The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-04-27


struggling as though she were
drowning. II have no right to care!
What right have I to carer"
She stood up, found herself unable
to proceed. She wanted to bury her
face against the wall and cry-cry
with long, shaking sobs that would
tear the heart out of her, tear 1t in
two.
But they loved each other, and this
gave them the right to stand apart
from all the world-the right to
fling everything to the winds. Judith
believed this. For a great love she
would do it.
She now saw herself brushed
aside. Douglas and Sandy, with
quick, reckless hands, pushed her
away and ran off together.
She caught the banister, cover.
ing against 1t as though these two
were actually flying down the stairs
and she would not have them see
her.
She went up heavily, praying that
Sandy would be in bed-that she
would be asleep. She had an idea
that her eyes looked haggard-that
at any moment she would be forced
to clap her hands over her face; that
she might not cry out, II can't bear
it,; that these words might leap
from her strained and breaking
heart.
Sandy heard her coming slowly.
The color swept and died in her
cheeks. She murmured, At can't
help It," She drew her hands to.
gether, ready to faint with these
mingled emotions Of pain and Joy.
She glided to the dresser, lit the
stately candles that were the pride
OF the room. You're a bit late ar.
irving" she said. trying to be very
casual, Wasn't it wondrous-
The light fell on her red hair and
dewy eyes. She was whittier than
Judith had ever seen her-whiter
and more beautiful with the love
yet warm on her lips-warm and
shining in her dewy eyes.
Why didn't you go to bed?" said |
Judith, going straight to the closet.
putting her hat on the shelf. did
you enjoy it?"
More than anything I've ever |
seen" Sandy picked off a long
streamer Of the wax dripping on the
candle. she knows" she thought
"She looks like a stone"
Judith was a long time hanging
up that coat and hat. She emerged
with kimono wrapped about her.
her head lowered as she studiously
pinned the folds together. Games
wear me to a fragile. I ought to
apply for a place on the team, all
the work I do. Think III take n
bath. Don't wait for me. Blow ont
the candles"
She hates me-" Sandy thought.
creeping between the cold, smooth |
sheets. IT'S killing her 10 have me |
here. She can't bear to look at me. |
Lord-what are we to do?"
She kept very near to the edge on
her own side Of the bed. i've taken
him from her. I've broken her
heart" she now murmured. rutting
her hands over her face. why did
come here? Why do these ter
rible things always happen?"
She felt the sweep of his arms; his
young happy eyes going like plum
NETS to her Utmost soul. She felt
this and flushed with JOY.
She knew now what Judith meant.
saying; ITS love when you can
hardly bear it IL he looks clear into
your eyes; when all your heart and /.
soul just longs and longs for him |
to kiss you. And you could pour
your whole life out for him to drink !
in a single hour OF joy-that' love"
Yes, and she had this now. She |
had never known it before. 1t was
Notwithstanding had right to It!
She would reach out her arms, draw
him to her-hold him. She saw her
self doing this. \ She whispered 81
won't give him up-he won't give
me up. Why should We? l.
We wontr'
Hearing Judith padding across the
room, she pretended to be asleep.
Judith, too, lay on her own side
Of the bed, her hands crossed on her
breast.
The presence of Judith, lying still
as the dead, filled Sandy with a shiv-
ering unhappiness. Now miserable,
she defended herself: "She did every.
thing for me! I didn't take him
from her. He never thought of her
as he thinks Of me. lie never would
have thought of her like that. oh.
would he-would he?"
And Judith with her pulses thud.
ding, filling her with sickness and
heat so that she longed to dash the
clothes off, leap from the bed
Judith thought: She's not asleep.
How can she lie here after what
she's done? What did she do? II
he wanted you. could anyone take
him from you? Don't pity yourself.
What have you for a glorious fel.
low like him to love? What beauty
have your"
Not g. muscle of her body moved;
yet she felt clamorous with mutiny.
Slow, burning tears gathered in her
eyes. She could love as Sandy |
never could! She could bring him |
fire and glow of her pure, young
heart-the passion of her high, |
young soul-fling 1t to him-ask |
nothing In return; she could drop on
her knees and yield up all her life
If he should need or wish It. She
was his mate-his real mate
But he doesn't want you, Judith
Moore-oh shame, shame-crying
for YOURSELF