed her.
She stood a few feet from the
PROSTATE figure, tingling and
breathless. But seeing Lamarck
roll over on his side, swearing,
half staggering to his feet.
fluttering, wild elation seized her.
Luis crouched on his knees, the
snarling. defeated passion Of an
animal in his pose: Hold the
beast! My God-want to murder
me?"
Wilde pulled along the ground
on his launches, SO that Chickie
had to wrap her arms about him,
laughing against his ear: Hush,
Wildie-nop' She could see La
marcks white shirt, the sleeve Of
his coat ripped in two.
She said: Get up. Can't you
see! Get out of here quick. I'll
hold the dog a moment longer.
You go And / warn you--never
speak to me again. And never
come within a block OF me-"
He held his hand against his
shoulder, kept looking at it. He
backed from them, hoarse. sput-
tering sounds rushing through his
teeth.
When he was gone Chickie sank
to the ground, pulling the dogs
head against her shoulder, and
cried with all her heart. Wilde
licked her face soothingly like an
old woman saying: There now,
honey---don't you cry about it.
We won, didn't we?'
Relief it was that brought the
tears. An uplift as of some ire
mendous victory stirred through
every pulse: as though it were
she and her own brave spirit, not
just the dog, that had conquered.
She felt, for some reason, daunt-
less and glad. She kept saying:
"Oh, you dog! You're just a
blessed thing-you are!'
For that he licked her hand
hastily, shook his head as though
to put an end to this embarrass-
ing conversation. Yet he chung
to her side, all but walking on her
feet the whole distance home.
Not all the dog VINO had won.
Chickie knew this. He sat at feet
that night. AS she read, her head
,stroked his sleek. beautiful head,