The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1924-02-01
THE STORY OF "CHICKTE0 a. 4 H .,1 Ze9. +

cess to win. Brush away OBJ
tacles-love- her-anything
Even in the dark of her own
room; even lying with her face
against the pillows, her thought
raised proudly, ordered the tears
back. She should break her heart
about 1t! She should throw away
her youth wildly hoping and wait.
ing as Stella Wilson did. Better
to let 1t end-noW-
In tLe dressing room she pulled
the small blue hat coQuettishly
down to her dark appealing eyes,
letting a touch Of gold hair show
at her ears. She would look gay;
she would laugh merrily. No
one in the world should know.
But she went out of the build
ing to the limousine where Jake
waited and at every step her
trembling apprehension grew.
She cast about anxiously like
one afraid of pursuit.
AS Jake, sweeping his hat low,
met her she stepped breathlessly
to the car. She wanted to get
in--be off-escape.
She took her seat. She looked
up-then down. For a moment
her senses reeled. Barry was
thereon the notwithstanding,
first a shock, then a fury Of ac-
cusation in his eyes. He bowed
and passed. Chickie's day was
ruined. |Mtt
She had a crazy impulse to
Jump out and run after him, stop
him on the street and explain
oh tell him how her heart was
broken. She sat limp and
motionlesS.
Jake appeared not to, notice.
|, He became busy with the en-
CINE. She was thankful for that.
But when he saw her idling
with the lobster, separating 1t
with her fork and not eating. his
shoulders stiffened, his smiling,
vivid mouth, rich with much en-
joyment, sobered.
Got something to tell you,
Helena Brye. Kindly take notice
of y0Mr good friend Jake sitting
opposite you See that big, loose
limbed lantern jaw yonder? Eel!
low with the pretty little black
wench?"
She laughed. :"
"WeIl-he made me what ]. am.
Because of Lloyd Woodman and
thing he did ten years ago. Helena
and l are able to spurn choice
lobster today. Please ASK me
how come"
"EJow come. sir?n
Competition. / was loafing
along, making a little, wasting
much. Lloyd Woodman steps
angrily to the scene. A hustler
"a tremendous rival. In three
months he had taken four of my
clients; he had a machine. That
got my goat-whipped me up. l
threw off my coat and my gloves
4 wore them in my dandy days
Il went to 1t and won. Chances
are I'd be grubbing by at 500 a
month to this day II It hadn't
been for Lloyd. Nothing pulls
you up on the bit--business or
love like a sizable second busy on
the job. You didn't know that,
did you, ChiclIie, my dear?"
Her face, quiet and pale. stained
brightly. Not venturing to raise
her eyes, she smiled: You're
very clever, Jake. You know al
most as much as Janina!
His laugh rang out. "A COM
pliment. Indeed, my dear! But
I'm telling you something for all
that. Let a man think someone
else wants his job and Immediate
ly it becomes a prize to grip like
a bulldog; let fellow see THAI
someone else may steal his girl
and If there's a heart in him he's
on his feet fighting"
So Jake had seen. He wanted
her to feel tranquil now and at
ease.
WELL" she said slowly. TITS
a Door kind of love or ambition
that must be driven by someone.
else's engine"
mot driven by it Chickie-
only spurred little. Afraid the
other may reach the goal first"
Anyway! If l should ever
love-"
Jake smiled, a half.sad amuse-
ment in his eyes: Eyes, Chickie-
If you should ever love-well,
what about it?"
at wouldn't need any other
around to tell me of it or to make
me warmer"
You'd just up and burn to
death, eh? But don't you do that,
my dear! It's the one insanity a
beautiful woman dare not risk"
"Why-why that's the only way
at all-love with everything or
not at all!'
How old Chickie? Twenty-one?
Now, see here, men aren't big.
enough to take love like that.