Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1915-09-02

your brains made of, anyway"
How could a man reply to such a
sublime absurdity as that? l groaned.
"In the diary you wrote or an apoth-
eosis," confessed. How in the name
| of all that is logical could connect
myself with this admirable, impossi-
BILE superman? You failed to give the
name."s
She looked at me and laughed.
"The name is also modest" she OBJ.
served. Then she supplemented: 81
didn't know your name"
"Of course" demurred: "its great
to see you treading the clouds with
ideals for your playmates. Moreover,
It's appropriate, but Pm down here,
YOU know, earth-bound and extremely
mortal. If we are to walk together
you must come down and join me-"
"I'll take you up with nae, ,"she hos
pitably asserted and though since
then she must have discovered many
times that she had draped her cloth OF
gold upon lay figure and had made
a plumed and mailed knight of fail
ure and an inconsequent, yet she has,
with gallant stubbornness, refused to
admit it.
Dearest" said very humbly, Il
must have seemed inconceivably boor
ish when we met before. How could
you bring yourself to forgive it?"
Because" she answered, 81 am a
woman-and inquisitive. knew how
YOU felt, and l wanted to find out why
you acted so horribly"
81 was trying very hard not to tell
you how 1 felt" admitted.
"You don't have to tell me--ir
yords," she laughed. "You told me in
a hundred other ways, that were just
as plain"
"Then the only part of my story"
said, a little crestfallen, (which Is
new to you is the information that
YOU were a goddess and l high
priest out there in the South Seas?"
"Oh, that wasn't new at ALL" she
1uthlessly enlightened 81 knew that,
too"
SIS there anything you don't know 7"
I inquired. What gift of prophetic
vision"
"There wasn't any vision about it,
she interrupted. II got letter from
Mrs. Keller the day before you reach
ed Kentucky. l guess when you get
back to New York you'll find one from
the captain. His wife wrote to tell
me you were coming. That was why
I got a headache and stayed at home
to have look at you; l didn't know
till saw you that you were the man
l had seen play fooloall."
She laid her hand on my forearm.
NY sleeves were uprolled to the ell
bows.
Dearest" she exclaimed in sud
den anxiety, you're cold!"
suppose was, but had not known
1t.
It had been some time now since I
have written in the diary which had
| it's birth under such strange circum-
stances. The narrative went into
| pigeonhole because ] have been too
busy living to think of rejecting upon
| life. It was a device for moments Of
| emptiness, and in later times also for
moments of extraordinary jubilation;
| but since the last pages were scrio-
bled almost two years ago there has
been enough of celebration in merely
living out the days.
Yet now | must add postscript to
| that some time he may have the full
record before him. He is my little
son.
| He is teaching me a great many
pupil.
When I first walked out into the
| public ways after his entrance to the
stage whereupon hopehe will be cast
in worthy part, walked differently.
walked with the pride or an emperor.
Not the pride of arrogance. I needed
no car of bronze and ivory with cap
tives fettered at the wheel. l needed
no slave whispering into my ear: RE
member, Caesar, thou art but man"
was filled with new graciousness
and wished to be generously courteous
to all men, yet that desire was born of
sense of vast superiority. had found
the meaning of life-the secret OF
which the gulls shrieked in mating
time around the rocks OF the island,
though then my ears were deaf to its
significance.
She has minted from the precious
metal of her soul life which, with
the other lives of his day, will form
the MOSAIC of his times.
have the prospect befor me of new
miracles as that new life unfolds.
feel the exaltation of being undeserved-
ly linked with something vastly great
er than myself. / made an awkward
effort once to put some part of this
idea into words. but Frances only
laughed. To her it is all quite nat
ural. Her only comment was that. he
is as much mine as hers, which was