The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1924-02-26

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for?"
Tears filled her eyes. She
thought: "I1e brings me these in
place Of love. He wants to make
it up to me"
Yet she chung to him the more
desperately; gave him the brim.
ming tenderness Of her heart.
Bind him to her in these thousand
aching chords Of joy. Never should
he be free again. She taxed him:
II love you, Barry--so! Enough
for both Of us!"
He laughed: Didn't say that,
Chickie. One Is never enough for
two"
She wished to answer: "Oh,
won't keep you. The door is open,
Barry-GoY'
But her lips would never frame
ask: you'll do your own share
OF the loving, win your" She
wouldn't risk that. She only re-
peated with gayety that tore
wounds in her heart: Eyes! Mine
is enough for ten"
When q woman loves enough
for ten she loves far too much
for one. It was pathetic and
in q way terrible that she should
reallEe this as she did. That she
should see him fighting to keep
his feeling-gentle to her--making
burden OF it--not knowing.
More terrible that she should
want him, even so. That she
should raise the pretty eyes to
his. draw his head down: hold his
spirit with her beauty; with the
completeness Of her devotion.
One night at the close Of the
lecture-an occasion when liza
Moore was not present, Basil
Arthur, hurrying to leave, said to
Barry: you'll decide to come,
hope. You shouldw
1t CHANGED that his face paled;
that he gave some inaudiblee re.
spanse and shrugged. She no.
ticed.
They drove home through the
park. Neither Of them spoke. They
swung aroung the Tea Gardens,
parking at the lake. He smoked
silently, stretching his legs out,
his profile toward her.
She said in hushed, frightened
voice: what are you thinking,
Barry?" knowI That I'm keep
ing you from all that-oh you
want to go-you want to 60"
He didn't answer. She ran her
hand up and down along his arm
swiftly: els this so, Barry?-Oh,
you should tell me-
'No-Chickie, listen, that's de-
cided, finished. Don't go back"
But you are! You're gloomy
about it."
Might be other things, Chickie."
She could scarcely draw her
breath. Barry, do you mean me?
And US? You're gloomy about
that? Oh. I've felt itv'
He answered bluntly: Tufts has
taken his son into the office. He's
come back from the East. That
let's me out, / can see. That
means begin over again, practi.
cally. At 25-not so goodr'
Thoughts charged her brain in
bolts: Lets you out? Then
you're free? You could go? Moth
ing to hold you back but me-
Oh, is that it, Barry? Really, you
would like to go, wouldn't your"
He shrugged. A quizzical, un-
even laugh. "Well-look here,
frail, it's a rather fetching propo.
sition, isn't it? Four or five bril-.
liant people along-an over the
world. Listens sweet,
doesn't it. And not such years ago,
If my memory serves me right,
you wanted to take a little yacht
ing trip, didn't your"
"Only for a week. This is to be
months-maybe a year."
But I'm not going, am II"
She said aghast: But you want
to. Oh-.brilliant people along.
You're thinking of i'll can see.
I'm not enough-not any more"
He seized her hands, pressed
them: "Chickie! For the love of
heaven! Don't! I'm not going. I'm
not thinking of it, now. l tell you
I'm not!'
"Oh, no" She gave a little fran
tic cry. "No! That's why you're
so quiet-so still! That's why you
sit here silent. Oh, but you laugh
with them. I've noticed. You want
them. You do"
glow WILL We 60eH,
Barry. know. You love liza
Moore. You're tired Of me. You
want to get away. I have no
BRAIN" =
"Oho, Chickie-stop-don't let's
degaade each other! Don't do
that"
She laughed Historically, biting
her lips. Degrade? Why, we've
done that already. And now you
compare me to her. You shove
books at me. All the time you're
thinking of her-wishing I was
brilliant. But I'm not. You can
go-You go-Go-You won't throw
things up to me! You WON'T
He clenched her arms: Don't
say that! Don't you dare. I've
never-not for a moment. Oh,
Chicl1ie-this is awful-this is sor-
did-Oh, Lord"
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