Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-07-24

golden ice there in the harbor meant.
The Aurora might be alive somewhere
far out in that turbulent sea-might. pos
sibly, still preserve her powers of locomo-
tion but her spars and tunnels would
never cut their horizon line again-this
horizon that lost itself now before his
eyes in rose-drenched haze-never, at
least. until the morning of new summer
He must think, think what to do and
how to tell her. II only she would give
him time. An hour was what he was
praying for-an hour in which to gather
up his forces for what he knew, intui-
lively. must be greater battle than any
his soul had ever waged He did not
know what form the struggle was going
| to take. That was the thing which. in
the next hour, he must try to foresee.
He must go away by himself: he knew
| that. To stand there before her, looking
at her, caused singing In his veins
| and in his heart. which in other circum-
stances he would have called JOY. The
singing made it hard to think. The re-
frain of the song was, so far as 1t was
| transferable into words at all, that they
two possessed the world together; that 1t
| had been emptied over night of all save
caught up two threads out Of the warp
Of life and knotted them together. and
until those two threads were sheared
, across they would lie side by side.
This was not thought of his. It bore
about the same relation to thought that
music does to language. But his nerves
| were tingling with It; his blood leaping
like March brook.
he had answered her question. All he
could see of her face was the rim of
| one Of her perfect ears and a flushed
/ cheek. yelled with that warm. misty
slumber, and bearing. just perceptibly,
the print of one of the creases in the
hard pillow upon which she had slept.
She began to speak without turning to
him. You said something last night
| about my faith. Well. I'm not going to
falsify it. not today. at any rate" She
turned and faced him. her eyes bright,
| her color mounting even little higher.
I'm going to believe that they're safe
Uncle Jerry and Tom. and all the rest.
l am not going to be afraid for them.
| And SO until they come back We'll make
this day a holiday. Aren't you glad
| just little glad that it's happened? Be-
| cause I am I'm afraid. That's selfish.
worried about me, until they come back
| and find me safe. They don't even know
you're here. I suppose. And 1t was an
| inexcusable trick Of mine, rowing ashore
without telling Tom where 1 was going.
| But I'm not going to begin to repent I'M
! til it will do somebody some good. You
| don't deserve to be made miserable with
| It,"
| her arms wide. and then stretched them
| skyward. What a day 1t is. Was there
ever such a day down there In that warm
green world that people live in?-Oh. 1
don't wonder that you love it. I wish 1
could fly as you do. But since I can't.
| for this one day you must stay down here
upon the earth with me-
| Her mention Of his wings gave him his
| first faint perception of the line the
| struggle would take. His mind flashed
for an instant into the position which
her own would take when she should
know the truth. To her 1t would not
seem that they were castaways together
| He was not marooned here on this shore
His ship was waiting to take him any
where in the world. He was as free as
the wind itself
II believe living in the sky is what
makes you do that" he heard her say
makes you drift of into frances that
way. perfectly oblivious to the fact that
people are asking you questions
He met her smiling eyes. and a smile
forgiven me already. I see." he said
| What was the question about?'
1T was about breakfast. Have you
anything to eat in that bundle Of yours -
He shook his head. and she drew down
her lips in mock dismay.
Is there anything to eat anywhere -
she questioned. sweeping her arm round
in a half circle, landward. Mustn't we
go hunting for walrus or a shark or
something?"
cayley had to turn away from her as
| she said that. The remorseless irony of
the situation was getting beyond human
endurance. The splendor Of the day;
the girls holiday humor: her laughing
declaration that she would not permit him
to fly away; this last gay jest out of the
pages of "Alice in Wonderland about
hunting for walrus.
away-"My God!
| Go be continued tomorrow