The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-05-15
BY Gilmore Meherin

and it's much worse than petting
or flirting. I do that ~ little myself,
but I don't think Marge ought to go
in for things like this. She's getting
eullxier and sulkier, and it's awful
having a twin like this. But she
says it's still a mans world we live
in and the only way for a girl to get
by is to DE free like men and do the
things they do and not care a snap
about any little things.
"She says she means to know and
taste everything because that's life.
"And 1 should do the same or III
find myself hanging on a withered
hickory tree. But I don't believe
that, do you? Now you ought to
tell me because I'll bet all kinds of
men have made love to you. So
what do you Think
Chickie said, regarding her with
nervousness and amusement: well,
it's not true at all, Nance. You just
keep your own ideas.
"And 1 won't find myself dangling
from an old, dead tree?"
Indeed you won't. But Marge
may, because she's trifling with love,
and we shouldn't do that. And she
doesn't know what she's talking
about?"
The eager younger face Bright.
ened. Nance came over and swept
an arm about Chickie.
ET1ANCE regarded Chickie
I'M thoughtfully; You believe in
- L love, don't you? just know
1t. That nice Red Of yours! 1 love
him--so gallant, saying that clever
thing about you being the best what
was! Chickie, do you think some
one will love Nance like that some
day."
1t affected Chickie piercingly-
brought her feelings in a warm
tumu1t over her. She said haltingly:
"Of course, Nance. And "a wait
for it If I were YOU"
Nance kissed her. you sweet
honey-loveI All right Because
want real love and not just ex-
cuses for things"
What is real love, Nance? Do
you know
Nance wrinkled her chin imp
lshly. Like yours, Chickie. But no
one else who comes here has it,
that's true! I know.
She wondered why that made her
tremble-why it made her glad.
But it did. When they went into
the dance hall that night and he
caught her with sudden laugh, say
ing: Dance, frail, Look up--here"
and she found his face flushing, she
lowered her head against him. She
whispered? Don't! You're boldp'
But she was swept as completely
as the night year ago when he said
for the first time. "Chickie-I love
you" Swept and content.
That night late they were stand
ing on the balcony, hidden by the
roses. They looked down into the
gardens and saw couple walking
about-some coming from machines
Others entering the house, going
softly down the halls.
From the room below the music
stole up gently--a touch Of lone
liness singing in the silence. She
said: Barry, I came and stood here
a year ago--rAmember?"
"RemembeA. what? That we had
wandered down to the pool2"
"Yes--but not that-remember we
were so astonished-and when I
came back here I couldn't sleep. l
loved you SOL
And now. Chickie-you care more
don't your"
IF l could
And they were talking like that.
He sat on the rail. The moon
dropped a long shaft of silver
through the trees. He pulled her to
him She whispered TITS very
late'--
you want me to go?"-
"No-never-but you'll have to-
I'm always afraid
N"Of course, CHECKER"
at don't know. Barry, it's differ
ent with us than with these others
here? Isn't it?"
"Of course"
She laughed: "Yes-even Nance
could see It.
They forgot these others-they
were shut out from them.
And suddenly came a hanging at
the door of the room. She sprang
to her feet. He held her hand,
Marge called out thick1y: "Chickie!
Oh-busy!"
In a blaze Of indignation she flew
In the room, flung the door open.
Marge was going down the hall,