The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-07-18

touched hers, cl1nched his arms.
"Go-will 1? Will I!''
She threw her head back with a
soft, frantic cry and saw black
mass bound; make flying leap
through the air. Came fiat impact
of bodies, snarling growl. Luis
pitched backwards, Wilde jamming
against him.
Like a dash Of blood in her eyes
-mottled sound: "God-call him on
my God"
A murderous growl-then Chickie
ran. She yelled: Dog! Dog! and
pulled with all her might on his col
lar. Downtown Wilde" He
turned to her with furious snap
ping sound, hunched till his head
burrowed along the ground, followed
her.
She stood a few feet from the pros
trate figure, tingling and GREATNESS.
But seeing Lamarck roll over on his
side, swearing, half staggering to his
feet, a fluttering, wild elation seized
her.
Luis crouched on his knees, the
snarling, defeated passion of an ami
NAL in his pose: Hold the beast!
My God-want to murder me?'
Wilde pulled along the ground
on his launches, so that Chickie had
to wrap her arms about him, laugh
ing against his ear: flush, Wilde
nor She could see Lamarck's white
shirt, the sleeve of his coat ripped
in two.
She said: Get up. Can't you see!
Get out of here quick. I'll hold the
dog a moment longer. You go! And
I warn you-never speak to me
again. Never come within a block
of mel"
He held his hand against his
shoulder, kept looking at it. He
backed from them, hoarse, sputter-
ing sounds rushing through his
teeth.
When he was gone Chickie sank to
the ground, pulling the dogs head
against her shoulder, and cried with
all her heart. Wilde licked her
face soothingly like an old woman
SAYING: There now, honey-dont
you cry about it. We won, didn't
WEI"
Relief it was that brought the
tears. An uplift as of some ire
mendous victory stirred through
every pulse; as thought it were she
and her own brave spirit, not just
the dog, that had conquered. she
felt, for some reason, dauntless and
glad. She kept saying: "Oh, you
dog! You're just a blessed thing
you are!'
For that he licked her hand
hastily, shook his head as though to
put an end to this embarrassing con-
versation. Yet he chung to her side,
all but walking on her feet the whole
distance home.
Not all the dog who had won.
Chickie knew this. He sat at her
feet that night. AS she read, her
hand stroked his sleek, beautiful
head, and there was in her thoughts
now a sense of power; a feeling of
confidence she had not known be-
fore.
Two hours ago she had wished to
rush out into some struggling
crowd, jab with her elbows, walk
over peoples feet. She had burned
with hate.
Now she had for life a sense of
comradeship, as though she and it
set forth together on a great, haz-
ardous adventure, and indeed, made
a brilliant, flying start. Chickie
was willing, even eager, to bet on
herself and the outcome.
Luis Lamarck would have tagged
her; would have given her what a
beautiful young girl in her place
was seeking have pushed
her into the old, cruel groove. She
had bolted free.
Not chance his time that had
saved her-herself-good, old dog
too. She laughed, caught his thin
jaws, looking into the steadfast, de-
voted eyes that had yet such lordly
light about them. Love your pretty
lady, don't you, dog? You wait!
tell you, waltz
She got up early Sunday morn
ing, walked in a blithe marching
sun down the street and through the
tunnel. She wanted the Sunday
papers. It occurred to her that she
would find job-and that 1t would
be a good one. 1t should, of course
three times, you know, for luck
She walked clear to the tunnel to
buy her paper from old Julie. Julie
was a friend of hers-the only one
she had down here.
Julie wasn't there. The conductor
who stood at the incline, selling
tickets for the crazy little car that
climbed in an almost perpendicular
path over the tunnel, answered
Chickie's inquiry: Julie? Bumped
last night by an automobile-taken
to the hospital"
Oh, sure! He guessed she was dead,
all right-old bones are brittle.
Chickie bought her paper from a
little colored boy. She took the car
for one of the quietest of the
beaches. There was one white house
set in broad green lawn, right
across the street from the lake.
There were long rows of these
houses but this one had an air about
itself possessed and serene. Chiclde
always walked past it. She won
dered what sort Of people lived
within.
AS soon as Wilde saw the waves
he tugged at his leash. He was
ready for a run. Chickie sat on a
stone bench and read the ads. She
kept thinking Of the bulky. gentle