The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-08-04
An Inferno Teaches Chickie How
to Play Tennis and Jealousy
Enters the Plot

, that he would leave. Finally they
reached the cottage. Jennie was in
the garden. She had her apron filled
with early roses.
Seeing Chickie, her soft, faded
eyes lighted. She blushed when Har-
mon swept off his hat. Then she
said quantity, Twill the young man
stay to dinner?"
Harmon laughed: 1.-THE young man
willr'
It took Chickie off guard. She col
ored painfully. saying: "Oh, really,
DR.. Harmon?" but added swiftly,
"Then let us go in"
| Chiclxie's home comings were
events. Flowers on the table; Jen-
nie's bits Of silver and all the pretty
dishes gathered through many years.
And Jennie was an artist in the
cooking line. Even the bread and
butter, after the routine of the hos
pital, had an exquisite flavor.
When Jonathan saw company, his
eyes warmed-genial, old fellow, low
ing the mellow things of life. He
brought out all his company talk
oil stocks; early days in the city,
his recent trip to Chicago. Then
he told his fiat company jokes, en-
joying them hugely. He said naively;
'Well, doctor, and what do you think
of my girl? Will she make a good
nurse?"
Chickie burst out laughing. Har-
mons blonde face grew red: Il think
O. great deal of her and also of your
wife and of your dinner and OF this
most excellent pie!'
Jennie's ceaseless effort was re-
warded. 1t was honey, simple
hour, but all through 1T Chickie was
disturbed. She kept seeing Irene
standing at Harmon's chair, an &C.
cusing. venomous look on her face.
When he asked her to go to a leo
ture. she refused abruptly and to his
apparent establishment. II thought
YOU'D be Interested Miss Bryce,
| then he added swiftly: "By the way,
did you refuse to go to the theater
last Tuesday after promising that
you would?"
IT didn't know anything about 1t,
DR.. Harmon, if you must know! NO
invitation was extended to me. But
it is such a trifle."
He showed his hair from his fore
head in a measured way, saying:
"Of course, understood that, Miss
Bryce" But he was suddenly impa-
tient and in a hurry to leave.
When he was gone Chickie went
into the sun room. She sat in the
dark, feeling herself impersonal, re-
mote from life as a shadow.
What a pitiful thing it is that one
| person wishes to possess another!
| That one should want this absolute
claim on another's spirit! But
| thoughts can never be chained. They
exist only when free. Men and
women have compelled physical 10y
atty, but no one Of them has ever
stayed the winging of a thought nor
bound for long mind that sought
| to go.
Chickie knew it well. Suddenly
she remembered O. noontime when
one with gold hair and blue eyes
| drove I'D in an automobile and he
that then seemed god-like to her
came from the building and sat at
Has side. She remembered another
time when the poem fell from his
pocket. A pity for Irene Underwood
gave her pause.
But when Irene followed her down
the hall and into her room a few
evenings later; when Irene gave her
sharp, whitening look and said: Il
shouldn't think you'd be starting
things around here, Bryce" When
Irene said that Chickie's anger
leaped white hot.
IT wonder what you mean?"
"Just that! I don't butt in on
your affairs. I let you have the best
of it in surgery. Now you keep your
face out Of minep'
"If you're abiding to Dr. Harmon,
Irene-don't worry about me. I'm
not Interested I haven't any inten-
ton of butting in between you and
| him."
"As if you could! You haven't any
intentions Oh, no! I happen to
know what you did Wednesday
night. Don't do 1t again.
"Well, you better speak to him
about it, Irene. I can't prevent peo-
pie from walking on the sidewalk
just because I happen to be there. +"
IT suppose you can't prevent them
from going into your house for din
ner eitherw
Chickie WINGED: Mo- couldn't
prevent it. My mother was in the
garden, She asked him. He stayed
because the food sounded good to
him-not because of me-" She be-
came suddenly indignant at the
shabby interview and the rising
shrillness of Irene's accusation. She
said, holly: why should you blame
me for this, Irene? 1 don't want DR..
Harmon nor any other man, If you
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