Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 24, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 June 1925 — Page 12

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Chickia (Helena), only daughter of Jonathan and Jennie Bryce, loves Barry JXmny, a young- lawyer with Tufts &> Lennox. Wealthy Jake Munson, friend of Janina Knowles and Amy Heaton, sends Chickie a costly pin with a love note and arranges so her father does not lose on his ell investment. Jake tells Chickie h-j considers Barry's feeling only a ’joy’s love, and that he will be waiting when Barry has Jilted her. Chickie urges Barry to think -of their marriage as a present possibility, even though he believe* he cannot afford it. Ha is hopeful when Ila Moore’s father expects to engage him to represent cally the Gulf Steamship Company of San Francisco, and writes for him. Barry returns with the deal unsettled, an<FHa invites him to tour the world with her party. When Chickie accuses him of loving Ila. a quarrel follows and he leaves on the trip. In desperation she telegraphs him when she realizes sne must endure the consequences of her love. Her parents, ignorant of her plight, favor Jake as a suitor for Chickie. To get the opinion of kina Mrs. Blake. Chickie tells a fairs story of a girl In her own predicament. In Barry's absence Jimmie Blake renews his attentions. Barry tells Chickie he has been married to Ila for two -weeks, and promises to help her. Chickie plans to drown, but Is rescued and returns home. GO ON WITH THE STORY ■ BVie lay "awake, staring mio the dark. Sometimes she held her arms upward because this seemed to ease their flame; their iron weight. Sometimes she let them hang over the side of the bed, and then the agony stopped her thoughts. And tears ran away from the comers of her eyes to the pilow. When she turned, she felt the wind sinking- against her head; felt the darkness closing about her and that flapping of her hat — She lay rigid, seeing herself kneeling on the bridge, staring at the black waters. Terror lapped at her heart. She said, moaning; “Bear it—l can’t do that again.” She knew that she wouldn’t. No —she would never ride out there and run like a crazy thing behind the lumber piles. Not again. But when she said to herself: “Bear it—” she turned miserably. Go away—yes —oh—that’s what he wanted—hide away—but where? — No thoughts came to her —only images. First it was an image of Jennie, puttering in the closet, coming upon the soaked and ruined shoes, holding them up with a frightened; “Why, look at these!” Then it was Janina, saying with narrowed eyes: “Going away? So? I wonder why?” Then it was Jonathan. "Leave us —Chickie girl? You mean to leave your old dad—” She went through this hour after hour. She got an sometimes and bai.hed her hands. She was afraid of the morning; afraid of the questions they would ask. "When finally it was light—when finally Jennie tapped at the door with a bright: “Late Chickie! Better be getting up.” She answered; “No—Jennie dear —I’ve a day oft —vacation starts —” Then in a 'Udden inspiratio she called out; "Jennie, darling—come here ” As Jennie came in she said: “Some one phoned last night, Chickie —a young mar. —he phoned twice. Do you know what it is?” She bluffed. “Let him ring again,i mother. ’Twill wait. But look, Jennie, I fell last night—hurt my hands—look ” Jennie’s face grew pale she touched the bruised skin. "My—my goodness!” Chickie said: “Oh —it’s nothing—but doesn’t it look gorgeous and awful sore?—after a bit you can bathe them—how’s that?” Jennie smiled and brought the basin—she believed. Before Chickie was up, there came a registered letter. It was from him. “Chickie—give me a chance to say something. Come and see me tonight. The same place. If you won't, then you’ll have to let me help. I’m sending this—not to hurt you. You can understand. If it’s frightful for you—it’s hell • for me. I’ll do my share —such as I can now ” In the sheet and folded was a SIOO bill. She stared at it. The last pulse in her heart chilled. Then she folded the bill between two blank sheets of paper. She wrote with a hand that could scarcely form the letters, his name on the envelope “and sent the thing back to him. CHAPTER XCIV The Wedding Ring IZI HICKIE dropped the letter J in t.:e mail box and trembled. L~J He was the one link between her and the world; one link of human sympathy. tThis letter broke it. She stood alone —in desolate and piteous aloneness. She felt this isolation—felt it dropping about hen like a mantle of ice. And, standing there in the gracious September sun, glancing at the houses she knew, seeing Women coming out with rqarket bags —seeing all this, she could, have covered her face and wept. She would have been grateful to walk at the side of these old acquaintances, listen to their banal gossiping, laugh with them, if only she might keep step ■with the heavy feet—if she might

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How Much Do You Like the Story of Chickie? Would You Like to Read the Sequel? SHE story of Chickie will come to an end* soon. You You have followed the romance of this girl who is like so many girls you know—you have seen how she gave her heart freely to the man she loved, how he took advantage of that love and finally how she was driven to try to end her life and the life she was to bring into the world. Is Chickie to be blamed for lack of courage to face the world as a mother unmarried? Doesn’t she deserve a chance to forget the past? The Times would like to know whether YOU are interested enough in “Chickie” to WANT to read the sequel. If you are, write and tell us. Just a postal will do. Address Fiction Editor Indianapolis Times, 214 W. Maryland St.

hold and always feel the clasp of these old, warm hands. But she knew now that she was an exiled thing—she must draw this mantle quickly, draw it close about her and smile—let her heard thunder as it would In fright and protest. She must leave now—no matter where—but she must. Yet she walked lightly down the street to the drug store. She telephoned to Lewis. She had fallen and sprained her She’d have to lay off the rest of the week. Wildie trotted at her side. Whenever she looked at the dog she thought of Jake and blessed him. It was something to have that pair of eyes fixed on her in rapt devotion—something to feel this throb of companionship—what if it was but a dog’s. Last night it was black. It was heavy and terrible; and a wind had blown whippingly about it. She began to shake; moisture was In little dots on her lips. If she had only dropped quietly then—only run in and jumped... .Over now—all ended —swept far down the stream. They would never know —never in the wide world guess the thing that had come upon her. It would have been better—much better. Those two would now be weeping in their sad quiet; they would have visions of her, pretty as an angel. When a door opened, they would start, thinking she was coming back to them. They would hear a distant note of music and fancy he.r singing about the house. So all their pictures would be softened with remembered Joys. And in the end they would grow used to grief. Grief can be borne —not disgrace. They would thank her to spare them this—Oh—they would And she must! Never have Jonathan’s proud head cast down! Never have the old giant stooping at his gate—because of her that was his light She looked at her stiff and swollen wrists. She held them out. Wildie raised on his haunches and licked them. Because tears gathered in her eyes she shook her head in violence. Cry—yes—too late for tears Yet her mind shrank in a mortal reluctance—shrank against this ruthless breaking of her life and all its aching ties. She realized now how consumingly she had counted on his coming; on his reaching down to take her hands; stand beside her; even with the quiet in his eyes. She could have been brave then—brave for anything But he had pressed his face against the window sash, covered it with his upstretched arms. She saw him so. There came a muteness in her spirit. She would never feel again—never She thought a long while. Finally she decided. She pressed Wildie’s head against her knees. "Want to come with me, dog? Well, you better. I don’t know just where—far off ever so far." 7 * * SHAT afternoon Jennie sewed in the living room. The sun streamed on her faded hair. She had sat like this years ago making the party dress with the little silver flowers. Chickie wished to be near her mother. She wanted Jennie’s hand. She drew a little stool and sat at her feet. She said, flippantly "Well, old love, I’ll soon be on my way.” Her throat clutched saying that. “Where are you going? Do you know?” “Some of the girls I know are going to a farm for a month. I’ve an Idea that would be very nice, otherwise—”- v

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Jennie wanted to know where, and who were these girls, and if it was a convenient place. Chickie said: “Oh, up in New Hampshire; you have to stage to get there. I’d like that, I think I’ll take a month.” “Yes—you need It.” Then, with the shyness that she could never overcome: "Chickie, aren’t you very quiet lat >iy?” “Ho —am 1? Well, now getting on in years, you know.” “Chickie, do you hear from Barry?” ‘Of course.” ‘Often? Does he write often?” ‘‘Often enough, I’ll say.” ‘I had an idea that he was at the phone last night.” ‘‘Ho! Did you” “Does he mean to return Chickie?” “Weighty question, Jennie, ole

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thing! Maybe he do and maybe he don’*.! Tish! I should worry!” “Sometimes I think you’re pining for him—” “Ho! Ha ha, Jennie! We don’t pine in this day and age! We up an’ look for another— Jennie drew a deefy pained breath: “But I’ve noticed—l’ve noticed lately—■” Chickie said tensely: “What have you noticed?” The weight of her heart robbed her of breath. She reached up and took Jennie’s hand and pressed it against her cheek. "You’re too young, Chickie, to grow sad—” Chickie ran her lips against her mother's head. She shut her eyes. Then she rested her head on Jennie’s knee. She had a wish to draw the plump, soft arms about her —a wish to hide here. She said with a muffled laufn: "Sad. mother? Not I!” But ahe kept the warm hand against her face . . . held fast to it as one does to the beloved hand of the dying. Now when she looked at Jonathan Or at her mother, there was agony alive and tugging at her throat. She could see their eyes filled with unbelief—searching her — incredulous that she would push this sorrow on them. • * • S'— UNDAY she read the advertisements in the paper. She L_J found one that seemed right to her. An elderly lady, oWner of a farm, would board a young girl reasonably—permit her the use of horses and a buggy. She answered the ad. Each breath she drew seemed now building between her and the old, happy life, a cold impenetrable wall. She kept saying to herself-*-“hurry—oh hurry—” Her mind would not hear the plea. In all she did was the mournfulness of farewell. She poured Jonathan's coffee, thinking: “Soon—oh—” and her hand faltered offering him the cup. But the craft that came to her assistance astonished her. She went to the office on Monday. She said to Lewis: “My folks are*moving. Os course, I want to be witty them, so I’m quitting.” He argued with her. Mitchell wouldn’t permit it. Was it a question of more money? They could arrange that. She said with quiet emphasis. "Well—lt’s impossible. Mr. Lewis. I can’t leave my family.” Sever every connection —they wouldn’t t>e phoning to Jennie—wouldn’t be making inquiries. Chickie told the same story to Janina, but added: “I’ll take my vacation first, ft course. Off on a farm, Janina, old dear—whole month of it” Janina glanced at her with narrowed eyes; touched the still swollen wrists. She said, with one of her odd flashing looks of kindness: “Thought the hs.ids were a stall, baby. Not so? Bit you heard the news, I suppose? Thought that was what kept you hjme.” Chickie knew what she meant. She nodded. "I heard." “And did you know he’s been here in town?” “Yes.” Chickie kept her eyes lowered. Janina said: 'Tough, ole dear! Darn sight better now than five or six years hence. You won't see it that way for a while. But you'll live to look back on It and laugh. I know!” Chickie laughed then: "Oh, I dare say, Janina, dear’ ’Twill all

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come out—if not In the wash—then under the iron! What of a few burns. I ask.” That afternoon she walked about downtown. There were trays—some with the wide, old-fashioned yellow bands; then the very narrow platinum and white gold. She saw one with delicate carving—white gold—sß.oo marked on the card. She decided to buy this, but she caught a glimpse of the clerk. He was young with reddish hair. He smiled at her. She hurried away. In the next block a thin, taL’ old man stood behind the counter. She went in. She said with a vague laugh: “Let me see the wedding rings. You have one in the tray like I want.” He brought the tray. She picked up a thin band: “Oh--it’s the one. I’ve lost mine. I must have it right away. Will you mark it?” She wanted the date of August a year ago. She told him to mark it J. to M. Two hours later she called for it. (To Be Continued) (Copyright. King: Feature Syndicate)

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