The Tomahawk. [volume] (White Earth, Becker County, Minn.) 1903-192?, 1917-11-08

sucoeds ~ keeping Lon: Sc with her
feet upon the earth. She has never
had supper here before. Dry biscuits,
hot milk, and a volume of peers are
her relaxation after the theater. she
takes herself too seriously"
81 wonder if I dol" Louise muir
INJURED, as she helped herself to caviar
She was suddenly pensive. Her eyes
seemed to be looking out of the res
taurant. Soplly was exchanging ameni-
ties with a little party of friends at
the next table.
zone must sometimes be serious"
John remarked, cor life would have NO
poise at an."
II have a friend who scolds me-" she
cOnfided. 'Sometimes he almost loses
patience with me. he declares that
my attitude toward life is too analyd-
cal. When happiness comes my way,
Ghrfnk back. keep my emotions In
the background, while my brain works,
dissecting, wondering, specializing. Per
haps what he says is true. believe
that If one gets into the habit Of an
elyzing too much, one loses oil elias
ticity Of emotion, the capacity to recog.
nize and embrace the great things
when they come"
II think you have been right" John
declared earnestly. IF the great things
come as they should come, they are
overwhelming, they will carry you Oh
your feet. You will forget to speculate
and to analyze. Therefore, I think you
have been wise and right to wait. You
have run no risk of having to put up
with the lesser things"
She leaned toward him across the
rose-shaded table. For those few Sec
onds they seemed to have been brought
into wonderfully Intimate communion
of thought. A wave of her hair almost
touched his forehead. His hand boldly
rested upon her fingers.
"You talk" she whispered, "as II we
were back upon your hilltop once
more!"
He turned his head toward the little
orchestra, which was playing low and
tremulOus waltz tune.
II want to believe" he said. that
you can listen to the music here and
yet live upon the hilltops."
"You believe that it is possible1"
Il do indeed,b he assured her. AL
though my heart was almost sick with
loneliness, do not think that should
be here If did not believe it. l have
not come for anything else, 1or any
lesser things, but to find" '
For once his courage failed him. For
once, too, he failed to understand her
expression. She had drawn back lit.
tie, her lips were quivering. Sophy
broke suddenly in upon that moment OF
suspended speech.
II knew how it would bel" she ex-
claimed. II leave you both alone for
less than a minute, and there you sit,
as grave as two owls. ask you, now,
is this the place to wander off into the
clouds? When two people sit looking
at each other as you were doing MINI
ute ago, here in Luigi's, and a supper,
ordered regardless Of expense, on the
table before them, they are either with
out the least sense Of the fitness OF
things, or else"
''Or else what?" Louise asked.
love with each other!" SOphy con-
Guided.
."Perhaps the child is right" Louise
assented tolerantly, taking = peach
from the basket by her side. 'Evident-
~ it is our duty to abandon ourselves
to the frivolity Of the moment. What
shall we do to bring ourselves into ac-
cord with it2 Everybody seems to be
behaving most disgracefully. DO you
think 1t would contribute to the Eayety
Of the evening If were to join In the
chorus of You Made Me Love You,'
and Mr.. Strangewey were to initiate
the young gentleman at the next table
and throw a roll, say, at the portly old
gentleman with the highly polished
shirt-front?"
"You ought to be thankful all your
life that you have met me and that