The daily Alaskan., 1917-09-28

DO it again, iells boy Baxtsrl" "sometimes one way, sometimes the other"
 Williams gravity became more and more profound. Yes, but how can they pretend like that? Don't you think love is a sacred thing, Cousin Lola?"
 Fictitious sisterships, brotherships and cousinships are devices to push things along well known to seventeen and even more advanced ages On the wonderful evening of their first meet ing William and Miss Pratt had coZily arranged to be called respectively tickle boy Baxter and Cousin Lola" Thus they had broken down the tedi- ous formallties of their first twenty minutes together.
 Don't you think love Is sacredr' he repeated in his deepest tone.
 "Ess," said Miss Pratt. "I do" William was emphatic. I think love is the most sacred thing there is. l don't mean some kinds of love. mean real love. You take some people; 1 don't believe they ever know what real love means. They talk about 1t, maybe, but they don't understand it. Love Is something mo- body can understand unless they feel 1t, and-and if they don't understand 1t they don't feel 1t. Don't you think so?"
 "Ess."
 Love" William continued, his voice lifting and thrilling to the great theme -"loye 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, If a man really loves q girl, why, he'd do anything in the world shl wanted him to. Don't you think sOt'
 "Ess. 'deedums| said the silVery voice.
 But if be didn't, then be wouldn't" said William vehemently, But when a man really loves girl he will. Now, you take a man like that and he can generally do just about anything the girl be loves wants him to. Say, fr l 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. We'll, he would go ahead and do 1t. If they really loved each other he would"
 He paused a moment, then in a low cred tone be said, "I think real love is sacred, don't you?'
 "Ess."
 Don't you think love is the most sacred thing there is-that is, If it's real loveT
 "Ess."
 "I do," said William warmly. "L- 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 1t at all, be- cause"- He paused, seeming to seek for the exact phrase which would ex- press his meaning. "BecauSe the real love a man feels for girl and girl for man, If they really love each oth- [ er-and, you look at case like that, of course they would both love each other or 1t wouldn't be real lOve-weu, what I say is, If it's real lOve-wen, its -St's sacred, because think that kind of love is always sacred. Don't you think love Is sacred If It's the real 1 thlng?"
 "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! W0rdl WORD"-
 This hoarse repetition had become almost continuous. But out on the porch, that little jasmine scented bow CT 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 a little-"how-how do you-hOw do you think of me when I'm not with youT
 Think nice-cums," Miss Pratt Ie' sponded. "Flopit an me thiRk nice- cums."
 "No," said William; q mean what name do you have for me when you're when you're. thinking about meT
 Miss Pratt seemed to be puzzled.