The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-05-19

from her high school history. When
the lecture was finished she knew
little more.
But she said to Barry: Wonder
ful-such a voiceP' Her eyes shone.
lie answered, tense, Like 1t,
frail? Say-good, wasn't it?"
Now there was a pleasant STIR
then an animated rush of talk
then Bess and several others throng-
ing at the long table and Basil
Arthur with a slightly contemptu-
Gus smile holding court.
Barry said: "Well-show's over.
Come again next week-eh?"
I'D love to-I like this!' And
Chickie was glancing about the
wide room, noting the tapestries
the walls lined with books
And some one stood behind her.
Some one said in a voice that was
soft like water: "Oh. Miss Bryce
what a pleasure! We philo-
sophers meet now and then"
Chickie turned with start. She
knew the blood flew into her face.
But even in her confusion she saw
Barry's forehead stain. She said,
holding down her sudden excitement,
Miss Moore-Tm glad. You're here
for all summer"
mot that long" Tia Moore
beautiful - an air of nobility
about her-her skin whiter-eyes
bluer-so it seemed to Chickie In a
quick stab of fear.
For Tia Moore began to talk
1.-THE lecture - really penetrating
wasn't it?" And she turned &c
Chickie with comments that Chickie
didn't quite understand. Barry
answered.
And all at once Chickie grew hot
and uncomfortable. She smiled
made a few struggling remarks
Then she listened, her cheeks pain
fully red.
lila said: well, I suppose well
meet again, next week? I've often
thought of you, Miss Bryce. And
we do look alike-you know! Only
you're prettier."
chickie laughed. "And you're
DEEPER
I'm not sure about that" She
turned to Barry, saying calmly. in
her clear, soft voice: I'VE see you
tomorrow night?"
"Yes-that's so!' He answered
swiftly, his face half turned. But
his lips trembled and he cast a
hurried look at Chickie. He knew
that she had heard.
m HEY got into the car. Neither
of them spoke. Chickie's
~ pulses raced. They made her
breath Observation-Disclosures. For
blocks they drove in silence.
Finally ne said, You're thinking
things"
She bit her lips. Tears stung hot.
ly at her eyes.
He said, resentfully, You are,
aren't you?"
She said, pitifully, Can help
it?"
Yes" said Barry. I'm going to
the Moore's for dinner tomorrw night.
Her father asked me. 1 met him the
night you ran away. / didn't care.
said I'd 60"
She made no comment.
well, you're angr p" He stopped
the car and stared at her. Don't
you believe me?"
"Don't-oh. don't let's quarrerl
again-yes-but now-you don't
need to go now. do you?"
'Well-well-you mean I should
ring up Moore and tell him won't
come? Why? You don't trust me
that much?"
ut is not that"
You want me to call It off I
can't do 1t. I'd make a fool OF my
self. I've known these people for
years. Moore is a big man. I'm not
going to give him a slap. It may
come back at us later" he went on,
justifying himself.
His words were littleenails driv-
ing cold into her mind. She said
"Oh, all right, then-go. You can't
help It,"
He took it lightly: Honestly.
ChiclSie? You don't care? Why
should you? Listen. frail-I've met
girls, haven't II"
She said-and laughed: ooh, my.
yes-and you so brilliant; and you so
handsome! But you weren't going to
tell me, Barry"
"Listen-I guessed how you'd feel.
What was the use?"
She pulled him down to her. She