Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-11-26

little else It was going to smash Jebusa
Jones' Cuticle Remedy to the shreds or
its ointment boxes. The deepening vertl-
cal line between the mans brows she oio
not notice, nor did she interpret the wist-
full look in his eyes when he claimed her
help. She was tired of the Cure and the
Remedy and Sypher's fantastic need OF
her as ally. She wanted life. real qulv-
ering human life. 1t was certainly not
to be found in Nunsmere. where faded
lives were laid away in lavender. For
sheer sensations she began to tolerate
the cynical analysis OF the Literary Man
from London. She must go forth on her
journeyfngs again. She had already toSed
with the idea when, with Septlmus ald
she had mapped out voyages round the
world Now she must follow 1t In siren
; uous earnest. The Callenders had caoieo
her an invitation to come out at once 10
Los Angeles. She cabled back an accept
ance.
Sypher, when she announced her ue-
parture. -
There was a hint of reproach in his
voice which she resented.
you told me In Monte CARO- Una. /.
ought to have a mission In life. l can {
find it here, so Pm going to seek one IN
, California. What happens In this Sleepy
Hollow of place that live woman can
concern herself WITH"
There's sypher's s c1rew che laughed
protestingly.
oh said he, you are helping it on
| more than you imagine. I'm gong
through a rough time, but with you be
hind me. as I told you before, l know
shall win. If I turn my head round.
when I'm sitting at my desk, / have a
kind of fleeing vision OF you hoverins
! over my chair. 1t puts heart and soul
into me- and gives me courage TO make
desperate ventures
LAS I'm only there in the spirit, 1t
doesn't matter whether the bodily ls III
Nunsmere or Los Angeles
How can I tell?" said he. with one OF
his swift, clear giances. Il meet you IN
the body every week and carry PACK
your spirit with me. Fora Middlemist.
he added. abruptly, after a pause I'M
plore YOU not to leave me.
He leaned his arm on the mantelplece
from which Septimus had knocked the
little china dog, and looked down earnest
cred sofa behind the tea table. At her
back was the long easement window. and
the last CLEANS OF the wintry sun caught
her hair To the mans visionary fancy
they formed an aureole.
Don't go, Fora.
She was silent for long. long time. as
IL held by the spell Of the mans pleading.
Her face softened adorably and tender
ness came into the eyes which ne could
not see. 4 mysterious power seemed 10
be lifting her toward him. 1t was ne"
sensation Measurable, like floating down
stream with the water murmuring In
her ears Then. suddenly. as II startled
to vivid consciousness out Of dre-m,
she awakened, furiously indignant.
why shouldn't go? Tell me once and
for all. why?'
She expected what any woman alive
might have expected save the chosen few
who have the great gift of reading the
souls of the poet and the visionary; and
Glenn Sypher i'm his way. was both. She
braced her nerves to hear the expected.
But the poet and the visionary spoke.
1t was the old story of the Cure ms
divine mission to spread the healing I'M
guent over the suffering earth. Voices
had come to him as they had come to the
girl at Domremy, and they had told him
that through Fora Middlemist. and no
other, was his lifes mission to be &C
compliShed.
To her it was anticlimax. Reaction
forced a laugh against her will. She
leaned back among the sofa cushions.
rs that all?' she said. and Sypher did
not catch the Significance OF the words
You seem to forget that the role of Mas
cote is not particularly active one.
It's all very well for you. but l have to
sit at home and twirl my thumbs. Have
you ever tried that by way Of soul-Satis-
flying occupation? Don't you think you're
just a bit-egotistical?"
He relaxed the tension of his attitude
with a sigh. thrust his hands into his
pockets and sat down.
81 suppose I am. When a man wants
something with all the strength Of his
night. he develops g. colossal selfishness.
It's a form Of madness. 1 suppose. There
was q man called Bernard Palissy who
had it, and made everybody sacrifice