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

BY Gilmore Meherin
Suddenly she raised her head, and
meeting his vivid eyes, moved to
ward him, seized his hands, pressing
them against her face.
He drew deep, panied breath
Chickie, what's the matter with
you? Oh, you don't feel that ndser
cole about it--over that? A little
thing like thatv'
: 4 soft, broken sound: "You call
it little. Oh. it's not just that. It's
everything"
What do you mean by every.
thing?"
You like to go there. You think
] shouldn't oppose you. You want
to meet these people-I'm not
enough for you. Oh, see"
$ss
AIRY put his arm about her.
Tx 1--WE can't do this, Chiclxie-
@J we can't go wild over every
thing that comes up. I'm sorry I
VENT didn't really want to. en-
Joyed that dinner, yes-and I've
liked these meetings-that's what
you mean. But you aren't going to
make me out a criminal because I
went to see an old friend for an
hour, are you? I'd seem a churl to
refuse request like that"
"You didn't tell me. You didn't
intend to. Is that fair?"
mo, suppose not. But 1 guessed
you wouldn't like it, and Lord! if
we're going to nag each other over
every little thing-well-"
The cords Of her throat frightened
like a claw-like a hot, living an
guish. She kept looking at her
hands, rubbing them. "She knows
about us, Barry. Should she ask
you to go there? She knows as well
AS we'll about us!''
Listen, Chickie, Tia Moore doesn't
look at things the way other people
do. She doesn't think a snap about
asking me to go there, like she did
yesterday. She would have asked
me just the same if I were fifty or
If were married. She doesn't think
of love. She has a hundred inter-
ests-"
He covered her twitching hands;
consoled her, saying again and
again, Don't make a tragedy of It,
I like to go there-yes. I like to
talk to her. But I like talking to
Basil Arthur or Tufts. Is that any
thing? Oh, it isn't. It has nothing
to do with love. love you-Chickie
you know that-no one else"
She let her head rest against his
shoulder, her eyes wet. Really,
Barry? DO you mean it? Only say
it, If it's true"
She grew calm. letting her
thought sink In her emotions. But
the fear of losing him crept into her
heart and lodged there, alert. whis-
pering with terror. So that now, If
she stood at her window and he
didn't hurry from the shadow with
a happy grin, she thought: Hes
tired of me-tired of this" And
if he came, leaned his hands on the
ledge, made swift movement with
his lips, tears shot to her eyes. He.
did that just to please her-not be-
cause he wanted to-oh, she could
tell
TN7HE was far removed from the
INI blithe, f1ippant Chickie who
~ felt herself indeed blessed
damosel" clothed with mysterious
charm; who took his first gift-the
little set of books-with majestic
"The whole earth you bring, Mr..
Red? Tish! IT'S no more than I
expect"
1t made her tense and hypersensi-
tive, so that little incidents unnerved
her. Jonathan raising her chin in
his palm, saying, "Chickie, girl, little
springs inside all quiet today?"
Janina trying to comfort her with
out knowing why she was'so discon-
solate.
Or Barry sitting In the machine,
musing, recalling arguments and
quotations. Oh, that let her know
lila was In his mind; oh, that made
her wind her hands under his, call
him back
Even Wilde could do a thing that
made her heart brim. Like one Sun
day morning when they were walk
Ing. The dog kept bounding ahead
OF them and running back, tapping
his paws inquisitively as though to
say. What's happened? Can't you
people hurry?" Finally he dashed to
Chickie's side, walking along somber-
ly, licking her hand. rubbing his
nose against her. When she paid