The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-04-23
o ON WITH THE STORY
BY EIenOre Meherin
CHApTER XXXVTT
Loves Sway

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white, excited face moved her
L-J strangely. She said, with
little odd pathos. Jimmy, darling,
would you like to see me come trail
ing my wings in the dust just so
, you could brush them OFF,"
Lord forbid, Chlckiew he
grinned. But If brush you ever
need, I'll bet I know who'd give a
lot to find it for you" He kept
laughing. Imagine you loving
fellow, Chickie. Say-well, hope he
knows how lucky he is"
She felt sorry for Jimmy-dear
Jimmy that she'd loved all her life.
She thought of him with a touching
beauty her eyes misted; but as
figure in the distance-the tall boy,
with muscles Of iron, digging the
cave for them in the vacant lot; the
mighty one, who set off double head
ed dutchmen on the Fourth of July
and laughed because they clapped
their hands over their ears, scream
ing.
She didn't think of the Jimmy
who sat next her now grinning, but
a mans heart pleading and suffer
ing in his eyes. The glory of her
own love wrapped about her like a
luminous, soft haze, settling her
apart as one on a mountain top.
Jimmy was allowed to pass as
Jake passed. With a creamy sad
ness, sweet as remembered music,
she watched them go. She wished
to be alone-young priestess in the
temple. She wanted to clear her
life Of all other interests. Sometimes
she imagined Barry and herself
standing above the world-just they,
no breath, no thought, no light ex.
cept one through the other-moving
so in radiance through eternity.
n HE told this to him shvly
IL He laughed. kiss me, you
u sweet, poetic thing. But don't
let's fly to the clouds for a year or
so. We've not seen the earth yet"
"A year or so, Barry? Why, /
thought it was to be at least five
or six before we could even think
Of it,"
He colored, drawing a deep startled
breath; "Well-you grow literal in
deed l thought that perhaps on
your lighted mountaintop all things
would be given us. We wouldn't
need to eat or earn or succeed. AS
it is--or'y your dungeon that you
don't like a bit-yawns."
She said vaguely, trembling:
II wonder If it is so terrible, after
all"
He threw her a sharp, dubious
glance and whistled. He was silent
for long while.
This five or six-year wait was in
the back Of Chickies mind, disturb
ing. like a small burr that sticks re-
currently into the skin, managing,
however, to elude detection. She
caught herself stopping abruptly lin
the middle Of the street or falling in
to a deep meditation In the midst of
her tipping. She saw the five or six
years stretching out in dreary indef-
initeness. she felt a chill finger
pressing down on her heart.
1t was borne In on her f1ercely.
with a little fainting terror one
night when Barry came to take her
for a ride He had been working
hard. Things hadn't gone right. He
was tired. They sat in the car. He
smoked, looking straight before him.
A white moon rode coldly in a
leaden sky. A small, delicate cloud
fluttered out suddenly, casting this
way and that, frightened like a child
that is lost. Chickie traced It. She
felt sad. She wanted Barry's arm
about her She wanted him to be
looking down at her. Her eyes stole
about his face, growing warm be
cause he looked so strong and beau
tiful to her. She wondered why he
didn't speak; why he didn't kiss her.
With an impetuous yearning she
moved her hand along his arm
twined her fingers under his.
"Oh-hello, dear" he said, pull
ing her to him.
1t was pain that she took with
a sharp, aching Joy She laughed
feeling her eyes wet: Hey, there,
Redhead love you too much"
She knew what Mary meant when
she said: when you love, you suf-
fer-you want to suffer"
Half teasing now, she asked:
Does 1t make thee glad, Barry,
when l smile?"