The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-08-17
DR.. Ramm Learns All the Details
of Chickie's Child's Birth
and Death.
and Death

eagerness to return-speak to her
see her
He decided finally to read-and
forced the concentration that rarely
failed him. After an hour he grew
impatient; after two hours he tossed
the book aside
So they were engaged and were to
have been married; and the fellow
ditched her-the damned skunk
The violence of his contempt tenn
pered Immediately. Good thing he
did-much better
Suddenly he remembered the letter
Chickie had written terminating
their friendship; cancelling all her
dates and that pathetic doom she had
pronounced on herself: From now
on I must give myself to the work
and to that alone. 1t is a better thing
for me to do"
From now on! All her life she
must go alone! Well-must she!
And there was again this judg-
L. "
way, to take the consequences we
ourselves have courted. We should
be glad to suffer if this is what we
need to make US strong-David-
you believe this-you do?"
1t ran along his nerves now in a
piercing way. She had sat forward
in the car, her face uplifted, the
beauty of the night no holier than
her look.
He would leave in the morning.
He would leave early. He would go
at once and see her. He would put
his arm about her.
Again the voice in his mind whis-
pered:, You love her-you love
her
What if he did! What about it?
He sat with his arms folded on the
book. Suppose he did love her. His
affair-nobody else's.
Faces took shape and filed be-
fore him. He viewed them with a
chill irony-faces of women and girls
he knew-lifted brows-curled lips
things that would be said
And why? Because of this pitiful
affair that had come INTO her life?
Because of this, she was not to be
loved?
Then he summoned Chickie's form
and her face into this group-he
contrasted her with these others.
There was Marsha Newlands.
Marsha was a good sort-handsome
in a way. She dabbled idly in art
and cocktail. At every dinner she
had some potent new mixture to Of
fer. She could outdrink any two
men.
But Marsha had money; she
talked with a posy brilliance of
COMMUNISM and fraternity. She was
a friend of eminently respectable
people His sister thought highly Of
Marsha-she had social prestige.
That would be nice marriage for
David. It had been urged upon his
attention.
There was Gladys Rosa demure
little vampire who wore her coal
black hair bobbed with thin curlicues
pasted to her cheek-bones. Well, it
was fun to pass an hour with
Gladys-more than an hour was
utter boredom. Her tongue ratified
along, echofng, repeating. If Gladys
had ever thought a thought-ever
experienced an honest emotion, 1t
left no trace on mind or heart
There was Dulcie Hartwick-step-
daughter and protege of Emily Bur
della distant aunt of his. Dulcie
was a sweet little flapper with a
cool million in her own right. She
rather adored him-and blushed and
used to say: David, think you're
just too awful-you swear SOL" And
she expected him to roar at that,
Whenever he called on mis- aunt
rarely enough, Dulcie took rose
and made him stoop down while she
put it in his buttonhole. She would
purse her lips and say: There, now,
amt that sweet?" Because he knew
she wanted him to kiss her-he
never did-he thought her quite ri
diculouS
But Emily lauded her to the skies.
Think of that fortune What does
a brilliant man want with an intel
lectual wife?
1t would be wonderful marriage.
He would establish himself securely
in society. The eyes Of the world
would smile upon It.
And when the door of his own
home closed? Well-such a trif1e to
consider!
Then Chickie stood in line with
these others. He saw her sitting
in the garden of the little cottage,
saw the mighty Jonathan-the blush
ing and uncertain mother
But he. saw Chickie's face-and
her eyes. He heard her voice
Does a man love in order to please
the world-or to have them approve
his choice?
Does he marry to win his own
happiness; to meet his own mate?
Get up early in the morning and
race down Chickie's face
remained-aIl the others faded.
Ito Be Continued
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