The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1911-02-11
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HENRY RUSSELL MILLERA
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more poignant within her. AS
she sang, her heart flooded with
kindliness toward the handsome,
romantic young man before her.
| Il wish," she = thought once,
when at the end of verse the or
gan took up the refrain, 81 wish I
were your mother. / wonder, can
this be the beginning of love-and
for your"
Song followed song, until at
length Paul turned from the or
gan and faced her.
THANK you," he said simply.
She rested her elbows on the
back of the chair, folding her
hands and dropping her chin on
them.
How are those devils now?"
"Gone, every one of them.
You're the most eminently salts
factory person in the world.
came here restless, morbid, filled
with dismal forebodings. You
sing-the demons flee
80, no. 1t wasn't / who work
ed the magic, but your magma
ton. The demons existed only in
your Imagination, and when you
imagine they are gone, they are
gone"
He waved his arm imperiously.
Cease, woman, cease!" he cried
in burlesque tones. Il refuse to
allow you to speak slightly of
yourself. I insist, you're the most
satisfactory person this side of
immortality. Haven't you any
faults at all?''
81 told you it was your imagin-
alton. OF course, 1 have lots of
them. Otherwise l couldn't be
even a little satisfactory"
mo" he replied, shaking his
head obstinately. 81 have made
a careful search, thinking to over
come this feeling of standing on
holy ground when with you; but
l haven't discovered the slightest
possible trace of the smallest pos
sible fault in YOU"
you're in bad form today.
|aren't you? That ponderous COM
|pliment proves its own insincer.
|ity."
He folded his arms contentedly.
"By the way, when are you going
to let me propose?"
Must l ever let your"
at is inevitable that l shall
propose sooner or later, whether
you consent or not. But 1 prefer
to do it under the most propitious
"Why propose at all?" she arr
|gued, smiling. 81 like you. We
|are good friends. Why risk our
Friendship by introducing uncer-
tainties into it?"
There is no uncertainty in my
love for YOU"
How do you know? How can
you be sure that you love me and
will love me year hence?"
How can I be sure! When
|every atom of my being thrills"
"Please leave out the rhetoric"
she interrupted. "They say you
can judge of love by the sacrifices
1T is willing to make. What would
you give up 70 rme?''
What would / give up2 Ev-
|erything."
Everything is a big word, my
friend" she answered skeptically.
Let's come down to facts, as
Henry would say. Friends?"
The descendant of the renegade
Jewess covered his face with his
hands.
She pressed him almost fierce
ly. Friends? Even your friend
|McAdoo?"
For Gods sake, don't!"
what" she said mockingly.
Then everything doesn't mean
|everything?"
Slowly his hands fell to his side.
His face was very white, his eyes
unutterably weary. His head
went up as he answered her stead
lily, though with visible effort.
mo, everything doesn't mean
Everything. When he asked me to
give you up, l refused. If you
should demand that / give him up,
I must make the same answer.
Otherwise / must be utterly con-
temptible. 1 forced my friendship
on him against his will. If it
means anything to him now,
can't take 1t away from him."
He closed his eyes for a mo-
ment, and so did not see the kind
illness that flashed momept
into her face. -
(Continued Monday.