The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-05-09
BY Elinore MeharfD
CHAPTER LVII.
On the Shore

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dream In the wonder Of
- his coming she felt lifted
from the earth to a world Of living
radiance. 1t was so that night and
tho next day.
He said with a boys breathless
e~agerness: You're not angry,
Chickie? Listea-I had to come.
Only for & day. Oh. you won't
mind THAR
She gave a little wild laugh and
wouldn't let him see her face nor
the wetness in her eyes. She whis-
pered only: mo. I'm glad you
came. Tell me now
For it was true. He was going
to San Francisco. Moore had wired
him to come as casually as though
1t were but a trip to Yonkers. The
appointment might be settled.
$50 I had to tell you that, Chickie.
It's all right, isn't it?"
"Yes-if it's only true now-you
think 1t Is, Barry?"
1--WE won't count on it too much.
We don't want to do that again, do
we?"
But they walked up to the path.
And they counted on 1t. They faced
each other, trembling in the dark;
they whispered: Perhaps! Oh. it's
sure to be now. 1T has to be-"
They had q day--the whole Of the
next day for the dream. They lay
on the sands by the lake and talking
Of this glowing future that might
soon be theirs, they were drawn in
most pain. He looked up at her and
smiled. She could have wept with
JOY. He touched her hand; 1t shot
her veins with fire.
Then he said, seeking her eyes:
"Chickie. do you feel bound to me?'
Masking her eagerness she asked
artlessly: why, what do you
mean? DO I owe you anything, kind
sir?"
"You do, indeed. But answer this:
Could you have let me go?"
Gould you have gomez"
IT seem to be here, don't T?
Kicked out on my face and back
again! No--I couldn't have gone.
I don't want to-"
She laughed to hidei q shouting
exultance: But 7 hear tell as how
the West is full of lures for callow
youth and you may forget the fair
M You may go and come again
no more"
He said quietly: II tried to do
that, Chickie. You seem to have
something Of me that I can't take
back. I wish"
What"
Nothing" But a flush dashed
to his temples. He went on rapidly:
THAT you loved me more than any
thing on earth"
She stopped him. IT think I do"
They talked like this for hours
Lying in the sun. They poured
out this golden wine and made a
chalice Of each others hearts"
When 1t came evening and she
stood at the little wooden shelf that
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room she dressed as though kings
were to see her. She looked into
the stained, clouded mirror and
laughed, saying with a lit: well
-yolk Of an egg, shall you outshine
the sun? Not If Helena Bryce a
help it," She put perfume behind
her ears and a few lavish drops on
her hair.
When she ran down to meet him
on the path his breath caught. He
said, teasingly: "Wimmin is wicked"
They went down to the beach. He
held her hand. "Only a few hours
more, Chickie." But when she
wiped her eyes he added; What a
sorry loveress you are"
But you'll soon be going, Barry"
TT may not be for long, Chickie."
What do you mean by that?
Aren't you sure-very sure?"
He laughed. docs one ever
know, Chickie? We only have this
hour for our own. Suppose the
train goes dashing off the track"
"No-don'tl Oh, I dreamed Of a
thing like that" She frightened her
fingers on his hand.
It was late, but no moo travelled
the inky sky. A thousand stars
strewed with faint diamonds the
dark breast Of the water.
He whispered; bending down
against her ear: BLACK, isn't It?
Are you afraid?"
No. It only makes you nearer"