The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-06-06

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looked with envious admiration at
that Chickie of theirs
Thinking this, the veins at her
heart swelled; they were rsting,
Now-Jennie would know iona
than would beat his head. They
would come here il the morn
ing and find her dead. They
would know she had done this fear
full thing; they would know why.
Mary would know-and Jimmy-the
whole world
She made a frantic, Wild, Juggling
effort She tried to jerk her arms
from their sockets.
She heard a cry, shrill protesting.
opening the night like red wound.
She crying out like that Cod
that was shel
EN- running along the bridge.
IMIl Two men. They stopped.
Ill They seized her elbows,
raised her One took her frozen
hands and with a terrible strength
tore them from between the cross
beams. The flesh bled. She felt
nothing. She dropped in some ones
arms.
hey laid her down. One said:
Better get an ambulance. Suicide,
suppose"
A wild thing leaped within her.
Through the fogs heaving at her
mind, these two peering faces be.
came startling in their menace. She
sat up, reaching out the poor, bleed
ing hands, smiling vaguely. She
touched the speaker, tried to say:
ooh, no! Why-I fell stumbled"
But she could only shake her head.
The man said to his companions:
"Wait a BIT" And kindly to
Chickie: Think you can walk?"
She got up then. She said in a
voice that choked and strained:
Yes"
But she staggered. The man
helped her. He said: Likely to
try that again, Miss?"
II lost my balance. was sit
ting"
bad place to sit, Miss--this time
Of night"
She couldn't move her fingers.
But she made her lips smile. This
was the only thought III her mind
-escape-g getaway. She said:
"Please-I'm all right--please-''
Walk then-let me see"
She tried. She steadied herself
along the railing. She came back
to him and laughed: 1.-The cars
not far-thank you--You're kind"
But he wouldn't let her go. See
here, Miss-you can't make it. Your
feet are soaked. You can't walk.
Better let me get the ambulance.
"Ho! I'm all right-please."
but see here, Miss! mind you,
don't sit here and lose your bal
ance again" He took her arm, half
carrying her to the car.
She dropped to a place in the
corner, hiding her wet shoes, her
dripping skirt. She was the only
occupant now. She put her bruised
hands in the wide sleeves of her
coat.
Her wrists were iron things. They
were enormous. They were in
flames. She could scarcely bear
their weight and their fire.
But her mind was cold 1t was
lump Of ice. The cruel chill Of
it bit through her nerves.
She sat low in the seat, staring
from the window. She could feel
the tapping Of the water, the MASSEY
dark and the wind, sinking like
death about her.
Her eyes burned. Now the car
taking her back was fated thing
it's wheels and their grind, crush
ing her. She listened. Going back
each block nearer.
1t became hard for her to breathe;
hard to quiet the thing that
thumped and was so frightened at
her throat.
She knew that she must face it
now. She would not wind her
hands about the beam again. She
would not hang there, dangling
above the water. Face it-yes--
How? God-how? She covered.
She thought of Jennie and her father
down the pain of her body.
N Italian woman with a dark.