The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1900-07-21

II I" somebody. YOU know. | don't slgu-
pos" there r.r WIS e soul in the v I'd
that diNut reach out now and then TO
some otl.a" ~o,G for sylnp2t IT,. Was
there: hu' %.n arc not often surround,
ed by &E.3""thltic souls, Jean. partic-
u!Ari" if vGu write Those about Won
appear tu take Che fact Of your having
stories in print ~ Il personal ahront.
That is st'an@r. isn't il: Fan ii II true.
| hay" Io@.. !, "a 'r The c&%. Nut o'Hy
!, hH5 o. ".' .h"F rails, thesr eye
hroWS, IL. poanlc, and say: Indeed,
IS that @gt .'uI IN what maga"tnv"
Then whom YOU tell them the name of
the magazine, Oh they cXclaim, 4
never heard of it before! Is it n new
one: Where is it published? And hasn't
there been Il tremendous change in the
weather since morning, don't you
think? 1t has grown quite good' deal
colder with the wind in the nqEtl,'"
Il wish you would take thtseA@dfeaDc
for me-" pleaded the girl She still held
the spoon il her hand won't you?
mo, no. Let me rest. | want to be
right quiet, so that l can think. And
so, after ALL what good does it do you,
since there is no one to care-bccause
now that you are gone there is no one
TO care, Jeanne one at all?"
Her wide, bright eyes stared unsee-
mgIy at Il little white curtain which
was strung across the window pane.
ut is queer thing about these sto-
rics, Jean" she continued. "Do you re-
member what you used to say? l re-
member. You used to say, You are too
happy, Nan, to write WELL Nan, No
body ever calls me Nan now. | never
hear my own name from one days end
to another"
She sighed and half closed her eyes
for Il moment.
WELL she added, "sincc you cannot
utter it, | don't want to hear it. don't
want to hear it from anybody elise"
"IIe must be dead" whIspersG the
girl.
"'You viii never write well until
your heart is broken you SAID. and
you We're right about that, Jean. Your
heart must break first: then you must
struggle and struggle, YOU must know
privation and suffering Of all sorts and
hunger even before you can touch the
hearts OF others who have also Knswn
these things"
She fell to moaning, the two nurses
standing by and looking hclplessly on.
You could hardly accuse me OF being
too happy now, Jean" she resumed
falteringly. Il have known what it
was to suffer, 1 have known privatons,
l have known want, but, worst Of all,
have known what it was to live with
out you. All the rest was rs nothing.
And TO matter how | suffered | must
work. | must keep on working, work
ing, working! Sometimes while | work
ed | tried to imagine that you Were
near me, because otherwise my mouth
got hard and dry and my heart seemed
about to stop beating altogether, was
so unhappy, l was so alone,
"Think of being alone, Jean, after
being with you alone with ONLY mem
cries to keep me company And mem
cries are sad, sad company. DO you
remember the White City, WAaTe we
were so happy together! DO you re-
member the white bridge, with its cleo
trio pyramid il the water balow, all
shining with different colored lights
and the blue grotto and the NcXican
who cane out every evening and sang
his little song? What was the song?
/ can't remember the name OF It. but
know the tune. If somebody would
only ham a snatch Of il. | could re-
member il directly viii SOmabody:'
She waited. Presently she began TO
muttcr impatienuy.
"Will nobody hum the tuner. 1t is
strange | can't remember it. can't
remember anything any more, II s0ems
Those spiders on the wall have spin
their webs across Rly brain"
"Thrrc isn't II single spider on tic
wall" said Inc girl.
"Of course not" assontoi tLo other
"If you take all their rayingE literally,
you will presently be raylng yourself
What is this place she IS talking
about
81 imagine it was some sort Of expo
sition hold somewhere can't tell
where. Maybe they spent thoir honey
moon there. Sometimes ! tbis.E it must
have been the Worlds fair She talks
OF white buildings and white bridges
believe would know the place if
saw il, have heard SO much about it..
She talks OF it constantly. they sat at
, little tables ald looked at tho crowd.
The women We're pretty women. They