The Washington herald., 1917-02-09

Not long ago read bit from Cicero,
! just one OF those little vagrant selections
one hnds at random in the newspapers. IT
told how Nature ruled the heart and its
emouons, now we humans were swayeo
into the great primitive ways of JOY and
erief, love and hate. once we found our
! selves free from convention, out In the
wilderness, alone with Mother Nature.
And on the same day received a let
ter from girl friend playing in one OF
our western companies. 1t fairly bub-
bied over with radiant happiness. You
caught the thrill of her Joy in every line.
Yet only two months ago this same girl
had lunched with me. and l had left
genuinely sorry to find her bored already.
even with success. Now she wrote:
Il know you can't understand what this
| means to me, but out in these wonderful
| mountains love has come to me, and in
| stead of being the mincing, masked
Harlequin OF the city, Mary, 1t is the
very angel Of life.
Tho strangest part Is that had known
Tom for several years; that is, we had
| met casually, among mutual friends,
whenever we both happened to be in
New York at the same time. He had
| seemed just a nice sort of boy to me,
| and / am sure I had not attracted him
| specially, but since we met up here in
learned what love and real matehood
! mean. Yes, even that, for we rode on
horseback two days ago miles down into
| the valley and found the 'parson.' You
| see, up here one loses all superficiality.
the veneer of convention and custom. Day
| by day 1t all slips off your shoulders.
4 II isn't the romance OF the part you are
acting before the camera, although we
are sweethearts in that. too, but II
IFFNFI Iot hn
from modern life as we have known
it. and finding ourselves on a noun
tain with a playmate. Love should
be playmate. We put him into long
trousers too soon. and make him be-
have. oh, l am having such a glori-
Gus time. We are camping out to-
gether just at the head of the gorge
Honeymoon Glen, the company have
named it. / am enclosing some
snaps"
The little kodak pictures showed
her with her hair in a long braid
whipping a mountain brook for trout
bare legged, laughing, looking about
: fourteen. l glanced at her latest
press photograph over on my desk, q
lovely girl face, rounded bare shoul-
ders, dropping wistful mouth, all well
posed for effect And l laughed to
myself. Dan Cupid had surely perched
OH the camera mans shoulder up In
the mountains.
| I wonder what this magic spell is
that has caught so many OF our we'll
known stars when they have gone out
side the artificial circle of stage life
into Natures spaces. Each one has
been complete romance in itself
Miss Farrar and Mr.. Lou-Tellegen
Marie Doro and Elliott Dexter, Tom
Moore and Alice Joyce. and ever SC
many others. And these are only
counting the stars. 1 know of one
picture that was taken up at Delaware
Water Gap last spring, and before the
five weeks had passed, no less than
ten couples came back TO New York
engaged. and one of the men was the
director. When location can ever
soften a directors heart, Nature has
accomplished a miracle
During the winter. another girl
knew who had been through the mar.
riage bond once and had been most
unhappy. laughed when told her tc