Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-05-14


Il don't know, but 1 was right"
Mr.. Lythgoe had fought gallant fight
and was recovering his equanimity. And
this is the room you have so well de-
scribed to me- and he looked curiously
about. How often 1 have longed to be
here and in its peace and silence to
read to you. first of all the world, what
i had written
Would she expect him to explain eX-
travagant passages in his correspondence:
1t would be very embarrassing if she did
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Come up TO my balcony. she said
with slightly sarcastic smile: there
you will find plenty of subjects for
POEMS" He climbed heavily after her
breathing short and hopping his fore
head.
In the corner of the balcony young
Aurora lay among the red cushions. She
sprang up with glowing color. She was
radiant.
us it not rather sudden, Aurora
"Oh. no, aunt-siX weeks There was
a touch Of condescension about Aurora.
She was trying to explain the A B c OF
love to a backward old child.
Just think; he said; and the pretty
color flushed to her bright eyes, that !
was his Inspiration Miss Penrose closed
one eye and examined her canvas. And
yet you remember you said l was COM
monplace. 1 told him that you said l
was commonplace. and Aurora pouted.
THAT was a mistake on your part,
child, for he has at least a great respect
for my-mind. He will remember that
remark
at was then that he said l was his in
spiration," Aurora cried, triumphantly,
while Miss Penrose scraped her palette.
Then see that you attend strictly to
business and she made rasping sound
with her knife, "for the poem he read
last night was simply atrocious."
oh. aunt, how can you. Miss Pen
Iose paced the studio, triumphantly jung
ling the keys in her apron pockets. Il
shall certainly tell him what you said. -
Tell him, by all means.'
and poets are SO sensitive, and l want
ed him to look up to you like--a SON."
Miss Penrose stopped suddenly before
her niece. aurora, we will draw the lns
there. Roger Lythgoe is five years older
than am. and don't propose to burden
myself with a ready-made son of that
age Marry him by all means-but il
you value his reputation don't be his in
SEPARATION! Come to think of it, what are
you marrying him for, anyhow"
He is so distinguished. said Aurora.
often asked herself Besides, he adores
os,S e.,
used to learn his poems by heart at
school-the girls raved over them 1t will
be such fun going back to visit. them as
Mrs. Roger Lythgoe. 1 shall give them
all his autograph. Mrs. Roger Lythgoe'-
how well it will look on a card-'At
home from s to 10 1 shall go out
great deal. for 1 shall want to help him
all / can. Roger-to think that 1 shall
call him Roger-means to stop over III
Springfield to see father. He is going to-
morrow. We shall be married in the
spring." and Aurora blushed and
sparkled. But 1 wish he didn't live in
California. I hate to write. He says
he'll need my letters for inspiration. OF
course. he tells me everything now. and
1t seems that some one has been writing
him the heavenliest letters these last two
years-a woman, of course. He said he
nearly made fool of himself and fell
in love with mind-fancy. But. OF
course. this is the end now; it wouldn't
do for him to raise false hopes
II do wish he were as tall as I am"
Aurora confessed uneasily; the girls At
school are such ones to notice.
Leave him at home You have his
name and you can take his autographs"
Aunt Aurora, / sometimes think you
are very sarcastic Roger does. He says