New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1915-11-03
Copyright. 1913. by Emerson noueh

I've here forever anyhow" she added.
II COULD" was my swift answer;
forever, in Just this quiet scene;
forever, with all the world forgot and
just you standing there as you are,
the most beautiful girl ever saw and
once, l thought. the kindest."
"That am not"
mo. | was much mistaken In you,
much disappointed. It-grieved me to
see you fall below the standard l had
set for you. i thought your ideals
high and fine. They were not, as
learned to my sorrow. You were just
like all the rest You cared only for
my money because it could give you
ease, luxury, station. When that was
gone you cared nothing for me-"
1 stood looking at her lovely shoul-
ders for some time, but she made no
sign
"And therefore. finding you so fall
en-" resumed, finding you only, after
all, like the other worthless, parasitic
women of the day, Miss Emory-Hele-
ma l mean-I resolved to do what
could to educate you. And so l offer
you the same footing that do your
nephew-good wages, good fare and an
opportunity to see the world"
No answer whatever.
"Do you remember the bay of Ma
pies at sunset, as we saw 1t when we
first steamed In on the old City Of Ber-
lin, Helena2"
No answer.
"And do you recall Fujiyama, with
the white top-remember the ricksha
rides together, Helena?"
No answer.
"And then the fiords Of Norway and
the mountains or the chalk cliffs of
Dover? And those sweet green fields
OF England as we rode up to London
town? And the taxis there, just you
and I, Helena, with Aunt Lucinda hap.
PLY evaded-just you and I? Yes, I
am thinking Of forcing Aunt Lucinda
to walk the plank ere long. Helena.
want a world all my own, Helena
the world that was meant for us, Hele-
ma. made for us-a world with no liv-
Ing thing in it but yonder hooking
bird that's singing. and you and me.'
"Could you not dispense with the
hooking bird-and meY" she asked.
mo" q WINGED at her thrust, how
every. mo, not with you. And you
know in your heart, in the bottom of
your trifing and fckle and worthless
heart, Helena Emory, that if it came
: to the test and if life and all the world
ana all happiness were to be either all
yours or all mine I'd go anywhere, do
anything and leave it all to you rather
than keep any for myself" .
"Go, then!"
IF I might I should. But male and
FEMALE made he them. spoke of us
as units human. but not as the unit
homo. Much as despise you. Helena,
L cannot separate you from myself In
my own thought We seem to me to
be like old Webster's idea of the Union
lone and tndivisible.' And, since I
cannot divide US in any thought, I,
John Doe. alias Black Bart, alias the
man you once called Harry, have re-
solved that we shall go undivided,
sink or swim. survive or perish. If
the world were indeed my oyster !
should open it for both of US. But. say.
ing both, should see only you. Isn't
1t odd. Helena?"
1T is II 30" said she.
almost time for luncheon. Do von
think me good provider,' HelenaY
"Humphl Mr.. Davidson was. While
your stolen stores last In your stolen
boat / suppose we shall not be hun.
cry"
"Or thirsty?" She shrugged.
"Or devoid Of guitar stringsY'
II shall need none"
"Ah, but you will! 1t belikes me
much, fair maid, to disport me at ease
this very eve, here on the deck, under
the moon. and to hear you yourself,
End none other, fairest of all nv CAP
dves, touch the lutte. or whatever YOU
may call it. to that same air you and l,
fair maid. heard long ago together at
a lattice under the Spanish moon"
Her head held very high, she passed
me without word and threw open
the door Of her suit,
And that n1ght-that very night, that
very Wondrous, silent, throbbing night
OF the Sabbath and the south, when
all the air was, as it seemed to me, in
saturat1on. In a suspense of ecstasy,
to be broken, to be precipitated, by a
word. motion, caress, note that
night, say. as sat on the forward
deck alone, / heard, far off and faint
as though, indeed. # were tho Info ~
Andalusia. the low. slow, deep throb
Of guitar! My whole heart stopped.
was no more than focused demand
Of life. Reason was gone from me,
not intellect, but emotion-that Is its
basic thing. after all, emotion born on
earth, but reaching to the stars. I Ns.
tened, not hearing. It was the air we
4 had heard long ago-a love song Of old
x Spain. written. perhaps. before De sotn