Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-11-27

uluu setm tO lulHh tEc QuebtlOu worth an answer. So she switched off her friend and rang up two or three tradespeople of whom she order ed scent and chocolates and some new books and told manicure to call. Then we went In to breakfast.
 It appears that the manicure person Is a great catch, and you are lucky to get him without making an appoint ment long beforehand. He does things to your feet too, though I dared not ask what. and Mrs. Ess Kay intended to stop in for him all the morning.
 While she was talking about this Sally was glancing over letters, and there was one in which she seemed particularly interested. She looked up from it suddenly when Mrs. Ess Kay said she was not going out and ex- claimed: "Oh, then l may have Betty. How nice l do so want to show her the park"
 I'll go with you" Potter broke in quickly, but Sally shook her head.
 No, want her to myself, thank you-just for this once"
 Potter looked cross, but said no more, and it was arranged that Sally and I should start in about an hour. Mrs. Ess Kay thought we ought to l get off at once, as it would be cooler. But for some reason Sally did not like that idea. Meanwhile she ran out her self on an errand, but did not offer to take me.
 Even people who have absolutely nothing to do except to amuse them selves appear to like waking up and having breakfast much earlier than we do. This morning. as usual, we had finished breakfast by half past g., and by a quarter past 10 Sally had come back to fetch Vivace and me for our walk.
 l I hadn't yet been shown Central park. Mrs. Ess Kay said it was hor- rid out of season. But Sally didn't agree with her. And I thought it lovely, more like the Bois de Bou logne than our park, and yet with an extraordinary individuality of it's own. There were only few people of our sort. riding or driving, but lots of children were playing about, and 1t was wonderful that the trees and grass and flowers could have kept so fresh through such tremendous heat I'm sure if we had weather like that in England the whole vegetable king dom would go on strike.
 Whether 1t was the beauty of the park or whether it was something in herself I don't know, but Sally Wood burn was in sentimental mood. She is generally full of fun, in her soft, quiet little way, but this morning she was all poetry and romance. She quoted Tennyson and several modern American poets whose names I was ashamed to say I didn't even know, as their verses seemed charming, and when she had found a certain narrow. shady path which she had been looking for suddenly she said: Lets talk about love. What do you think about love, Betty"
 T don't know anything about 1t yet except from books,' said I. Mother doesn't like my reading modern novels much, and We haven't many in the li- brary, for Vic reads French ones and hides them. But there are other books besides novels that tell about love some heavenly ones"
 T should think there were,' said Sal ly. But l didn't ask you what you knew; asked what you thought Have you ever thought about what it would be like to be in love-"
 Yes" I had to admit shamefacedly, for, as she is not a man, luckily 1t wasn't necessary to tell fib. Have you?"
 "I know, once for all" said Sally in a changed voice That Is why I want ed to talk about it to you before you really begin life over here. Perhaps it depends on your opinions of love I'll tell you my little story. I don't tell 1t to people. But maybe I will to you this morning. We shall see"
 "ls it sad story, dearT' l asked.
 Yes. It's sad"
 Perhaps it may end well yet, though I tried to comfort her.
 Sally shook her head. Ut can't in this world And the saddest part of all is that 1t was my own fault. But I didn't understand the relative value of things when l lost the one thing in the world that can make real happl- ness for a woman [ should like you 10 understand them while you still have time"
 And I should love to hear your story if 1t won't make you too sad thinking of it,' I said.
 'Oh, 1 am always thinking of it. It's never really out of my mind for q minute. It's there you know, like an undertone, just as when you live near the sea there's always the sound of the waves underlying every other sound, though you mayn't be listening for it. "
 ''Then tell me- said
 Not yet. 1 haven't asked you the questions yet which will show me when you answer them whether you need to hear the story or not. Could you imagine yourself marrying with out first being in love-"
 "No-o." I said thoughtfully. Not when it really came to it But Vic says that's all nonsense; that no wo. man, no matter how much she thinks herself in love, ever stops in love with her husband. The thing is to marry a man who will let you do as you like and. of course. he must be rich"