Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1916-07-06

And II your father had told YOU
Il won't listen to such silly TALK
she declared, angrily.
so you're handin' out your advice,
are you. Bibbs?" said Sheridan. "What
is it?"
LET her see him all she wants"
You're a." Sheridan gave 1t up.
81 don't know what to call you"
"Let her see him all she wants"
Bibbs repeated, thoughtfully. you're
up against something too strong for
you. II Edith were weakling you'd
have chance this way. but she isn't.
She's got lot of your determination,
father, and with what's going on in
side Of her she'll beat you. You can't
keep her from seeing him, as long as
she feels about him the way she does
now. You can't make her think less
of him, either. Nobody can. Your
only chance Is that she'll do 1t herself,
and II you give her time and so easy
she probably will. Marriage would
do it for her quickest, but that's just
what you don't want, and as you don't
want II. you'd better"
II can't stand any morew Sheridan
burst out. "If it's come to Bibbs ad-
visin' me how to run this house bet
ter resign. Mamma, where's that mig
ger George? Maybe he's got some plan
how I better manage my family.
Bibbs, for Gods sake go and lay down!
Let her see him all she wantsv Oh,
Lord! Here's wisdom: here's"
''Bibbs," said Mrs. Sheridan, III you
haven't got anything to do, you might
step over and take Sibyps wraps
home-she left 'em in the hall. don't
think you seem to quiet your poor fa-
ther very much Just now"
"AIl right" And Bibbs bore Sibyl's
wraps across the street and delivered
them to Roscoe, who met him at the
door. Bibbs said only, Forgot these"
and. "Good night, Roscoe" cordially
and cheerfully, and returned to the
new house. His mother and father
were still talking In the library, but
with discretion he passed rapidly on
and upward to his own room, and there
he proceeded to write in his notebook.
There seems to be another curious thing
about love Gibbs wrote). Love Is blind
while 1t lives and only opens its eyes and
becomes very wide awake when It dies.
Let II alone until then.
You cannot reason with love OF with
any other passion. The wise win not wish
for love-nor for ambition. These are pas
sions and bring others in their train
hatreds and jealousies--all blind. Friend
ahtn and nlItot uaart for the wise.
What turbulence is Lowell II Is dan
gerous for a blind thing to be turbulent;
there are precipices in life. One would not
cross a mountain-pass with a thick cloth
over his eyes. Lovers do. Friendship
walks gently and with open eyes.
To walk to church with friend! To
sit beside her there! To rise when she
rises, and to touch with ones thumb and
fingers the other half of the hymn book
that she holds! What lover, with his
fierce ways, could know this transcendent
happiness7
Friendship brings everything that heav-
en- could bring There is no labor that
cannot become living rapture II you
know that a friend is thinking of you as
you labor. So you sing at your work. For
the work is part of the thoughts of your
friend; SO you love It!
Love is demanding and claiming and In
sistent. Friendship is all kindness-it
makes the world glorious with kindness.
What color you see when you walk with
a friendl You see that the gray sky is
brilliant and shimmering; you see that
the smoke has warm browns and is mar
velously sculptured-the air becomes iri-
descent. You SEQ the gold In brown hair.
Light foods everything.
When you walk to church with a friend
you know that life can give you nothing
richer. You pray that there will be no
change In anything forever
What an adorable thing IL is to dis
cover little foible In your friend. bit
of vanity that gives you one thing more
about her to adore! On a cold morning
she will perhaps walk to church with you
without her furs, and she will blush and
return an evasive answer when you ask
her why she does not wear them. You
will say no more, because you understand
She looks beautiful in her furs you love
their darkness against her cheek; but you
comprehend that they conceal the lowell
ness of her throat and the fine line of her
chin, and that she also has comprehend
ed this, and, wishing TO look still more
bewitching, discards her furs at the risk
of taking cold. So you hold your peace.
and try to look as II you had not thought
II out.
1t does not account for the absence of the
muff. All, well. there must always be a
mystery somewhere! Mystery is a part OF
enchantment.
Manual labor Is best. Your heart can
sing and your mind can dream while your
hands are working. You could not have q
singing heart and dreaming mind all
day II you had to scheme out dollars. or
IL you had to add columns of figures.
Those things take your attention. You
cannot be thinking Of your friend while
you write letters beginning, yours of the
18th inst received and contents duly
noted" But to work with your hands all
day, thinking and singing. and then, az
ter nightfall. to hear the ineffable kind
ness of your friends greeting-always
therefor you'll Who would wake from
such a dream as this?
Dawn and the sea-music In moonlit
Observation-Disclosures serenading through
almond groves in bloom-what could bring
such things into the city's turmoil? Yet
they are here. and roses blossom in the
SCOT. That is what 1t means not to be
alone! That Is what q friend gives YOU,