The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-05-26
GHICKIEB Barry writes her letter telling
her he must leave the City,

! asleep against her arm, reading po-
etry to her; boasting Of his Lost
Days" stealing the kiss she didn't
mean to give.
And from that other whose heart
bounded so madly seeing her beauty
Claiming it for his own.
He could look at Chickie quietly
now for he was grown used to the
chiseled delicacy of her features; &C.
customed to her fiippant caprice.
They no longer startled his pulse
with joy.
His mind disputed her way of
his senses; appraised coldly her at
traction. Pretty thing. full of love.
the lure OF her had gone thunder
ing to his heart. But it sent no deep
echoes to his spirit.
He was aware of this long before
he admitted 1t. He had denied it.
tried to forge bond here between
them, bringing her books stirring
her thought. And she had laid her
soft cheek on his, murmuring Tell
me YOU love me. Tell me that,
Barry"
So he had Kept on in a kind of
blind persistence. He wouldn't be the
one to end it. Go on, even into
misery rather than face the issue;
rather than meet, the frantic hurt
reproach in her eyes
Fl T had come, despite him; de.
spite her Now, even in it's
A cruel bitterness was the
touch Of relief Better so. Not suited
to each other They could never
have made go of It; they would
only perpetuate their mistake.
AS he thought this, the image OF
Chickie. biting her lips-telling him
with such desperate anguish: You
go-go. You'll not throw things up
to me-" That image stalked into his
mind and shook him.
But after long while he said:
Better for her, too" They couldn't
'go' back .now--could never make II
up. lie couldn't or his love there
was left but disturbing pity. And
even in this was tinge of boyish
resentment. If Chickie hadn't looked
at it so-if she hadn't watched him,
waiting. for hurts?-Yet he knew
that no matter what Chickie's atti-
tude had been, sooner or later his
tumult would have stilled.
He meant to write her a letter
Let them not see each other again.
He was going away Not On that
trip. She shouldn't think that-but
going away-had to get away
He drew out the paper but when
he started to write, his vivid imagi-
nation brought her so piercingly be-
Hurt her so-make her chin double
like that
Hours later he came back to the
task. He had to. Get out of this
town-and soon
you say that don't love you
any more, Chickie. And you blame
me for this. But am I the only one
that has changed? And did / seek
this? You know that I haven't I
would have been glad to go on al
ways as we did in the beginning.
never thought It could be other
wise.
1T is, though. You see this as
well as I. You've felt It, you say.
And there is nothing for us to do,
that 1 can see, except to meet IT.
But 1 don't see why this fact,
Chickie, should rob us Of the past,
or why we should censure and hurt
each other in our regret. 1 loved
you and you cared for me. Because
this emotion was not rugged enough
to- last is no reason why we should
shame 1t and ourselves now.
"And if you can make yourself
look at it quietly, isn't it much bet
ter to have a break now than later?
Going on as we have these last
weeks we would only end in hating
and reviling each other The parting
would be shameful where 1t need