The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-06-04

on the head, didn't we? She came
in on the dot, on that trip"
Muteness froze her tongue
made her heart rigid She knew
that her lips whitened; they wouldn't
smile. She said: "Yes-yes-on the
dot" She turned and walked, shak-
ink from the place.
That night she said to Jennie: II
get my vacation next week."
Jennie's sweet eyes raised: We'll,
I'm .glad, dear; you need it; you're
all worn out"
@ND because her mother,
"A standing behind the chair,
GAI ran her soft hand across
Chi, DIES forehead, she fled into her
own room, bursting into tears.
1t was Tuesday. the first week
of September. There was a box
in Chickie's drawer, and on a day
when she thought her heart was
broken she had gathered all his let
tiers, tied them here, writing on the
cover: Jennie or Jonathan: Burn
this as is. please! BY order Of your
darling Chickie."
Now she took this box and stole
into the kitchen, lifted the cover
from the stove, watched the clean,
golden flames wreathe about the
many sheets-even about his picture.
Jennie said: What destruction
is this. iear?"
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Strange the phone should ring
just then. Chickie ran to it and
even running. knew.
You want to see me, CHECKER"
Quiet. like that. But 1t was
thunder sweeping through her heart,
opening it with joy.
She whispered in a voice all
broken: Barry? Really-you're
here?"
Yes"
You're coming7 Tonight-oh.
really?"
Not tonight, Chickie. can't.
I've only a little while now"
"Oh-oh-wait-wait a moment
=" She chung to the phone. fight
ing against the hardness in her
throat. Finally: IT have to see you.
Barry, please"
Tonight. Chickie? Can you
meet me, them"
He told her the place; the
restaurant where they often ate
the booth they used to take.
In her relief 1t seemed that all
her veins were melting-warmed.
She kept crying as she tried to
dress and murmuring to herself.
'Stop-oh. I'll look a fright-oh,
here! Here"
An then her eyes grew bright;
grew dewy and tender. She leaned
on the comb, not knowing IL she
cried or If she laughed. She made
herself most radiant. He might
love her all anew. seeing lilies and
stars about her. He might be glad
might want 1t all brought back
again.
She kissed Jonathan; she laid her
cheek on his. She ran back and
kissed him again, pretending that
she dropped her handkerchief.
And as she rode downtown ardent
words Of his sang in her memory.
Their love was a lighted wave, mag
nificent, sweeping over cliffs;
beauty in the power and the dash
of It. Think of It IKE that-he
did! Loved what was brave and
free.
That morning he had come up the
hill, finding her so broken. wiping
her tears with his hand, whisper
ing-a new. warm gentleness in all
his look-"Love you, Chickie? AL
ways-more than ever-a thousand
times!'
Even at the last his memories of
her were sweet and all his thoughts
were filled with tenderness. He
wrote that.
Now recalling 1t flame touched
her spirit. There were prayers In
her heart: "God-dear Cod
With a little light rush she went
through the narrow passage to the
booth, her pretty hand extended.
She said: "Barry! I knew you'd
come--Barry"-
ITO Be Continued
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