The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-06-19
Goes to her scene of sorrowfor
vi 11A1A1L her secret is out:

slightest move; the strings Of her be-
ing were muted-
They knew-thoee two in there
knew
Yet the sun flared out; sparrow
| chirped; Jennie's hyacinths exhaled
a perfume to the singing breeze.
Beauty of young, live world; world
of Spring; near, at her hand but
not for her. She was quiet in a
darkness; showed into waste.
Beating desolately against her Like
waves on a ship that sinks; that
gives up the fight and sinks, were
the words, the frenzies the anguish
of the night just gone. She let her
head drop back; let the memories
beat.
Ah-Jonathn had rocked her in
his arms. But Jennie said, fright
ened, unbelieving: "A baby! My
Chickie?'
running through her flesh it had
come to her that Jennie-little Jen-
nie-her mother with the plump and
gentle breast, would rather she had
died-much rather-would give her
up gladly-put her in grave.
Chickie had run then to a window;
sought to hurl herself out. A doctor
had come; they had forced some
drink to her lips. Deafness crept
upon her-a leaden absence.
1t was upon her now. Six
o'clock-in two hours that man with
the red, heavy face would come for
her; take her back to the country
force her again through all the
tragic scenes. Make her tell about
the baby; how 1t grew SO cold; how
it stiffened in her arms. Oh-tell
to all that whispering town the
thing that she had done-the
things that had been done to her.
They said she must. She must
do this-but it would be a dead
thing that spoke-not her
Now, there was stirring in that
room of theirs. Now Jonathan was
soothing Mother don't! Hush,
mother That's no way" Crying
Jennie cried all night. Too late
now
Then Jonathan was coming down
the hall. She heard his weighty
steps. Coming to her, coming to
say those kindly things-ah, but she
would see the paleness Of his lips;
see his face all crossed with pain.
Leave her alone-step over quietly
and lock her door
UDDENLY there was a ring
ing at the bell; suddenly
voices--a man who said:
"'You might as we'll, Mr.@Bryce. Give
her side of 1t. It's out, already
Jonathan answering, suppressed,
bewildered. Then, rumbling in low
fury: You don't! I'll kill you'll"
A door slammed; lurching, giant
body pitching from wall to wall.
Chickies hands few to her
throat. She reached her fathers
SIDE He pushed her; plowed like
tortured animal down the passage
into the kitchen. He had the morn
ing paper in his hand. He said:
go away-Chickie-go away
She held to his arm-tried to
speak. Her breath whirled dizzily--
in a sickness. Let me SEE
He shook his head. She begged,
half fainting: ooh, yes--I will
will"-and snatched the paper from
his lifeless hand.
Only a line of that she saw:
Girl in Death Probe" Only that.
The blood went hot and thick and
made a blindness in her eyes. She
fought it back.
She turned from him with that
gone and broken look in the rugged
face. She said in quiet: "Doesn' t
matter" Then read it word for
word.
Summoned to attend a coroner'e
inquest to inquire into the death
Of her infant daughter two months
ago, under circumstances declared
mysterious, Mrs. John Clayton was
served with subpoena by Deputy
Sheriff Bert Kicks last night.
According to RicksS a quiet in
vestigation Of the case has been
under way by the authorities for
several weeks. The child, born on
the farm Of Mrs. Agnes Robbins, is
declared to have been in good health
when secretly taken away by the
mother four days after birth.
"It is alleged to have died the
same evening in the sanitarium of
DR.. Robert Emerson, who attended
the mother at the birth. Mrs. Clay
ton, Kicks said, then hurriedly left.
leaving funeral arrangements with
DIR. Emerson. He is said to have
signed the death certificate. The
physician has also been summoned
to appear before the coroner's jury.
added mystery, Ficks declares,
is the fact that Mrs. Clayton was
known as Miss Heller Bryce in Ian
caster, where she stopped at fash.
lonable hotel for several days at a
time prior to the birth Of the infant.
Search for John Clayton has been
fruitless."
HE read 1t again. Madness
silence-Jonathan, upright,
great arms lifting her
Brave, Chickie girl-brave"-
Then she was lying on a bed and
shades were drawn-lying quietly as