The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-08-24
The
Sequel
to
By Gilmore AIeinerin


Then her thoughts let loose. She
needed this-just what she needed!
She would not forget again. She
knew the way she must go-stick
to it.
With a cold, pitiless pride she re-
garded herself the flush of emo
ton that had stolen through her.
In that moment she was relentless
enough and hard enough to have
slain forever a gladness in her
thoughts.
She needed no onei Wished no
onel Her way was clear before her
No one should ever be allowed to
stoop to her-patronize her.
With an abnormal sensitivenes S
she imagined David had reali2 ID
the folly of that moment and regr ct
ted it. He, too, had gone over the
scene of the night; he had been car
ried away by its charm and a face
that glowed palely in the dark. Aft
erward he had been cool enough to
consider and repent.
Afterward he was calm enough to
realize the impetuous blindness of
this friendship for her; and to ac-
knowledge the hurt it could do to
himself and his future. Sc he was
avoiding her!
In the next few weeks size hid be-
hind a smiling and gracioU S reserve.
Once when it was near Christmas
time he stopped her in the hall:
Make an exception for once, will
you, and come to the symphony
with me-please?"
NO, can not"
You really mean To keep this
up. then?"
"Oh, yes! quite mean it," she
said in a tone of ice, and for an in
slant he looked down at her with an
astonished doubt in his eyes. His
mouth had a grim look.
''Well-very welI-I guess I'm a
bit thick now and them"
He left her with the uncomfort-
able feeling that she had done a
cruel and needless thing.
And she remembered his many
services; remembered his bigness,
coming that day when she had
reached the. end of her hope-insist-
ing so that she may keep on-she
must-then waiting for her after
wards and seeming so glad for her
triumph.
Well-no matter-some things
must be donel No choice at all!
She used to wish that the years
would hurry-that she was finished
and out-that she was 35 or 40 and
settled in old, quiet ways.
In these days she wanted so often
to cry. Her spirit was forever put
ting up its hands to push away
memories-to force itself to look
with straight and quiet eyes onward
and only onward.
Once after a very exhausting op-
Grafton he said to her in the genial
way he had: "Well-yodre a good
little nurse! It's almost two months
and nineteen days-do you know
that"
She pretended to have forgotten.
He added I'm to hear a few things
then"
She smiled, saying evasively:
Much may happen in days and
weeks"
He answered shortly, well.
lady, that's so, isn't it?" A line Of
color shot into his cheeks.
After this he was almost formal
to her. One afternoon as she was
coming off duty she met him in the
corridor. Two women were with
him, one was a girl-the ether tan
and elderly. Almost with panic
Chickie recognized the high
shoulders of Mrs. Burdeu.
She was so startled that she
bowed.
Mrs. Burdell's face turned Grim
son, her lips compressed. Then her
smile became vague and unseeing.
She took David's arm and began
talking in a vivacious, quick under
tone.
Chickie went to the door, feeling
as if she had passed through waves
of fire.
She would have avoided him that
evening, but he came straight to
The room where she was on duty.