The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-02-12

violence went often hand in hand
The bent head. the averted eye, the
faltering voice, the wincing figure
these, and not the unshrinlking gaze
and frank reply, are the true sig
nails of passion Even in my short
life I had learned as much as that
or had inherited it in that race
memory which we call instinct.
Gladys was full Of every woman
ly quality. Some judged her to be
cold and hard; but such a thought
was treason. That delicately
hronzed skin. almost oriental in its
coloring, that raven hair, the large
LIQUID eyes. the full but exquisite
ltps,-all the stigmata OF passion
were there. But / was sadly con-
scious that up to now 1 had never
found the secret Of drawing it forth
However, come what might, should
have done with suspense and bring
matters to a head tonight She could
but refuse me. and better be a re-
pulsed lever than an accepted
brother.
So far my thoughts had carried me
and I was about to break the long
and uneasy silence, when two critical
dark eyes looked around at me, and
the proud head was shaken In smil-
ing reproof. 'I have a PRESENT.
ment that you are going to propose.
Ned. I do wish you wouldn't; for
things are much nicer as they are. ,"
drew my chair a little nearer.
''Now. how did you know that was
going to propose?" asked in gen
uine wonder.
Don't women always know? Do
you suppose any woman in the world
was ever taken unawares? But
oh, Ned, our friendship has been so
good and so pleasant! What a pity
to spoil it! Don't you know how
splendid it is that young man and
a young woman should be able to
talk face to face as we have taIked?"
I don't know, Gladys. You see.
l can talk face to face with-witi1
the station-master." I can't imagine
how that official came into the mat.
ter; but in he trotted, and set us both
laughing. That does not satisfy me
in the least. l want my arms round
you, and your head on my breast,
and-oh, Gladys, I want
She had sprung from her chair.
as she saw signs that I proposed to
demonstrate some OF my wants.
You've spoiled everything. Ned.
she said. TITS all so beautiful and
natural until this kind of thing
comes in It is such a pity! Why
capt you control yourself?"
/ didn't invent it, pleaded. TITS
nature. It's love-
We'll, perhaps if both love. il NAV
De different. I have never felt II. !"
But you must-you, with your
beauty. with your SOUL Oh, GLADYS
you were made for lovei You must
loves'
One must wait till it comes"
But why can't you love me
Gladys? Is it my appearance -
what?"
she did unbend little. She nut
forward a hand-such gracious
stopping attitude it was-and she
pressed back my head. Then sbs
looked into my upturned face WITH
a very wistful smile.
No, it isn't that" she said NJ Lee.
You're not conceited boy bv ne.
ture and so I can safely tell Won i
IS not that. It's DEEPER
My character?"
She nodded severely.
What can I do.to mend ~ NJ
slt down and talk it over No raaI,r
won't If you'll only sit DOWN,
one looked at me with a wonda~.
ing distrust which was nucb 49,
70 my mind than her whole-bearte.s
confidence. How primitive and he.
tial it looks when you put 4 dowu
IN black and whiteLand nerbars
al5er all it is Only a feeling pecnI,s :.
10 myself. Anyhow. she sat down
me?" "'''isS with
I'm in love with somebody else ;,
she said. eise'
chair. 'p oue OF my
It's nobody in particular. she
explained laughing at the expression
of my face; "only an ideal so T.va
never met the kind Of man mean ;,
zen me about him. What does h.
look lil1e?" uoes ne
YOU" much iike
How dear of you to saw that,
We'll what is It that he does that 7
don't do. Just say the word-tae-
total, vegetarian, aeronaut theosonb-
isl, superman. III have a trv at -
siaoys. II you will only give me an
Idea what would please you"
she laughed at the elasticity of my
character. = ny
Wen, in the first place. don,t
think my ideal would speak I,la
that" said she. '.He Womb ha :
harder, sterner man. not SO ready 10
adapt himself to a silly girls within.
But, above all, he must be a mar
VINO could do, who could act who
could look Death in the face ana
nave no fear Of him, a man OF ereat
deeds and strange experiences. It is
never a man that 4 should love. but
Always the glories he had won: for
tney would be reflected upon me.
Think OF Richard Burton! When I
| read his Wffass life ~ 49,. ,.
SO understand her Lowell And Lady
Stanley! DID you ever read the won.
derful last chapter OF that book
about her husband? These are the
sort Of men that z, rro.,.... -