The Dolores star., 1916-02-25
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uel Hill, my soul 10 the exact hue
OF tea with lemon in It, shading on
to the color Of jam sandwich"
with . petulant little gesture. Iris
turned from the window out Of which
she had been casing at the slowly
darkening city.
You always spoil my best ideas!"
she said. why can't you reply sym
patheticallyf But you shall have tea.
Of course"
~ she crossed over to seat herself
beside him. he noted the shade that
clouded her eyes. She settled her.
self In her corner Of the sofa and he
leaned over. taking both her hands
in his.
you mustn't b. cross" he said. tsn.
DERBY.
II think you owe It to me to be q
little more-more romantic! No!
That 10 . poor word to express my
meaning. A little more poeticl Why.
you don't even look like an artist any
morei"
Don't II" said he, slowly rising and
regarding himself in mirror opposite.
Iris" said he after . moment of ST.
lent inspection. must fellow really
have long hair In order to be . good
painter, do you think?"
Don't be absurd" she answered:
1T isn't that, of course! But It 10
something deeper. something more I'm
portant. far. Why. II did not see
the lovely things you do with your
brush. could not believe you were
an artist. You never give out your
temperament in any other way. and
am hungry for It,"
For what" he asked. "A lot OF
silly talk about the color of your soul?
Lord! grille, can't you learn to live
those things instead Of talking about
themf Can't you see that they lose
in value II expressed in any but the
highest way? One has to keep ones
mouth shut in order that all the
strength be left for ones hand"
"And apply none Of It to daily lief"
she cried. .U
Live It; don't apply It." he an
swered dryly.
"One grows by expression!" she de-
clared; by expression of every sort.
My fathers friends. lots Of the people
who come here. are living splendidly
inside themselves. and they give It
out. and consequently they are inter.
esting. When became engaged to
you ! thought was going to find the
same eOrt OF intercourse. only intensi-
ned. But you are not what thought
you were, and my soul 10 unsatisned."
Look here. dearest" said he lightly,
don't 90 for me the first day you
get home. It's long while-two en-
tire weeks-since we have been to-
gether, and here we 60. Oh the handle,
nrst thing. Let's cut 1t out, and be
sweet to each other instead. Tell me
about the last couple Of weeks. You're
not very satisfactory correspondent.
you know. What did you do at the
farmr'
II walked, and rode horseback. as
usual" she replied. There was time
for once for me to learn to know my
self; to commune with my inner con.
sciousness. read Swinburne. Do
you know, think his aura must have
been blue. like mine?"
Sam Hill helped himself to a fifth
jam sandwich before replying.
'That must have been great; espe-
cially the riding" he exclaimed. And
that reminds me. Iris, there is won.
derful horse at the Winter garden.
I'll take seats for tomorrow. II you
say 80. You'll like it. I'm sure. There
are some bully acrobats. too
With the air Of q tragedy queen
Miss vanderpool arose and swept to
the center Of the room. her gray gown
coiling about her feet like clouds of
smoke. Very young she looked, and
quite like child dressed up and act
ing play. But, to her own mind, she
was q woman hurt In her sensitive
soul Withal, she had certain dig
nifty despite her youth. consequent,
perh8ps. on the position which had
been hers since the death of the
mother she could scarcely remember.
why, what on earth is the matter?'
cried Hill, admiring her immensely
unspeakably. ...... .s....... p. +.
Natter" she cried tragically; you
ask me that! tell you that my soul
Ii hungry-starved! and you retnrt
with an invitation to a music-hall!
It 10 unthinkable! How can you? You
have no sympathy. no understanding
! hate you. There!" &
She turned from him abruptly.
"Iris!" he cried. springing to hel
!, side and putting his arm about her
You must not say such things. 3yoI
silly child. When l leave my work
want to play-just to play like chile
and trained horse amuses me;
frankly and truly, do like 1t. YOU
hardly ever laugh for sheer merri
ment. It's most neurotic, I'm darnet
II 1t isn'ti"
Pm not silly child" cried Iril
hotly. disengaging herself FROM hi
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