The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-05-21

no attention he jumped up, seeming
all concerned, and licked her face.
She stopped down quickly, -patting
him. She was touched piercingly.
She said with a little hysterical
laugh: "Oh, you love your pretty
lady, dog-don't your"
Even in the sweetest moments
when both Of, them were gay, her
feelings quivered at the surface,
waiting for hurts. AS one night
when they had dinner downtown
and were sauntering along Illinois St.
afterwards, looking in the shop
windows. Often Chickie made him
do this, rather delighting at his re-
luctance; at his scorn for her absorb
ing interest in clothes. She was
aware that he was secretly appalled,
at her pre-occupation with the things
Of. fashion.
They looked at wonderful black
crepe wrap widely bordered with
summer ermine. Chickie sighed. All
| these alluring furs and lustrous fab
RIGS filled her with sensuous joy. She
said dreamily: Some day, my dar-
ling Red, you'll swathe me in mole
and squirrel from my head to my
feet and seven diamonds to wear in
my hair, place of the seven stars,
you know"
Would that make you SO hap
Ply, CHECKER"
would it,"
Rather than a trip to Honolu-
luz"
Both want both
He laughed: But the coat first, I
take it! Lordee, Chickie, you spend
an awful lot on what you wear. In
year you could stock a library
you just about spend your whole
salary on clothes"
Doesn't he wish me to be
beautiful? Doesn't he like me in
gorgeous raiment-"
"Well-he do. But If you stop
too count it up. you're just giving
UP your life and all your earnings
to these things. It's your great
interest. That's awful. Take clothes
away from the average girl and you
take her life, don't your
Another time she would have
answered airily: ooh. us wimmin!
We're the empty lotr'
But now she thought with a
chill: my only interest! He com.
pairing meEto her."
She grew silent, turning her head
from him. He reached down for
her hand. mot sore. frail? Not
mad for a little thing like that?"
'No-why, no--of course notw
But her eyes had a hurt, gentle
look in them. And he had come
to expect this-watch for it. It was
a torment to him. Inwardly it made
him restless-burdened
He didn't want Chickie to look
at him so. Say something gracious;
something sweet: make her laugh.
He began to talk. Remember that
engineer I met? Fellow who's been
in Alaska all these years? He
dropped into the office today Look
gave me a nugget. There it is!
IOuIS, IL oil.
He put the little drop of gold
on her glove She was delighted
Wasn't that generous? Why did
he come in--he must like your"
He paused. Then hurriedly: well
he's giving dinner Saturday
night-kind of farewell. He's going
back next week. He asked me to it,"
ooh" and quietly: els it stag
AFFAIR.""
Mono. don't think Sesame
crowd as the other ons--'
Family: You're goingT'
IT haven't thought about IT,"
She bit her lips, her feet
stumbling.
He said, tensely: you think !
shouldn't don't your"
She wouldn't answer.
"You do?"
II don't know" and brokenly:
Whatever you want"
He let it pass. When he was
leaving her that night, he said,
well, I'm not going to that dinner,
Chickie. I'd like to-of course-but
/ don't care if you feel so-honestly.
Now laugh-good Lordl"
And she did. She ran her hands
UP to his neck. She pulled his head
down, pressed her cheek on his.
AT noon Saturday he said to her
suddenly: II have to work tonight,
| Chickie.'
1t came so abruptly she stared.
She said, incredulously: "Oh-you
| do"
He watched her narrowly, his an
swer rough: Eyes! I dor
"Why-all right"
But she felt as though hot iron
scared over her body, scorching to
her veins. And the heat Of 1t grew.
She couldn't put it down.
That night, sitting in the quiet,
watching Jennie at her sewing, iona
than at his paper, she felt the burn
Of 1t spreading to her mind-her
heart-lighting wild fires. Had to
work-night of the dinner
| She got UP. her eyes darting; IT
think I'll drop down and see Mary
|