The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-07-09
MT. BOBBY'S SAVING CLIMAX By AIeen Cleveland Higgins
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q think" he said with his cynical intonatior -"I think that it is idocy to romance like this about people. One is only led up false c1imax-its like dancing ones self breathless at bal mosque in at tendance upon queenly parsonage only to behold at the dramatic moment of unmasking the grinn1ne n1oon-face of your club partner at whist--
 'Yes, or like following up trail of blood and find ing dead rooster" said Captain Wiloughby, recall ing ranking boyhood experience which had jared his spirit of adventure.
 Exactly. went on MT. Bobby. "In tired of these surprise stories people always lead up tothey never give satisfying climax. No, no-it doesn't pay to court deliberately Apr1-fooled sensation-to dis appoint ones fancy like that.
 "Oh come now, MT. Bobby what would the Round Table do without its chief diverson?" cried Mrs. the arrival. Do tell us.
 "NIo you must do your romancing without to- night' answered MT. Bobby, rising abruptly and casing himself "Fm packing you know"
 The members of the Round Table called after him responsibility, but Mir. Bobby only looked back with wave of gay obdurance, and swung the green doors quickly behind him.
 He locked himself in his rooms and set to work to pack in a desutory, indeterninate fashion. Packing to go-wherea He questioned himself whinsically Where did he want to go? He picked Up map and his finger the few places which he had not explored.
 "I will go where there are no people," he con- cuded his finger upon the black dots which indicated a mountain wilderness.
 MT. Bobby threw down the map and took restless turn about the room.
 T don't want people," he repeated trying to con- himself of what way down deep in his heart, he knew not true.
 He caught up a hand-tooed book and turned it's pages with mixture of affection and impatence.
 Beautiful artistic 1ies, he cried hot1y. There's nothing in life like you Lifes made up of false climaxes A mans fool to look, to hope for any thing else-and that's what I've been-always looking, always believing that somewhere sometime something e6O farcica1 tumble it But oh, if only could know artistic climax outside of the pages of bookt If something like that would only happen-something beautiful in its entirety pink-skinned pear1then a dusty bit of tofn brown paper would have poetry about it-then the great weight which makes my drag would drop from t-tllen, then could write! want the real-oh, hozO I want it ! When a mans illusions gone--When he can no longer live contented1y in his world of fancy-when there's nothing in the very-day-notIing in the lives of peo- pie he touches elbows with make him say that for him life is good-then happiness is minus qua1ity-a may well die"
 Some letters fell to the foor Mr. Bobby scrar1- bled after them to assign them to the grate, They letters from his wife Jane-1etters obviously written with lined sheet underneath the very correct paper. MT Bobby read snatches here and there he fed the flame.
 "Jane and I certainly made an anti-c1irnax com binaton,' he murmured.
 Now, for him well for Jane-incompatibi1ity spelled the mercifu1 open the which dispensed freedom
 MT. Bobby thrust the last letter the fire, left his packing half finished, and went out for walk
 "What a glorious wind !" cried MT. Bobby, delight edly, he felt the fresh sweep of the gale upon his hot face Enough of it certainly ought to brace for what's next"
 He walked brisI1y the Truckee River bridge. In the blurred moonlight he could only other figure at the opposite end It woman
 MT. Bobby her half stop the wind caught her skirts and wrapped them closely about her. Her long cape unfastened and Tapped against the iron grating She stumbed-so strong the force of the wind. Her out if to recover her balance. MT. Bobby heard quick sharp Cry something fell from her hand and splashed into the swift river below.
 When MT. Bobby reached her she leaning over the railing peerng into the river shadows.
 "Dd you drop it on purpose?" asked MT. Bobby, tentatively.
 When she turned MT. Bobby observed, with due appreciation of the dramatic suggestion in the suaton that she the waitress.
 "On purpose?"
 Her voice throbbed with such a hopeless note that MT. Bobby rushed to the railing and leaned peri1ous angle to gaze after the lost article.
 I'm afraid it would be to dive for it, she said. "The river is swift"
 MT. Bobby stood hastily, but when he caught the effect of her teardmmed eyes in the moonlight, he decided make the unnecessary admission that he had had intention of diving.
 What is it you dropped?"
 MT. Bobby tried to keep the suspense out of his voice. She hesitated. It black moment for MT. Bobby. He was certain that she going to name foolish bauble
 Tt my andmothers jeWecase, with little cloisonne inside.
 "We will drag the river for it-or dive for it,, ex- claimed MT. Bobby, greatly relieved to hear her men ton something which had possibilities. "A jewe1-bo11 would probably go straight to the bottom without being carried along much by the I'll to it the first thing in the morning for you
 -Oh must wait until morning?" she cried, quiver- ingly. "Im afraid the hshes-"