The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1925-08-13
Chickie Sees Barry Dunno at a
Concert and Old Memories
Return.

The night she had gone to
the river and he had waited fran
t3ca1ly on the corner. He had
walked along with her. and when
they reached the lamppost noticed
her feet leaving wet prints on the
cement. He had stopped and touched
+. the dripping edges of her coat. r
All this came soaring back into
her mind, and how he had followed
her into the alley, pleading, how the
moonlight, soft on the climbing roses,
showed him her swollen wrists; how
he had stood with his face hidden
against the window sash. his arms
appraised.
She was sitting lower and lower
in her chair-unconscious Of this.
Suddenly David touched her hand.
He said smiling: "Beautiful-oh
hear"
Slowly she drew herself upright
she smiled back-how tall this David
looked, how fine he held his head
She closed her eyes. She had
scarcely heard a note, but she said:
"Wonderful-isn't it"
She looked about the audience, as
Stunning a quiet air. She was afraid
people would hear the humping of
her heart
But they could easily leave with
out meeting-of course they could.
The concert was over. She said:
LET us hurry-warn-very warm
At that moment Tia Moore-almost
as though she had been called,
turned around. She saw David
bowed eagerly-as though in a
glowing tribute, taking a quick step
toward him.
Seeing Chickie she halted, look
Of shocked astonishment fixing her
features. She looked again to make
sure that Chickie and David were to-
gether Then she bowed to Chickie.
AS she did this Barry Dunno fol
lowed her glance. The color dropped
visibly from his face, leaving 1t
dulled, like ashes. Mechanically, he
nodded
The whole thing took but a mo-
ment. In that moment Chickie for
got the concert hall, the people pass
ing; David standing at her side.
He put the gloves in her hand.
She looked up and saw, or thought
she saw, a quickened CLEAN in his
eyes, a challenge in the clinch of his
jaws. Oh-she imagined that. For
now he was STOPPING down-now he
was smiling and in a gallant way
fixing the collar of her coat.
"Here-little girl--your gloves
don't you want them
He saw the shaking Of her hands.
She didn't care-oh, make a wild
dash and escape.
He took her arm and was talking
to her. She answered yet wondered
what words she could be finding to
say
Outside she said in a little gasp
Hurry up
mo hurry! None at all"
And he took her for a drive-to
a place where many times she and
that other had sat. Almost as liv-
ing voice there came into her ears
words she had spoken-often-oh,
far too often: do you love me? Tell
me that you love me!'
Suing for his endearments--beg
ging for them. Yes Even running
her fingers along his arm, coaxingly
to his neck.
That was she-that other self. In
credible it seemed.
She shivered. Then an arm went
about her.
Are you cold, Felen?"
NO"
He touched her hands, they were
ICY He covered them and drew
her gently, but in such an easy,
quiet way as though he did it only
because she were cold. only because
she needed it.
II unnerved her; set wild. trem-
ulous sob running through to her
throat. Yet she was glad for the
strength of his arm just then; glad
for the warmth of 1t. She wanted it
there-wished foolishly to thank him
for it.
She looked up, wondering what
she would see in his face. He turned
it sharply-then he looked down and
laughed at her: Fooled you that
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