The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1905-07-12


little hand pulled him back.
"Rer1eH,ber," a cold voice reminded
"you desired me to tell you"
judith he reproyed sharply.
"And that wasn't ALL" and she fash
ed defiant eyes at him. she remember
ed how Jealous lie bad haaE. Once she
laughed and asked him il he thought
the enamored air went signing after
her TOO. But that was wDen he Lad
really cared for her. Row he was try
ing to get rid Of her. = haG numerous
other DIVERS at the Springs, Bob. 1t
may be"-she tapped a gay little tune
with her fan-''that You might hnd
them diverting. There was Dave Cary
she assigned her little finger to him
"and Fred Langles," the next finger
to him, .both Of whom proposed TO me
at the picnic on the fourth day of July.
Then there was AIr. GreyHeT, who pro-
posed to me at the dance at Judge Biz
rows sons birthday-the son also pro-
posed for that matter. DR.. SpauldinS
set my wrist when ] sDrained it, and
when he dismissed me he asked me to
be his wife. That's al! the proposals !
had at the springs. There were f1ve
more when / stopped 20 visit Lucy XII
~lare on my way home" The man
made a gesture of entreaty. Truly, he
lad not dreamed Of it being this bad
Ills heart felt like church on a week
lay. How could he have ever been fool
enough to expect Judith to love him
against all these young men!
IF you marry Travers"- 1t was
cowardly subterfuge to get her away
from the others. His voice stuck. She
sat alert, with brilliant eyes.
"If 1 marry Travers, whatF she ask
ed.
81 don't know" miserably.
81 haven't exactly decided which one
1 shall marSy" She leaned back Ian
guidly. She was pushing her hair back
and trying to pin it in place. ITS real
" very hard to make up ones mind,
Bob. It's the number Of them that con-
fuses me- She laughed deliciOusly.
His hand tightened around his glass.
Bob" the girl suddenly demanded,
whats that you told me once about
love lying deepY'
Gould. he release her? ''The hunger Of
q mans SOUL Kept running through his
head. Could he do it? Wasn't she in
crying need of protector to shield her
from this very hunger?
''Bob"-she tossed him a rose-"have
you forgotten the llnes?'
"Iove lieth Deep" he began
"Love dwells not in lip depths. Love
wraps his wings on either side the
heart" There was q long silence.
Somehow the silences Of Bob were
more eloquent than all the lip talk of
the others. She was beginning to IN
derstand. She thought vaguely Of
ships cut loose from their moorings
She hated young men.
She remembered the first time she
ever saw him. She was doing a skirt
dance before the long gilt mirror in
the back parlor. She turned to get d
sidewise view Of herself, and there in
the door he was calmly watching her.
The others were at the table. The oc-
casion was dinner party, and he had
committed the objectionable offense Of
being late That was the beginning.
He very much preferred staying with
her, he declared, If she didn't mind.
That was the night she started loving
him. Hadn't he spent weary hours
over the intricacies Of toe dancing to
coach her? Didn't Bob always under
stand? The thought that he was just
across the table and not engaged to
her any more almost suffocated her.
She couldn't stand it,
"Bob," she said. with all that peril
Gus youth shining IN her eyes, have
you forgotten that toe dance you
taught me years ago?" No, with weary
resignation, he had not forgotten it.
"Bob," with cruel persistence, when
you told me that night that you had
rather stay with me than to go with
the old ladies'. did you mean it, trulyT'
Yes, he was sure he meant it truly.
The cafe was deserted Only Francois,
the waiter. lurked in the background,
and he couldn't speak English.
Bob" moving nearer and laying a
confding hand on his arm; Bob, does
your love lie too deep for words?'
There was a pleading quality in her
tones not to be resisted.
"Child" He was holding her chin in
his most comforting hand and examin-
ing her eyes.
Jack Travers didn't kiss me, truly
she comforted, patting Bob's old gray
hairs tenderly. Francois had discreet
ly withdrawn, fully remunerated. He
said that before I told him about
about how loved you'll told him
all about us, Bob But she didn't
finish. He understood. Bob always
understood.
Child he whispered, with eyes IN
which youth had come home to live,
you must be the oldest person on
earth. You are straight from the gar
den of Eden, with youth that is fresh
and genuine and eternal. Yes, you are,
childY