The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-05-19

impatient sign, ana turning saw
Bess Abbott, with an air of great
resignation, pull down a heavy vol
ume.
She said merrily: "Oh, still alive,
Bess? I thought we had. you all
settled in that nice ivory cofflnv'
"No-still shutting along in this
weary coil! I've decided to linger
a while longer. You see, I've dis
covered myself, or rather Professor
Moline discovered mee' The brown
eyes glinted Wonderful, my dear
Perfectly thrilling to wake up at
twenty-five and suddenly learn that
one possesses soul-a-brain. Here
was destined to be a great philos-
opher and from the cradle they al
lowed me to waste my gifts on
clothes and teas and bridge. No
wonder I've died thousand
deaths"
Don't look so astonished. my
dear. I'm rational. I've been psy-
cho-analyzed. That's all. I paid
$3.50, revealed all my suppressed
desires, my wild longings, and in
return I'm told that I'm intellec-
tual. I must cultivate my brain.
Here / am,
isn't that exciting? Fancy a
man staring at me, cool as ice, and
saying: my dear Mrs. Stoney.
you're bored You have money, too
much Of 1t. You have friends, lei
sure, love. But you aren't satisfied.
Why? Because, Mrs. Stoney, you
have a brain. 1t clamors for nour-
ishment'
She ratified on in this glib mono
logue, delighted when Chiclxie, in
credulous and fascinated, exclaimed:
You don't mean to say that you
went to this strange man and told
him all your secretest thoughts, and
even things you feel and wish for?"
Bess raised her shoulder with an
amused sniff: HE tells you-tears
your past to tatters. I got off easy.
Why, my dear, the grilling he gave
Ethel Chadman! Fancy Ethel psy-
cho-analyzed into a job! Punching
time clock because Professor Moline
says, You're going to seed. Your
energies need outlet. You'd make
an excellent business woman. Don't
lose another week-go down and get
work, 1t it's standing behind a coun-
ter And Ethel goesl
well, here comes your steady
oh, by the way, why don't you two
M vi
ing Basil Arthur give course of
lectures"-she sighed languidly-"all
In the course of finding a soul, you
know. But he's good. We're start
Ing with Plato. You'll like that.
Red, I'm having a number of brows
present to lend atmosphere.
Chickie accepted with impulsive
delight. She, said childishly when
Bess was gone: isn't that other
wise, though? Isn't that capricious
like-turning philosopher over night!
I'm glad we're to 60"
He grinned. "Bunkt Idle dame
nothing to do but pamper herself
running around paying some
clever crook two and a half to tell
her she's a useless parasite Plato
well, leave it to fools to march in
where angels fear to tread"
Chickie dismissed him with a flip
pant: THAT for lordly male and
a cynicr'
She was stirred-alight with
eagerness. Bess and her world were
captivating.
fri HEY went. Machines we're
| parked for a block about the
- house.
idiots. We're crazy, Chickie, to
waste the whole evening. Let's not
go inn
"Hush--the idea! wouldn't dream
of missing itr'
They were late and took chairs
near the door of the library. The
room was crowded. The speaker,
standing behind table, had an alb
sent, negligent air-the look of a
poet or an ascetic in HIS broad
forehead and long slender nose. He
spoke in a voice so, low its sound
was scarcely audible. He went on
like this till a deadly hush spread
over the room. Then sentences
doomed. The mere volume and
wealth Of sound caught Chickde with
q thrill.
She listended spellbound, not
bothering to follow the drift Of the
talk. Plato-oh yes-pupil of So.
crates-a Greek-she knew this