New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1912-09-01

''Aly father had no better Saiu MAIN ~ UuS hat
il in his pocket without looking at it. Now what'
Playmate" r,-...,.. .,o-o. ovc;t;ro
adventure than our pitched combat with the cows,
,neditated Priscilla Il fervently pray not, at any
ratri So suppose we sit down here for little whe,
and get cool, and commune with Nature
SUPPOSE we do" agreed Mark Except that
~ | vote that we commune with eich oCiei iHS'o"u
Of Nature-I have lots to talk about. -, , ;,
Then talk" admonished Priscilla. ! maven /
",That's ALWAYS a perfect way to start an easy now
of conversation" laughed Mark IL nna WSot ''e
other nerson lust long to open his soul. what
treasure YOU must be for dinner partner, prScina!
II don't put it quite candidly, then, she ad-
,n;tted at does slightly diminish the first Tine
careless rapture lets play - NEW game ned N ier1s
let's pretend to tall; about real things g., NJ,
What a foolish game, Playmate, said Marx
gently when all the incest things to talk ABOUT are
AREN'T life and DEATH and JOY and sorrow, and
love and hate real?" asked Priscilla nn..
II don't know" answered Mark simply. But
sometimes | wonder. ,, ,.-,
THAT'S because you have never felt them, returned
Priscilla and her eyes were bitter. =,
There are things that are so much more real
said Mark There are the stars, and the winds;
and dawn on the hills, and laughter, and music, ana
dreams! There's nothing in the world 50 real as
But they end" cried Priscilla. They end!
Some day you'll wake up and find yourself all aione
in a little gray room, with the doors OF your heart
and the windows of your soul locked t-ailu you
can't get out-vou can't get out! You can scream
Yourself deaf and beat at the closed windows, ana
batter at the boltcd doors; but you'll be locked IN
fast-there's no way out!
"Oh. YES. said Mark. There's always the key
The kew to the fclds?" asked Priscilla.
ITS to little door behind a curtain, explained
Mark Just turn in the lock, a step in the dark
no." replied Priscilla there's no way out-no
way at all It's because you don't know that YOU
think there is Mark! No more Dreams nothing
bu, the little gray room! And all because you liked
dreaming better than living II you had stayed awake
they could not have locked you in, and You could
have swept and garnished the little room, and made
it fine and bright And would have come IN through
the open windows and comrades through lhe open
doors if YOU had not dreamed.
Il take my Dreams" defed Mark gaily. And
sometimes dreams come true, Playmate
do thew" asked Priscilla
Il think that they always come true, said Mark.
"Oh, you blind, birl, happy little boy!' cried
Priscilla. with a cat = in her breath. You mustn't
think that it would be terrible when you woke up!
Look around YOU. Can't you see the SIN and misery
and hypocrisy and vieneSs on every hand; Look
down Can't YOU see that at your feet dirt instead
Of flowers"
But the flowers come from the dirt said Mark.
And don't the sin and the misery and the VIE
ness Just see strange folk who speak an alien tongue
And sometimes am lonely, because cant understand
them. and tlcy can't understand me- In his dark
eyes Priscilla saw gain the curious rcmotencSS that
she had wondered at that first day am 50
lonely sometimes he SAID for countries have never
known, for comrades | have never greeted, for loves
that | have never had Or did know and love them
once? | think that shall love and know them again,
and speak their tongue and clasp their hands.
DO YOU in Heaven asked Priscilla.
Marks eyes wdcncd suddenly and then he smiled.
ado l." he wondered "Oycr the edge Of the world,
anyway
IL want to be happy now: | don't want to wait
till Heaven" protested Priscilla passionatey. This
is nv world and love it. In the golden streets
would long for the green lanes and by the rivers OF
milk and honey would miss the little brown brooks.
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