Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-08-03

ard strong She slender. so fluent and light BY
the of their lips you they We're
speaking. speaking in brief by long 81
Iences; they stood bit apart. gazing straight
ahead. never gazing other n slight bend
of his bod, solicitudc: leaned back
against The rail s;ill with stiffness contrasting
strangely with turbulence, AZ flowing
along relaxed form in attitude that held
WEAKNESS and peace
And thus we were % them every evening after
day She tnkled, laughed and huttered. and
time stood via. lin At the tafffail
still. He leaned slightly above her; she dropped
against the rail- and they spoke. looking straight
all cad. sentences and long silences. Above
them the flag gently the light was upon their
faces The moment held peace Large unrufi1ed calm
II had taste. almost, of prayer.
Then ne would tumble back to and growl lis
disapprobation his irritationthe irritation Of the
idealist who, seeking too much. finds nothing Also
suppose he felt the need of ustfing himself toward
Us; he had something of the mental attitude of the
callow youth who hates girls and surreptiousy
takes them home from school.
Il am trying find what she is. he would
growl. and l can't There's nothing there-nothing.
only OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
Seems interesting anyway" one of us would say.
Yes; try. try again. chimed Hart
He would turn his back upon absolutely furious.
but it would be long before he would be speaking
again. evidently to satisfy himself than to satisfy
us in sort Of soliloquy that sought approba ton
contradiction.
couldn't even tell whether she is bad or she
good. She may the and SO much so
doesn't know it-or else the other-and then alb
degree innocence She doesn't seem to see that
those men"
Here usually deserted him. laughing, half
indignant, bit outraged want Of delicacy
senfu OF this spirit OF analysis which threatened
face blooms satisfactory to is. He something of
the makeup of priest the Inquisition-the cruelty
of the idealist maddened by the realities
Meantime the voyage continuing as before-a
polished pelucd sky. banjo strummngs all day,
the short moment Of peace the hour at the
taffrai. beneath the whispering flag. and evening
he seemed to arrive at last to conclusion
There's nothing there" he said. relieved.
Banjo tinke futter ribbon-nothing else. She's
bubble just bubble. bubble" he stopped: his eyes
staring upward. "A bubble-of JOY" he resumed; "a
joy-bubbe. Banjo Nel' he said slowly; Banjo Nell
the joy-bubb1e."
After which seemed satisfied, and for several
said nothing of her. the bubble now,
perversely enough. began give solid facts.
She's going married." the he brought
a interview: she's going o the p. LIS
be married.
Good for Banjo Nell!" said Hart maliciously.
ITO marry missionary Strang went
'Surprisng, but laudable," said Hart.
Strang a WHILE trying o SMILE but evil
IDENTIFY irritated
beats h he began again slowly; 1T
h how girls marry! I've known several now-and it
always appalls neither Inconsistencies. their
preme Inconsistencies of what they doing. They
say: I'm going to be marred-juss like that Just ike
have bit more realization of the Importance of the
drink of water They have no imaginaton they don't
don't bother 10 see Never do they seem to have the
slightest idea of why they marry 1t isn't love- isn't
even that far It's for noting at they re
M snss aB % habit THEY moe. aa
their mothers mother their grandmother's mother
nd ssa ard 81 they o il ask Rsr Ry
she is marrying"
Il did, he flashed out deianty Il wanted to find out
And her reason is-that she's engaged to him. I'm