The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1917-08-09

lures rising before him, the one least
blurred being Of himself on horseback,
sweeping between Flopit and a racing
automobile. And then. having restored
the little animal to its mistress, VII.
liam sat carelessly In the saddle Che
had the guardsman's seat while the
perfectly trained steed wheeled about.
forelegs In the air, preparing to go.
But shall I not see you again to thank
you more properly" she cried, plead
ing. "Some other day-perhaps," he
answered and left her In a cloud of
dust.
"Oh, Will-eer-
Thus a shrill voice. to his ears hid
eously different from that other. inter.
rupted and dispersed his visions. Lit
tie Jane, his ten-year-old sister. stood
upon the front porch. the door open
behind her, and In her hand she held
q large slab of bread and butter COW
cred with apple sauce and powdered
sugar. Evidence that she had sam
pied this compound was upon her
cheeks, aud to her brother she was a
repulsive sight.
"will-ee!" she shrilled. Look
GOodg And to emphasize the adjec-
tive she indelicately patted the region
of her body in which she believed her
stomach to be located. There's a slice
for you on the dining room table," she
Informed him joyously.
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out a word to her and, proceeding to
the dining room, laid hands upon the
slice she had mentioned, but declined
to eat II in James company. He was
In an exalted mood, and, though In no
condition Of mind or body would he re-
fuse food of almost any kind. Jane
was an intrusion he could not suffer
at this time.
He carried the reflection to his own
room and. locking the door. sat down
to eat, while, even as he ate, the spell
that was upon him deepened In In
tensity.
"Oh, eyesw he whispered softly In
that cool privacy and shelter from the
world. "Oh, eyes of blue!"
The mirror Of a dressing table sent
him the reflection Of his own eyes,
which also were blue, and he gazed
upon them and upon the rest Of his
image the while he ate his bread and
butter and apple sauce and sugar.
Finally he rose and approached the
dressing table to study himself at
greater advantage.
Beyond doubt he was acting a little
scene of Indifference. Other symbolic
dramas followed, though an invisible
observer might have been puzzled for
a key to some Of them. One, however,
would have proved easily Ineligible.
His expression having altered to look
of pity and contrition, he turned from
the mirror and, walking slowly to a
chair across the room, used his right
hand In a peculiar manner, seeming to
stroke the air at point about ten
inches above the back Of the chair.
There, there, little girl" he said In .
low. gentle voice. II didn't know you
cared"
Then, with a rather abrupt dismissal
Of this theme. he returned to the mir.
ror and, after a questioning scrutiny,
nodded solemnly. forming with his lips
the words. The real thing-the real
thing at lastr'
He meant that, after many limitations
had imposed upon him. Love-the real
thing-had come TO him In the end.
And ma Ia turned aWay he murmured
And even her name-unknownr'
Seating himself at a small writing
table by the window, he proceeded TO
express his personality In something he
considered poem.
Three-quarters OF an hour having
sufficed for Its completion, he solemnly
signed II and then read II several times
In a state OF hushed establishment He
had never dreamed that he could do
anything like this:
ITO Be Continued)