Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-12-20


as began ponderousy to speak. 4Me? dunno
what you gon say. But you pull those eye
together lig' it gon be mez-zi-then l got
be hang OPP an shot op. No one can stan the
mez-zi-'
well" laughed 1, Al am not ready either to
hang you up or shut you up!'
"How that are nize!" breathed Miss Lemon
ecstatically. @You perfec' gentleman, I perfec'
lady-what you thing?'
"Precisely!' agreed l. Nov how can we pre-
vent the recurrence of my pessimism and its
dreful results?"
Gus Zig tellin you those fiddle while ago
laugh, ejinsan."
"A right. Even when alone I will laugh"
did SO. l was very happy 1t pleased Miss
Lemon tremendously. But she had an access of
thought.
"The mez-z- come sudden. JUS 1ig' the laugh
No time range bout the hang op. Got tell you
now. Las will an testament. Till further notiz.
Don bother bout neck. Those hard But
feelin' sof Don lg' be put in stove or on
ashple. Some peoples crule nough for those.
But you goin' be that kline with me, eijinsan?'
"You shall always be my best beloved" cried l.
@Ah!" sighed Miss Lemon in ecstasy. @Then,
dear barbarian, break my bones to you! An
proceed with those former languages bout
mez-zi-"
"Well,' argued 1, 3you know, to resume our
discussion that we fctionists are expected to
write of what we think, at least, is life,-to
hold the mirror up to nature. And life you know,
IS neither altogether sad nor altogether gay, but
just-well-life. How we be happy about a
thing that is not happy, which is, in fact, pess-
mistic?"
@But suppoge you are fool jus lig' you fool
other peoples, an thing life is what it is not?'
@Don't see it all about me? Don't live it
myself"
"But mebbys lg' it made for you by some
other foolishness?"
Certainly not!7 said 1 severely Il live it as
it isl"
@Loog QUIZ shrieked Miss Lemon in terror Il
not r'ady for hang-op. Please, Barbarian You
say I'm perfec lady. An perfec' lady jus got talk!
An recomlec' it is frs time 1 aever converse!"
@I'll remember" laughed 1. at would be
easy if you sat just there on the carrier of my,
typewriter always"
ABut Away 1 hang!' mourned Miss Lemon.
4An if you lig me Away you can have me! It's
up with YOU" :
u understand, said I, 3and shall often have
you, never fear. But now, before do something
to hang you, tell me how to throttle this pessi-:
mism of stiff-necked author. What is this life
he thinks he knows, and you evidently think he
does not?"
"Oh, Barbarian Scribbler, this is life, JUS you
an noac! JUS that sweetness of you! Be Away
so! Then Away sit here an laugh-yes, an cry
with you When the thoughts an the writes
are ig' those other, you do not touch the long,
long garment of the Lord of Life, you do not hear
its frou, you do not know the fragrance of it.
Scribbler, it is But death you see an know an
write of. This fiddle death which precedes the life
that will blot out the universe with JUS you That
large! Hah! Thing bout those! Write bout those!
Not the bulkson your sandal. Not even the
smile of your believe; nor the thrill of her anogy,
nor the tear of her sorrow. Sometime life come
to you in dream, an mex day you put it away
an shame to speak of it count you thing
it crrrazy. But, where you when you
sleep, dear barbarian? On earth you are
dade-dade as can be. But you live
somewhere? Well, where is it? What are