Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1917-08-22

arranged to be called respectively
tickle boy Baxter" and cousin Lola
Thus they had broken down the tedi.
Gus formalities Of their first twenty
minutes together.
Don't you think love is sacredT' he
repeated in his deepest tone
"Ess," said Miss Pratt.
81 dor William was emphatic. II
think love is the most sacred thing
there is. don't mean some kinds of
love. mean real love. You take
some people; don't believe they ever
know what real love means. They
talk about it, maybe, but they don't
understand it. Love Is something no
body can understand unless they feel
it, and-and if they don't understand 1t
they don't feel 1t. Don't you think SOP
"Ess."
Love-" William continued, his voice
lifting and thrilling to the great theme
-"love is something nobody can ever
have but one time In their lives, and
If they don't have it then, why, prob'ly
they never will. Now, II man really
loves a girl, why, he'd do anything In
the world she wanted him to. Don't
you think so?'
"Ess. 'deedumsv' said the silvery
voice.
"But If he didn't, then he wouldn't"
said William vehemently. "But when
man really loves girl he will. Now,
you take q man like that and he can
generally do just about anything the
girl he loves wants him to. Say, f'r
instance, she wants him to love her
even more than he does already, or al
most anything like that, and supposin'
she asks him to. Well, he would go
ahead and do it. If they really loved
each other he would"
He paused moment, then in low
cred tone he said, II think real love is
sacred, don't your"
"Ess."
Don't you think love is the most
sacred thing there is-that is. If it's
real love?'
"Ess."
II do" said William warmly. Il
I'm glad you feel like that, because l
think real love is the kind nobody
could have but just once in their lives,
but if it isn't real love, why-why,
most people never have it at all, be-
cause He paused, seeming to seek
for the exact phrase which would ex-
press his meaning. Because the real
love man feels for girl and girl
for man, if they really love each 9TH
Grand, you look at case like that,
of course they would both love each
other or it wouldn't be real love-well,
what say is, if it's real love-well, it's
its sacred, because think that kind
Of love is always sacred. Don't you
think love is sacred if it's the real
thing?'
"Ess.' said Miss Pratt "Do Flopit
again. Be Flopit!"
'Berp- werp! Berp-werp-werp"
And within the library an agonized
man writhed and muttered:
"Word! Word! WORD"-
This hoarse repetition had become
almost continuous. But out on the
porch, that little jasmine scented bow
er in Already where youth cried to
youth and golden heads were haloed
in the moonshine, there fell silence,
not utter silence, for out there an ethe-
real music sounded constantly, un-
heard and forgotten by older ears.
it was William who spoke again.
How he began, and his voice trem-
bled littla-"how-hOw do you-how
do you think of me when Pm not with
your F"..
Think nice-cums," Miss Pratt re-
sponded. "Flopit an me think nice
Gums"
NO." said William; Il mean what
name do you have for me when you're
when you're thinking about me?'
Miss Pratt seemed to be puzzled.
Il mean like this" William explain
ed: "F'r instance, when you first came
| always thought of you as Milady."
'Ess. Boo'fums."
But now l don't" he said Nov l
think Of you by another name when
I'm alone. lit just sort Of came
to me. 1t was about as strange
thing as l ever knew Of. Don't you
think SOP"
"Ess. It w dest VERDI she an
swered. "What are dat pity names?"
Il called you," said William huskily
and reverently-"I called you My Baby
Talk Lady"
Bang!
They were startled by crash from
within the library. A heavy weight
seemed to have fallen, or to have been
hurled, considerable distance. Step
ping to the window. William beheld
large volume lying in distorted atti-
tude at the foot Of the wall opposite
to that in which the reading lamp was
a fixture. Mr.. Parcher had given up
and was now Fastening to his bed in
the last faint hope Of saving his rea-
son.
William gazed upon the fallen Plu-
tarch. "Somebody must a. thrown 1t
at bug or something, guess" Then
second explosion sent its reverbera.
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