The Washington times., 1924-03-31

some one old and quiet
But other times. like now when
whizzing humming birds were
fairy ships and the bees drank
long Of honey, youth cried out.
Oh, she longed for other days;
for Jonathan; for brightness; for
| a warm hand clasping hers. Ana
for all that she ordered grtmly:
ooh stop-stopw the want clam
ored and clamored in her heart.
She dreamed at night then. In
these dreams there was always q
| wind blowing. She struggled
against it through a river road OF
| oaks. The baby lay in ner arms
it's little cold face against. her
breast, 1t grew heavier ana
heavier until she sank IN the
damp earth because OF its weight
and its stiffness.
She fought against these mem
cries. They made her cry. BUT
not only in pity for that Chickie
who had suffered and now was
dead-in pity for anyone--an un.,
Outstanding Of tumult and pain.
Why, last night seeing Edith
Potter yielding up her pride and
her faith, she had been stirred
with this pity; had wished to say
to the brother: Don't be 30 harsh
oh, you don't know
She was sorry for him, too. be-
cause he asked so much OF life.
demanded with such imperious
passion that life give him
And now she was sorry for Bar
bara, owned by her love. She
wished to, put her arms about the
girl-hoid her back.
Strange how she longed to share
in this life, yet pitied those In
whom it throbbed.
Now, going with the note to
Paul Scott, she was torn between
sympathy and fear. Barbara had
a right to love; perhaps this was
the greatest and finest thing she
would ever know; how dared that
Edith to keep it from her! Yet,
il Barbara became reckless?
She had been fortunate the first
few days. He came. Edith was
out. But today at the last mo-
ment she had changed her plans.
She had come into the garden
where Chickie and Barbara wait.
ed. She was tired and decided to
lounge about with them.
Poor Barbara. She stole off
was gone about ten minutes. Com
ing back she sent imploring
glances at Chickie, saying finally:
"Oh-I'm so weary. Do me a
favor, Chickie? Get me that book
/ left on your bed?"
On Chickie's bed was a book
and in it the note with a scrawled
Get this to him-please. He can't
come while she's here
Scott waited in the shadow Of
trees in the far corner of the
grounds. He was fair haired,
strongly built, with an athletic
swing to his shoulders. Chickie
liked the fight, yet the kindness
of his face. He greeted her
anxiously. Something wrong,
Miss Bryce?"
Chickie smiled. 1.-THE de.
moniac-"
He read Barbara's note. The
straight glancing eyes fired. This
is a cowardly position I'm in.
don't know what to do" He said
1t with simple plea, as though
Chickie should tell him. That's
why / went away. 1t did no
good"
"Wen, I should think you would
see Mr.. Whitman. He worships
Barbara-he wouldn't want her
life spoiled"
Scott shrugged with a cynical
question. That's why he doesn't
want me around. He thinks I'm
bound to spoil it. I'm older than
Barbara. can't see what differ
ence that makes"
Chickie said: you think you
could make her happy?"
A blush that was frank and
gave him an eager, boyish look
went to his forehead. Yes.
haven't a great deal of money.
Why? Do you think do wrong?
We've talked it all over. Barbara
knows what she would have to
give up Z.
"She is only eighteen"
He glanced at Chickie, his jaw
clinched. He walked over to
tree, then returned. "Yes-but
she won't regret it. I'm sure Of
that"
Chickie thought, "oh, yes: sure
of things! All of us!' Yet she
believed in Paul Scott. With a
sudden impulse she put out her
hand. 81 hope you win. l hope
you do. But think Of her first
won't your" 4
When she returned, Edith said
with malice: ibid you read the
book first?". Barbara's eyes shot
with uncertainty.
did he care, CHECKER" she ask.
ed the moment they were alone.
did he seem awfully disappoint-
ed?"
She laughed when Chickie as.
scented. "Well-oh, don't YOU
think him glorious? Well-if you
saw the simps 1 meet most Of
times. Chickie; tell me. am I at.
tractive? Would you say l had
lasting qualities? Oh, don't Taught
But you know, II Paul should stop
caring for me; il he should grow
tired, I'd want to die. Really"
In the morning he was to
phone. Chickie always took these
calls as though they were for her
self. She was nervous, and once
or twice, hearing a click on the
wires, became alarmed lest Edith
should have overheard.
1t was SO. this morning. Paul
said: "I'd lille to see you, Helena.
Will this afternoon be all right?'
"Yes-I believe so. Yes, at the
same place."
1t was then she heard the click.
ing. But in a little while Edith
Joined them. I'm going to Pasa.
dena this afternoon. I'll be gone
a few days. Why don't you come.
too, Barbara?"
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