The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-04-14
By ElenOre Meherin
CHAPTER XIV
loves Handican

FIT made no difference between
them. 1t seemed only to
~ heighten the half smiling gal
lantry of his manner. Often his
eyes dwelt on hers with a sudden
look Of startled eagerness, like jim.
my's. Then an amused CLINT would
pass into them, like a shade pulled
down.
Yet for a long time Chickie didn't
Jake's sapphires. She kept
them in her drawer, hidden. She
tried them on at night.
One Sunday morning when she
and Barry Dunno were going for
a WALL, she-wore a tweed suit with
a white waist that had a little frilled
collar. And impulsively she took
out the pin and set it at the neck.
She was so delighted with the eff
feet, that she stuck it in, saying to
herself with an impatient trembling:
"Oh, keep still! Why shouldn't II"
It was morning. a soft wind
blowing. Chickie was remembering
with a vistful smile that Sunday
so long ago when she and Arthur
Sontag had come out here m she
had been so tremulous and brave
with young emotion.
She felt like that now-only then
It had been as though gentle, distant
hands played lightly over the keys
Of her heart, raising a faint music,
poignant in it's sweetness. Now the
hands were quick and vital, as
though they would sweep into ire
mendous chords.
BY a strange coincidence Barry
turned to her and, as he often did,
pushed a few blown hairs from her
forehead. He said, laughingly; "Ah
hasn't she the pretty eyes?" and
noticed the pin: "Hey-what's this!'
He fingered it, turned her so that
the sun caught in the soft blue fires.
What. a beauty. 1 saw that
before. Had it a long timer"
Her throat felt dry and tight
Got 1t yesterday. Pretty nifty,
isn't it? Three se~venty-five ver
the counter Of the Novelty Shop"
That so? Humph-they make
those things pretty good, don't
they? It's own mother Of glass
wouldn't know it in that setting
from the real thing"
After a moment he said absently;
You love stunning things, don't
your"
"Who doesn't?"
But yet you say money doesn't
H. ..,,oL I.ffo,A-,o 30 xya,,t
That's never what 1 said. 1t
would make a heap Of difference to
me. l only said l wouldn't marry
a mar just because he was rich and
could give me all the things I'd like.
I wouldn't marry a man unless l
loved him so much that I couldn't
be happy a moment without him."
He nodded, winking: Wouldn't be
very hard to love a fellow who could
toss you a limousine for breakfast,
n country estate for lunch and a
diamond necklace for dinner,
would it?"
She sighed, but all her pulses
grew warm and quickened. She
said %flippantly: May 1 take this as
a proposal, TED, you WlSIIul LnlnS !
"You may not, fair one. This Is
a mere question-sounding the
depths Of the crystal spring, as it
were."-
Then I can afford to be truth
full. I suppose, though poor, proud
COILS like me find lies much better
economy. Well, I'll say that one
Helena Bryce could much enjoy
country estates, limousines and
diamonds. AS for marriage, how.
ever. I'd just as lief dispense with
it for four or five years"
you would? Why?"
Marriage is the beginning Of the
end. No ore adventure. no more
gayety. 1t always seems to me that
a girl just goes down into a tunnel
to live out her days in darkness"
Optimistic. aren't you? But If
she brings enough love with her,
isn't that supposed to light up the
''ungeon?"