Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1916-11-19
MAGAZINE SECTION for November 10, 1916

was before you touched me with the magic
wand. That was before | learned that
our individual lives are as brief as the
sparks that fly upward except as we live
them through others; and that then
they are eternal. 1t was within our grasp,
Monte dear, and we trihed with it and
let it go.
No, not you. 1t was | who refused the
gift Some day it will come to you again,
through some other That is what | tell
myself over and over again. In time, as
you wander about, you will find some one
who will hold out her arms, and you will
come. She will give you all she has,-all
honest women will do that,-but it will
not be all would have given. You may
think so, and so be happy; but it will not
be true. l shall always know.
I'm getting wild. | must stop. My
head is spinning Soon it will be dawn,
and am to ride again with Peter to-
morrow. told you | would ride every
fair day with him, and am hoping it will
rain. But it will not rain. 1t will be clear,
and | shall ride with him, as promised,
and | shall kiss him upon his eyes. But
if you were with me
Here and here and here throw them
out into the dark.
Good night, soul of my soul.
nAY by day Peters eyes grew stronger,
because day by day he was thinking
less about himself and more about Mar
jory.
"He needs to get away from himself
the doctors had told Beatrice. "If you
can find something that will occupy his
thoughts, SO that he will quit thinking
about his eyes, you'll double his chances.
She had done that when she found Mar
jory, and now she was more than satisfied
with the result and with herself
The only thing that seemed to her at
all strange was a sudden reluctance on
Peters part to talk to her of Marjory.
But he seemed cheerful enough so that,
after all, this might be only another ia
vorable symptom of his progress. Peter
always had been more or less secretve,
and until his illness neither she nor his
parents knew more than an outline of his
life in New York. Periodically they came
on to visit him for few days, and peri
odically he went home for few days. He
was making name for himself, and they
were very proud of him, and the details
did not matter. Knowing Peter as they
did, it was easy enough to fill them in
Even with Marjory, Peter talked less
and less about himself From his own
ambitions, hopes, and dreams he turned
more and more to hers. Now that he had
succeeded in making her a prisoner. how
ever slender the thread by which he held
her, he seemed intent upon filling in all
the past as fully as possible. Up to GER
tain point that was easy enough She was
willing to talk of her girlhood; of her
father, whom she adored; and even of
Aunt Kitty, who had claimed her young
womanhood. She was even eager 1t
afforded her a safe topic in which she
found relief. 1t gave her an opportunity
also to justify, in fashion, or at least to
explain both to herself and Peter, the
frame of mind that led her up to later
events.
a ran away from you, Peter" she adj
mitted.
81 know" he answered.
"Only it was not so much from you as
from what you stood for, she hurried on.
Il was thinking of myself alone, and of the
present alone. | had been a prisoner so