The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1928-09-01

seem sS.osmpiicated, but that doesn't make
days, however deliberately it's tied"
Sybil, who worships. her brother, is
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CRAIG NEWHALL fills her also with
forbodings. Because, though Craig Is
does not really love him. Years before.
1 marched ava. away to war on the eve of
gy again, sybiI became engaged to
But Mr.. Thorne was dead before she
could tell him. and now SybiI does not
Val and Tad 90 to Canada for we'd
ding trip, and SybiI goes alone to their
summer place at Wianno to prepare for
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CHAPTER TX
TINE town was full of memories.
a The beach where Sybil had
walked with John Lawrence. The
lawns about the house where they
had strolled in the moonlight.
Everywhere she went shadowy
figure walked beside her. A tall,
slim boy in Khaki, with hair like
gold, and lovelight in his eyes.
It seemed to Sybil that she was
closer to John there, where she had
learned to love him, than she had
ever been anywhere else.
At night she found the place on
the beach where he had kissed her
first. And she stood. as she had
stood that night, with her face to
the sea, while the wind whipped her
dress about her, and blew her hair
where Johns cheek should have
been.
Then she put up her arms to
nothingness. and raised her face to
her phantom lover.
Whatever I do she whispered.
I'LL love you still. Forever and for
ever, John"
The mist was rolling in in clouds
when Craig found her on the sands.
A little huddled figure, watching
the tide creep up. He had driven
down when Mrs. Thorne told him
that Sybil was there for the night,
working with a charwoman from
the village.
I'll drive her home if she'll let
me, and down again first thing in
the morning." he promised. So he
had hurried there and, finding the
house deserted, had sought her on
the beach.
"Sybil," he cried when he saw
her there, are you crazy, dear?
It's cold as the devil out here, and
damp. What are you doing. moon
ing away all by your lonesome?"
Thinking about you," she lied
lightly.
"Honest?"
He took her hand fondly and she
could see how happily he smiled.
Poor Craig. It was so easy for her
to please him. Only a little word
of affection-a loving smile.
GIT down. she invited. Il want
- to tell you something"
He put the coat he carried about
her, and she pillowed her head
against his shoulder,
Craig, I'm the unhappiest girl
on earth"
81 know, honey"
His arm about her drew her
gently closer.
mo. you don't, Craig. You think
it's because John is dead, and
daddy. And now Tad married. And
mother and I at swords points, be-
cause we don't speak the same Ian
guage. But that's not all of it,
Craig.
"It's something inside of me, like
poison. I don't know, exactly.
Something that makes me bitter
and rebelIious-and miserable! Oh,
Craig, you don't know"
II think do, dear"
ooh, it's dreadful, Craig! Every
things all gone wrong. My whole
life. It's something worse than
losing people. It's losing everything.
Ideals and dreams and hope.
"There's such an all-gone feeling
AS if the bottom had simply
dropped out of things. I wish I
could make you understand
ST do understand, Sybil" :
"Craig, I'd make rotten wife"
you're a morbid little sweetheart,
I'll say that for you"
"But I'm dreadfully serious, Craig.
I don't think ought to be married
feeling the way do"
you're all upset right now, honey.
It's sort of a reaction after the we'd
ding. You're tremendously high
strung, you know. You let things
affect you too much. Valerie's been
getting your goat. knew she
would from the minute I laid eyes
on her.
"Tad's probably made mistake.
But after all, that's his funeral. If
you could only learn to take things
as they are. But you're always re-
bellious Seething inside all the
time. Popping off like little fire.
cracker. You've got to learn to take
life gracefully, Sybil. Bucking fate
is a tough JOB. We can't do it, lit
tie girl. There's no use trying. Lifes
so much bigger than any of us"
"DUT, Craig, look at me! I've
Id lost everything. You can't
expect me to fold my hands and
rnurmur, Thy will be done You
can't expect me to just lie down and
let the gods of fate walk all over
me.
First, there was that dreadful
war and my poor boy was led to
slaughter. And, Craig, that drove
me nearer insanity than you'll ever
10
crazy years afterward, when we all
went wild. Things happened them
dear, that I'd like to forget. If it
hadn't been for my job, I'd have
gone off the handle entirely.
"I loved that job, Craig. In the
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