The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1917-09-06

love. | mean real love. You take
some people; I don't believe they ever
know what real love means. They
talk about II. maybe. but they don't
understand II. Love L. something no
body can understand unless they feel
II, and-and IL they don't understand II
they don't feel 1t. Don't you think soi"
"Ess."
Love-" william continued, his voice
lifting and thrilling to the great theme
-''love Is sc mething nobody can ever
have but ono time In their lives, and
II they don't have 1t 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 sol"
"Ess. deedumsw said the silvery
voice.
But II he didn't, then he wouldn't"
said william vehemently. But when
Q man really loves a girl he will. Now.
you take a man like that and he can
generally do just about anything the
girl he loves wants him to- Say, r.
instance. she wants him to love her
even more than he does already. or al
most anything like that. and supposln'
she asks him to. Well, be would 20
ahead and do It. II they really loved
each other he would"
He paused q moment, then In a low
cred tone he said. IL think real love Is
sacred, don't your
"Ess."
Don't you think love Is the most
sacred thing there is-that is, II It's
real lover
"Ess."
~ do" said william warmly. Il
I'm glad you feel like that, because
think real love - the kind nobody
could have but Just once In their lives,
but II 1t isn't real love, why-why;
most people never have 1t at all, be-
cause lie paused, seeming to seek
for the exact phrase which would ex-
press his meaning. Because the real
love a man feels for a girl and q girl
for a man, II they really love each 9TH
Grand. you look at case like that,
Of course they would both love each
other or 1t wouldn't be real love-well.
what Z say Is, II it's real love-well, It's
its sacred, because think that kind
Of love is always sacred. Don't you
think love 10 sacred IL it's the real
thing?"
"Ess." said Miss Pratt. "Do Flopit
again. Be Flopit!"
ssIlarp- narp uarp. yyarnfv
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 a silence,
not utter silence. for out there an ethe-
real music sounded constantly. un.
heard and forgotten by older ears.
Ii was William who spoke again.
How he began. and his voice trem-
bled a little-"how-hOw do you-how
do you think Of me when I'm not with
your"
Think nice-cums," Miss Pratt re-
sponded. "Flopit an me think nice
Gums"
mo-" said william; Il mean what
name do you have for me when you're
when you're thinking about meY'
Miss Pratt seemed to be puzzled.
II mean like this" william explain
ed: afr instance. when you first came
I always thought Of you as Milady."
"Ess. Boo'fums."
But now I don't" he said. "Now
think Of you by another name when
I'm alone. lit just sort Of came
to me. Ii was about as strange a
thing as I ever knew Of. Don't you
think sol"
"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 a crash from
within the library. A heavy weight
seemed TO have fallen, or to have been
hurled. a considerable distance. Step
ping to the window. William beheld a
large volume lying in a distorted atti-
tude at the foot Of the wall opposite
TO that In which the reading lamp was
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 II
at bug or something. guess" Then
a second explosion sent its reverbera'
lions through the house.
My doodnessr Miss Pratt ex-
claimed.
William laughed reassuringly. "Its
only a door blew shut upstairs" he
said.
Unfortunately for him, Joe Bullitt
now made his appearance. Mr.. Bullitt.
though almost year younger than
either William or Johnnie Watson, was
Of masterful disposition. Moreover,