The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-03-26

her lips curling little: This comes
of falling in lover
Chickie flushed You mean hav-
ing all these children?" She added
valiantly: IT don't see where love
has anything to do with it."
"Oh, you don't"
well. everyone that loves doesn't
-"
Mary gave her quick appraise-
ment "Awfully wise. aren't your"
What about yourself, Mary?"
They lowered their voices, speak
ing eagerly, now and then blushing
and laughing. They did a great
deal of this hushed talking; this
mysterious speculation They won
dered bilingly about life. about love.
about their own mothers and fathers
and about these older Blake girls.
They were always talking about
I.ucy-Poor Lucy!
Lucy was only 2S-the old
est of the Blake family-she was
married five years and already had
tour children. They pitied her.
Lucy returned, her arms loaded
with bundles; her brown hair flying.
As she approached, all the little
Adamses began to yell at once. Lucy
dropped her bundles. seeming to
have dozen arms. gathering them
to her and cooling happily. Hush.
now. mothers little precious: hush
now"
She turned to the two girls, Civ
ing the a little box of chocolate
peppermints, saying with deep
gratitude: You're just angelsl
don't know whatever in the world
I'd do without you. By and by.
when your turn comes, I'll be
around and give you a hand"
They looked ct each other, their
faces crimson ard then began to
litter.
Did you get thatY' Mary
whispered after they babe Lucy
good-by and were walking down the
block. When your turn comes.
Well none of that for minel I can
thank my sisters for opening my
eyes"
''Oh everyone doesn't have a hard
time like Lucy does" Chicde in
terrupted.
mo, that's what Lucy thought
five years ago and / suppose mother
didn't think that too, when she was
young. Look what they gotr'
Chickie glanced at Mary, and
closed her ears. What a grating
way Mary had of poking these un-
pleasant things right in your nosel
Chickie preferred to wave aside
such solid realities as children with
grubby faces. She wanted love to>be
as she dreamed it. an undefinable
sweetness that folded about her,
along with music in her ears.
She could never couple love with
peeling potatoes; with putting fresh
papers on the kitchen shelves; with
rushing downtown on dollar day to
buy rompers for fat little legs. Lucy
Adams might do this and call II
love. Martha Blake. Mary's mother,
might do 1t.
Chickie had other fancies. She
OFTEN saw herself walking on some
mountain top, a magnificent. laugh
ing fellow at her side his arm about
her. They would watch the sun
set or the moon rise. They would
kiss. At this touching moment the
picture became immortal: Chickie's
thoughts went no further.
OW all her dreams were con-
I'M centrated on one tall, brown
haired lad of nineteen. What
was he doing today? Was he tremu-
lously searching the streets for
chance meeting with her? Was he
remembering, like the scent of flow
ers, the touch Of her lips on his?
She forgot Mary and drew a sigh
from the very inside of her heart.
Well" Mary said, gasping,
breathe in the whole earth, why
don't your"
Chickie laughed and stammered:
ooh, isn't It perfectly gorgeous
day?"
Mary Knocked. Gee, Chickie,
didn't think vou'd fall so hardp'