The Red Cloud chief., 1911-12-14
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The Cenevieve Who Married Another
BY HELEN HELP

So James never said q word to
Genevieve and Genevieve went and
married another and was unhappy
almost ever after.
James, however, did not marry an.
other. With the persistence of his
type In following a program, he kept
on not telling girls he loved them.
And maybe he didH,t. Who can tell?
But now, after-well, after a certain
number Of years, Genevieve went back
home because she was a widow and
could go back home. or away from
home, or to the wilds of the FIJI is
lands, or to the depths of great cities,
and there was nobody to say her nay.
But Genevieve chose Just to go back
home. And back home was James.
James heard that Genevieve was
home again for a while and he went
to call, that being the proper thing for
Genevieve. She was all alone, but
she didn't fret about It. She was not
so young, but che was extremely alive
and when James came to think It
over as he strolled in the summer
moonlight, she was really much young
err.
Because Genevieve, in her youth,
had been a serious.minded young per-
son. And now she could laugh and
laugh-and her eyes laughed and
crinkled up at the corners, and her
hands were apt to grab the arm OF
the sympathetic bystander and give
1t a little shake Of pure good fellow.
ship. Genevieve was quantities more
fun, though, maybe. James was not
awake to 1t, than she had been when
she wore the apple blossoms and
dreamed strenuous dreams.
So James btrolled home in the
moonlight, tall and ever SO good to
look at, manhood thrilling in him,
firm. white hands dug thoughtfully
into his pockets.
II wonder" unused James.
James kept on calling and strolling
home in the moonlight, and pretty
soon he stopped wondering and began
to hope. He had been loving for .
considerable period.
"Genevieve," said James, his voice
thrilling with that viol tone she loved
yes, and / have let the cat out OF
the bag now. haven't I? Because
| Genevieve-well, Genevieve was very
glad when James got ready to speak
about this.
They are happy-so happy that they
believe that nobody ever dreamed a
happiness so good AZ theirs. They
are saying nothing about not being
not 80 ~young-h"t not because they
are lodging the issue. In tenderness
for each other, as the stories whimper
about when they tell Of middle, aged
Observation-Disclosures. in sooth! They
simply never think Of II at all. They
are plenty young enough. Never q
debutante in her teens. never y col.
legian in his twenties. with his eager,
far-away look, are any happier than
these two.
They say romance Is Of youth alone.
that old age may have. perhaps, it's
dim reflection Of the earlier rose, but
that forty stands as bare to the com.
monplace as the stripped branches Of
. tree. waiting midway between the
bourgeoning of the summer and the
g~listening diamonds of the frost kings
crown-but don't you w believe IL.
There isn't a year In all the years
Of our lives. there isn't q minute Of
all that tinkle in q silvery shower
from>the tiny clock upon your mantei.
that isn't full Of romance.
Love Of youth alone? Oh. very well.
But II you really think so. you would
better speak to the undertaken and
be quick about 1t. Because you are
dead already.
'~Genevieve." says James, with that
deep note she loves, "Genevieve."
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