The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1928-09-07

thing whom SybiI instinctiyely dis
trusts. HOpeIessly at sea, Sybil decides
to take trip with MABEL ,d bLA n ve e
e On the boat they meet Rich Eustis,
HTt Eustis has fallen violently in love
WIZ The SSG talk of marriage and Richard
tells SybiI that she would make
You're not STUPID enough %gds h he I'd
make a rotten husband. I'm too clever
iOf But their last night at sea he .: seems
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CHAPTER XIV
"CYBIL."
y Richard put both hands on
her shoulders, and held her at arms
length.
"WiIl you marry me, Sybil?"
Richard Eustis!"
'Will you, Sybil?"
"But Richard" she cried. you
don't know what you're saying. You
don't believe in marriage"
mo" he told her firmly, II don't
But I want you. I want you SO
much that it seems as though ]
could not live without you"
"But. Rich She faltered
helplessly. you've only known me
five days. You-you-you've let
emotion sweep you away. Rich.
You don't really want to marry me.
Marriage is positive anathema to
YOU. You've said so loads of times.
you'd hate me if I married you.
And-besides-I don't want to. !
loathe all your ideas about love and
marriage. I think they're simply
sickening. I-I-wouldn't marry
you for the world. I've told you so
hundreds of times"
She was remembering what he
had said the night before. Love
was a physical thing.
And he had shrugged his Shout
ders in that disdainful way he had,
indicating that, whatever 1t was,
it could not by any means interest
him.
"You make me SICK" Sybil had
retorted. you're perfectly dread
full"
mo darling" He had shaken
his head wisely. "Only sane and
very candid. All men love in the
same fashion. The rest are hypo-
critical about it,"
ATOW she faced him Solemnly.
IN "I can't understand you,
Richard" she said, and her voice
was cool as the moonlight.
'You are unalterably opposed to
marriage. Your nature demands
that your life shall be perpetual
love. And you believe that you
could not love any woman except
transiently. How can you then be
willing to make a legal contract to
love me as long as I shall live? You
don't even believe in fidelity"
But all that" he cried, "was be-
fore knew you'll"
She smiled gravely.
"Oh, no." she said. Five little
days and a new experience have
not changed you at all-not basic
ally. You have an absolute obSeS-
sion regarding marriage. You be-
lieve that it murders love. That
once you fetter romance, you have
killed it. Then why are you asking
me to marry you?"
Because" he told her bluntly,
cts the only way can get you"
ooh! Obi" she cried, and beat
his chest with her fists. II hate you.
I hate you'll"
But you're going to marry me, >
he retorted.
The moon shone full on his face.
His skin was very pale. 1t seemed
almost translucent. On one cheek
there was scarlet mark where her
lips had brushed it.
And his lips, from her kisses, were
crimson. His hair had fallen across
his forehead. Blonde hair, beautiful
in the moonlight.
Darling" he begged, "1et's not
talk like two people in a book
Don't try to make me feel like a
villain on the stage"
"Your asinine conceit," she told
him scornfully, "is positively sicken-
ing" :,
'Conceit!'" he cried. "You call
it conceit because I dare to say you
want me? ...... Sybil, do you know
ANYTHING about Walt Whitman? He
wrote a poem once. A Woman
Waits for Me- There are these
lines in it. They've always stood
out in my mind because believe SO
firmly in the truth of them: With
out shame the man I like knows
and avows the deliciousneSS of his
sex. Without shame the woman
like knows and avowS hers.
walt Whitman" she repeated
scornfully. Hes the dirtiest
creature I ever knew"
"'The Good Gray Poet men
called him." he reminded her, and
capturing her hands, began again
to talk of love.
"OWEETHEART!" he implored
y "you know I'm crazy abou
you. I can't make pretty speeches
tonight. But I've done something
never meant to do. I've begged
something of you no other woman
on earth could wiring from me-. Tn
on my knees, Sybil, beseeching you
to marry me.
There's not a concession on earth
wouldn't make to you, deareSt-Le-
Eality. Responsibility. Bah, make
myself Sick!-Like a lovesick bump
kin I crave your hand in honorable
marriage. See, Sybil!"
He dropped to his knees, anc
clasping hers with his arms, Graded
his face against her legs.
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