The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-04-21

with measured calm.
She stole a look at his face anG
grew miserable seeing the young,
full-cut mouth Strengthened in a
stony silence. She reached her hand
to his arm You're angry, Barry?
But listen"
"No-I'm not angry"
He kept his glance hard before
him. She waited with choking
heart, frightened to find his MOOD
affecting her In this piercing, DIES
psrate way He said quietly: IF
this Is your idea of things. Chlckie
--go to it; Don't let me interfere. ;"
You're unjust. You're jumping
to conclusions
Yes! 1 am. then, I've jumped
to the conclusion that you've been
to dinner: that you enjoyed it
that you hoped to get home a little
before | arrived. But Jake was in
no hurry. He races you here in
his limousine
She sank down in the seat hel
strength, all at once dropping in a
hot weakness.
He was aware OF her-quiet. un
resistant. Like this. she had an
enormous power over him. The
wistful sadness of her profile was
before his eyes. 1t went in like
his spirit. He had as often a wish
to draw his arm about her. to
murmur lightly, "Ah. why so UNI
happy?" He had a wish to kiss her
make her glad.
The softening Of his resentment
touched first his mouth. 1t made
his hand gentle again as he took her
arm and they walked to the theater.
She smiled at him gratefully, saying
with a rush: 'Barry-please."
We'll, how would you feel.
Chickie, II you saw me running off
with someone else-off on lark?"
1T wasn't a lark. You don't
know" She told him how 1t hap.
pened-why she went all that Jake
promised-how Jonathan rubbed his
great hands together, chuckling like
boy in his overpowering relief.
Her eyes misted, so sweet was his
approval, Not sore a bit, then.
Why, what do I care for Jake? Or
anyone!"
But me, Chickle? Is that on the
level?"
And you know It, Mr.. Red. I'm
not wise or / should keep you guess
ing more-so I'm told by them that
know"
I'VE need advice from them that
know, Chlckie! Any old time"
Turing the play she slipped
I'D her hand into his, moved to
tears when he held 1t with
quick ardent pressure.
Over the club sandwich and coffee
they had afterwards he said: But
Jake will expect you to go around
with him as before"
THAT makes It hard, don't
know what excuse to make or what
to tell him"
You don't have to go out with
''No-but. then, I was going out
with him so much, and he's been
pretty fine to me. Gave me Wilde.
Now he does this for Jonathan"
"Oh-so 20 uthink you should go
out with him? You should pay him
back?"
"Barry-don't. That's not fair.
Why, It seems as though I don't do
anything but dream Of you"
The blood flew in to his cheeks.
lie grinned, his white, even teeth
sparkling. Say more words like
that. sweet one"
IT could. I thing oceans Of them.
But, just now, thing you ought to
let me tell you about this. What
good is 1t that you're a lawyer-a
most brilliant young jurist, as it
were-if you can't ret your best
friend"
You mean my steady"
IAN right IL you can't get your
steady out Of tight pinch"
He asked you to go out with him
already?"
"Of course. And I said I had the
whole week taken and I was busy.
But he just roared and wanted to
know If I'd fallen In love or was go.
Ing to be married What could I
say?"
Nothing, We did not want to tell
any one. do WEI" She brought the
Question out shyly. A hundred
times already it had been on the
point of her tongue. A hundred
time, sitting before the bureau,
combing her hair, she had thought
with vague sweetness, Are we
engaged7 I wonder If Barry and
are promised to each other?" She
couldn't even think these things
without a warm, tremulous flush
gliding over her. Now her cheeks
stained.
He said. well whose business
Is 1t but our OWN"
II know. And, of course. It's
little easier for you You don't
have to ask other girls to go out
with, you. But If I keep refusing
Jake and he doesn't come to the
house any more Jonathan will ask
questions and Jennie will want to
know. You could find me a good
alibi r should think"
"Well-you put Jake off two or
three times and he won't bother any
more, he's like that" Barry smiled
"Jake's Casanova in his way
What's one unwilling flower to him
when the whole garden runs over