The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-09-30
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A slight bit of temper rose in flush Co my cheeks as I watched Caroline LelIyett sit on the steps and feed cake to one twin and two stair steps with as much hunger in her eyes for them as there was in theirs for the cake. Lee Greenfield is the responsible party n this case, and she has been loving him hopelessly for fifteen years Lots of other folks wanted to marry her, but Lee has pinned her in the psychic spot and is wa atchfng her futter.
 Polk depart d in the trail of Nell Kirkland's fluffy nsaslin skirts, smoI- dersng dangerously, I felt Nell has grown up into a most lovely individual, and I felt uneasy about her under Folks administrations Her eyes fol low him rather persis6ently On the whole I am glad Jane committed me to this woman's cause I'll have to be gin to exercise the biceps of Nell's heart as soon as I get some strength into my own
 And after they had all gone I sat for an hour out on the front steps of my big, empty old house and enjoyed my own loneliness, if it could be called en- toying. could hear the Petunia's hap py giggle, answering Jasper's guttural
 
 behind the row of lilac bushes. I do hope that Petunia gets much and the right sort of courting during this week that Jasper has allowed her!
 With the last rays of tife. sun I had found time to read long, dear letter from Richard Hall, and though I had transferred it from my pocket to my desk, while dressed for the afternoon, It's crackle was still in my minde wondered what it all meant, this dis satisfied longing that human beings l send out across time and distance, one to and for another.
 If a<womanss heart were really like great big golden chalice, full to the briw with the kind oK1ove she is taught God wants her1to have in it for all mankind, both men and women, why shouldn't she offer drafts of it to every one. who is thirsty, brothers as well as sisters? I wonderA how that would solve James problem of emotion a1 quality! I do love Dicky-and-and do love Polk with an inclination to dodge. Now, if there were enough of the right sort of love in me ought to be able to get them to see it and drink 1t for their comforting, and have no trouble at all with them about their wanting to seize the cup, drain all the love there is in it. shut it away from the rest of the world, and then neg lect it.
 Yes. why can't love Polk as love you. Jane, and have him enjoy it?
 think if had Dicky off to myself for a long time, and very gently led him up to the question of loving him hard in tIris new way, he might be induced to sip out of the cup just to see if he liked it, and it might be just what he craved for the time being, but I doubt it. He would storm and buster at the idea.
 Of course the Graz would let wo- man love him in any old kind of new or experimental way she wanted to if it made her happy. He would take her cup of tenderness and drink it as f it were sacramental wine on his knees. But he doesn't count. He has to be man to so many people that there is danger of his Becoming kind of superman
 I wonder if Sallie will marry him.
 And as sat and thought and puz- zled tie moonlight got richer and more glowing. and it Wooed open the throaIs of.the thousand little honeysuclzle bios soms cIinging to The vine on the trelIis until they poured out a perfect sym phony of perfume to mingle in a halle 1aJah from the Iilacs ana roses that ascended to the very stars themselves.
 I had dropped my head on my arms and let my eyes go roaming olft to the dim hills that banked against the ra- diaht sky when somebody seated him self beside me and a Whin of tobacco