The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-05-08

bent down to her whispering: tits
no use! It's too late now. Chickie
you love me? Oh, say i~t-please-
look up-you won't? Want me to
go? You think 1 should offer this?"
Then he was going with hurried
steps down the path; twigs snapped;
leaves rustled. She was alone.
She felt her spirit numb in a
GOODNESS, bleaker than death
Gone! He was gone! The bald,
incredible fact smote her, seeming
suddenly observation-disclosures
unnecessary. Gone-why?
She began running down the trail,
In her wildness, her feet stumbled.
Then she heard Jennie moving
about the kitchen, singing in a
gentle, high falsetto. She crept back
Up the hillside.
And she waited, crouched against
the tree-listening. The silence
sprang open with a whistle, hoarse,
throbbing, prolonged. The train 60
ing out, carrying him away, carry
ing her heart, her thought. Leaving
her to sink in this stark emptiness;
leaving her to struggle with this
gaunt specter-gone. He was gone
now.
Hours she sat there, limp, over
powered, drinking in the impossible
cruelty Of his leaving. Again and
again she started to her feet, goaded
by a thousand memories. They as
sailed her like brutal whips.
you're sending me away, Chickie.
You think I should offer this?' And
the strained passion Of supplication
on his lips-she fought against the
ashland took it. Yes-sent him
away. She had done this-pushed
him from her. Told him to go.
And now she lay here beating the
earth in a frantic protest-calling
him back. denying with impotent
anguish the thing she had done.
EAvES crunching-Jonathan
calling: "Chickie! Chickie,
IL eirl!' Loud, misunderstanding
again.
She hid in the stubs. Flooding Of
his heavy feet: "Oh, Chickie-
where are you? Dinners ready"
In tho morning a feverish i'm
patience-almost a gladness seized
her. He would wire-send a tele-
gram. He would say: "Ah, listen,
Chickie, I can't stay here. I'm
coming back!' She must get that
message-hug it to her. She hur-
rled to the station.
There was no word. Nor the
next day. It was the beginning OF
days that devastated her mind, tore
away it's poise and left In it's place
only a wild aching protest; made her
heart O. clamorous, seething thing
that awakened her In the night,
weak and terrified by its demand
ing.
She lay there wide.eyed-listen-
ing. Often it seemed that the still
ness of the forest rang and there
came flashing through the dark a
music: "Ah, Chickie-you're SO
dear. I love your She murmured
again and again: "Come back
It was terrible being around
Jonathan; meeting his kind, half.
teasing eyes. Jonathan had such a
way Of raising her face and search
ing it, chuckling: "Chickie, girl
lonesome?"
"Of course, of course-Jonathan
don't!"
won't tell your old dad? You
love the lad?'
Chickie managed to laugh. "Oh
I'm all full Of love. you know
That's all there's to us weak wander
ing wimm1n!"
Keep a heart, girl! He'll be here
again. No time at all to Sun
day"
That-or a scene like It, day aftel
day
Thursday she went to the station
She had to dress herself, comb he
hair all smooth, laugh. chat-wait
But nothing seemed to he,
necessary.
Wanda Lent. pretty in a viva
cious gypsy fashion and n of tn,
youngsters who had tried archly t.
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