The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-05-11

sadly like a faint wind blow
- ing from the heart of pain,
she listened His words were balm
on the raw anguish of her thoughts.
Because Of a hunger to hear them
again she whispered softly, do you,
Barry? Oh, really? More than
ever?"
Can you doubt It? How can you?
Chickie, you're the only thing in the
world"
Tears ached at her throat; she
kept her head down. It seemed so
strange that they two should stand
here, in the sun-a part OF the glad,
shiny morning. The light fell in a
bright shower through the ma
drones, touching with gay polish the
tender green Of the leaves. A blue
jay, with feathers spread, poised ar.
rogantly on one leg, it's wings bluer
than a jewel.
And all this seemed so bonny, so
like a tune flung out in joy. 1t was
so far away from her, as though she
stood on that gray waste that she
had seen in a dream-as though she
stood there and listened to the vast,
forlorn- voice of rising waters. And
she must stand there always-that
or a hush more dismal in her ears.
He took her hand, but she
wouldn't raise her head and meet his
glance. "Barry-don't-oh, let me
60"
"You can't go-why are you cry
ing so? YOU'RE sorry, are you?
You'd like to take 1t back?'
She drew in her lips, fighting to
keep them still.
He pleaded, Wont you look at
me, Chickie? DO you want me to
go away now? Listen, why so
sad?"
Fl HE rudy color was floating
It'll now in Barry's vital, i'm
- petuous face. He smiled,
watching her. It was more than
she could bear. She said family:
You're happy? Oh-you seem
glad"
Don't you want that, Chickie?
Why not? You love me- know It.
Tou will love me-
You think it's all right, them"
And seeing the smile deepen and
a swift assent on his lips, a MOAB
shook through her: ooh, did you
want this? I never dreamed-why,
you don't seem sorry! And all night
long I wanted to die. 1 don't know,
but this morning when Jonathan
came and stood at my bed-oh, I'd
like to die now"
The blood sank from his face; he
dropped her hand, flung along the
trail, leaned against a tree. His back
was turned, but he had a sagged
look as though his muscles snapped
suddenly.
It frightened her to hurt him so.
She crept up softly and touched his
arm. He didn't move. She put her
hand on his.
He said, "Oh, what's the use.
then. Chickie? You've said It. I
guess that's how you feel"
She didn't wish to cry, but tears
came so easily. They poured down
her cheeks. She hid the sight from
him.
He drew her then; >"Oh. Chickie,
this is awful! I don't know what
to do. I thought you loved me"
She pressed her face against him.
Don't I? Why, more than my own
lfe-how much more-oh--"
But If you want to die-that's
awful" He said this over, clasping
his hands on her shoulder, and then
he began to comfort her. They loved
each other-they couldn't help it
and what of it-when he'd get back
1t would be settled-not so long
She wanted to smile-oh lust to
please him. But her lips twisted
and her chin-always like that
doubled SO. She said: "Yes-yes-
but why-oh I never dreamed. We
could have waited"
"Yes-we could have. We didn'tv'
He rubbed her fingers as though he
were working a Night glove over
them. His breath heaved. "It's
done now. I never meant to-oh,
honestly! When l got into that
boat . Listen-but now you'll
blame mech, you'll think l planned
it-came back for that"
Working at her fingers, biting his
lips: VIII you? You think THAT!
Suddenly he flung his arm about
her, pressed his head against her
shoulder, sobbing like q boy.
She reached her hand to his face:
"No-I don't think that-oh. I blame
myself-. II seems so strange