The Winslow mail., 1914-11-21

fculty in connection with the Moravian
schools in the Labrador country and
in Greenland that Gardener knew
would interest him. He remained
alone for little while after that, and
then the two women came to him
again. Afterward Edwards and Kahn
Joined the group, and the talk fell
upon love and the place of women in
the renascent world The cloud banks
of India lay under a quivering haze,
and the blaze of the sun fell full upon
the eastward precipices. Ever and
again as they talked some vast splinter
of rock would crack and come away
from these or a wild rush of snow and
ice and stone pour down in thunder.
hang like wet thread into the CULTS
below and cease.
For time Karenin said very little.
and Kahn. the popular poet. talked Of
passionate love. He said that passion
ate personal love had been the abiding
desire Of humanity since ever humani-
ty had begun. and now only was it be-
coming a possible experience 1t had
been a dream that generation after
generation had pursued, that always
men had lost on the verge of attain
ment. To most of those who had
sought it obstinately it had brought
tragedy. Now. lifted above sordid dis
resses, men and women might hope
for realized and triumphant love- This
age was the dawn of love.
Karenin remained downcast and
thoughtful while Kahn said these
things. Against that continued silence
Kahn's voice presently seemed to beat
and fall. He had begun by addressing
karenin. but presently he was incIud
ing Edith Hayden and Rachel Borken
in his appeal. Rachel listened silent
~; Edith watched karenin and very
deliberately avoided kahn's eyes.
II know" said karenin at last. that
many people are saying this sort OF
thing. | know that there is vast re-
lease of lovemaking in the world. This
great wave of decoration and elabOra-
tion that has gone about the world
this eftioreScence. has, of course. laid
mold of that. | know that when YOU
say that the world is set free you in
terpret that to mean that the world is
set free for lovemaking Down there
under the clouds the lovers foregather
| know your songs, Kahn. your half
mystical songs in which you represent
This old. hard world dissolving into a
luminous haze of love. Furthermore /
don't think you are right or true In
that. You are young, imaginative
man, and you see life-ardentIy with
the eyes of youth. But the power that
has brought man into these high places
under this blue yelled blackness of the
sky and which beckons us on toward
the immense and awful future of our
race, is ripper and deeper and greater
than any such emotions.
''All through my life-it has been
necessary part of my work. have had
to think of this great release Of love
and the riddles that perfect freedom
and almost limitless power will put to
the soul of our race. can see now
all over the world a beautiful ecstasy
of waste. Let US sing and rejoice and
ne lovely and wonderful! The orgy is
only beginning. Kahn. 1t was inevita-
BILE. But it is not the end of mankind.
Think what we are. 1t is but
Yesterday in the endlessness OF time
that life was a dreaming thing, dream
u haf = n
dreamed, it's lives, it's individual in
Stincts. its moments were born and
wondered and played and hungered
and grew weary and died. lncalcula
ble SUGGESTIONS Of visions, visions of
sunlit jungle, river wilderness, wild
forests, eager desire, beating hearts,
soaring wings and creeping terror
famed hotly, and then were as though
they had never been. Life was an nn-
easiness across which lights played and
vanished. And then we came, man
came. and opened eyes that were
question and hands that were de-
mand and began mind and memory
that dies not when men die, but lives
dominating will, question and an as
piration that reaches to the stars.
Hunger and fear and this that you
make so much Of, this sex, are but the
elementals of life out of which we
have arisen. Ali these elementals,
grant you, have to be provided for,
dealt with. satisfied, but all these
things have to be left behind"
But love-" said Kahn.
Karenin shook his head "You can
not stay at the roots and climb the
tree" he said.
NO" he said after pause. ''this
love story is just a part OF growing up.
and we grow out of it. So far litera-
ture and art and sentiment and all our
emotional forms have been almost al
together adoescent; plays and stories,
delights and hopes, they have all turn
ed on that marvellous discovery OF the
.ove interest, but life lengthens out
now, and the mind of adult humanity
detaches itself Poets, who used to die
at thirty, live now to eighty-t1ve. You,
too, Kahn. There are endless years