The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1932-01-13

mo, don't. I shouldn't have be-
lieved you this afternoon, and I
don't believe you now" She lay
down on the bed, and Cecily stiff
ened under her curving arm.
Il hate everything!" she declared.
you don't hate me-" Ann said.
you couldn't, when I love you such
lot"
who said I did?" said Cecily,
and began TO cry softly.
Just let me rest and talk to you
little while" Ann coaxed. IF 1
make you too nervous, you can push
me off. But, Cissy, I've been think
ing a lot. All about life being hor-
rid and hurting and everything.
1T is-and it does, of course,
sometimes. But not all the time.
In way, too, 1t is sort of up to
us how much we'll allow it to hurt
as"
Cecily shook her head; shook her
body. mo. No. No. No"
n
"XXTELL, but it is. And here's
w something else. Life gives us
lots of pleasant things-but it won't
always allow us to pick and choose
for ourselves.
There's love. I don't know about
men-but women have to have love.
Only-Tve decided that they dent
have to have mems love. There
are so many different sorts of love,
and I believe-or try to believe"
she amended truthfully, that lots
Of the sorts are better, surer-hap-
pier, anyway, than the love between
men and women.
Take our love, Cissy, for each
other and for Mary Frances. We've
always had it, so we don't always
appreciate it. But, honey, stop and
think if you can what it amounts
to.
1T is certain. 1t is safe. Moth
ing can change it or hurt it, and
it will last forever. Before I'd hurt
you-as you're hurt now-Id-take
myself to pieces and cook me.
Il wouldn't want to live if I'd
hurt you, Cissy. And you wouldn't
hurt me, as I'm hurt now, not even,
to have Barry again. But these
men, these mean men hurt us, and
break our hearts, and 60 away and
stay away and let us be. hurt and
suffer.
why should we accuse life of
hurting lis when it is only men,
mean men who hurt us? And why
should We value that love, mems
love - old hateful, hurting, selfish
love-so highly?"
Il don't know. I just want Barry.
L want to love him - whether he
loves me or not. l want to see him
hear his voice.
Il can't live, I can't breathe with
out him. I can't, and I don't want
to, and I won't try.
n n
VOU think that way now. but
i you'll find out later that you
can. SomeWay you-you get used
to it, I thought that way too, last
month. That Sunday, Cissy-truly
I was out of my mind, almost.
II had strange obsession that I
was dead-like the stories one reads.
you know-and didn't know that 1
was dead, and was just walking
around watching myself. But that
passes off. Truly it does, honey.
Truly it does.
"See how much better I am now?
And it has only been a month ago
today. Just exactly a month ago
today"
Ann, don't want to be hateful.
But Barry and I were-are-I will
say are. will say Barry and I are
-are-are-"
Eyes, darling. Of course. What
are your"
I'VE are different from you and
Phil. In every way. Do you think,
for instance, that I'll ever look at
another man? Do you think that I
could do as you've done?
don't blame you, but I mean
cOulunt. coulont start right out
TO play with another man as you've
started to play with that funny
Kenneth thing. I couldn't. 1
wouldn't"
That's just like saying, Cissy,
honey, that if you were in one of
these tropical places, being de-
voured by mosquitoes and bugs and
things, you'd sit down and let them
eat you alive because you couldn't
and wouldn't use a shoddy, inferior
grade of netting to keep them off,"
n
CECILY cried a little more and
~ said. mo, Ann-you don't
understand. You don't understand"
Il try to, dear. Dear, I do try to.
I wish you had come with us this
afternoon, as I begged you to, in
stead of staying in this stuffy old