New-York tribune., 1919-03-02

great crowd upon very busy thoroughfare.
Once he was out in the woods with her
She jumped and ran about, shouted and
sang, until he felt exceedingly embarrassed,
as if ashamed at the lack of respect she
showed toward the trees that scarcely
moved, and toward the impressive forest
stiffness. And soon after he visited the
forest alone. He wished to beg the forests
pardon for the disturbance which he had
brought to it. Yet his eyes could see moth
ing but her before them, running and jump
ing about, and his ears could hear nothing
but her singing and shouting And he
yearned for her presence
And it was for her lively disposition that
he loved her. He was happy that she was
what she was. He marvelled at her as at a
masterpiece. But his love frightened him
like something unnatural and to the deep
longing that he had carried with him from
his childhood days, he added another long
ing, and became more silent than ever
She determined to lven him up to make
him more talkative She began at the
harsher end, and said, just to vex him.
"Your head must be hollow and your
heart empty; you've got nothing to say to
anybody; that's why you're so silent all the
time. person with full head and full
heart simply cannot be quiet
She harped upon that particular subject
but to avail. lie sat with his legs
crossed, smoked one cigarette after the
other, listened and said not a word. At
times it seemed as if he were deaf as we'll
But he heard every word and his heart
felt very heavy Her words insutcd him.
and he thought how wrong she was Why
couldn't she feel how full his soul was?
The expression of his eyes became hard
and he clcnchcd his teeth tightly in his
mouth.
She was quick to notice the alteration Of
his countonanco and Immediately adopted
softer tactics
you surely have n soul. And I know it
is an especially mprcssionnblc soul
Haven't you ever felt necessity to con
hdc to some ono what goes on in your
soul p
"Whnt goes on in a soul can only bc
fclt," he answered.
"Can you feel whnt Is going on in nm
other persons soul ?"
She raised her eyes and looked sharply
at him.
And now he began TO feel that what he
had just said was not true; that IL was
merely an expression Of his with that She
ahould discover what was going on in his
soul. He looked into her eyes and asked
himself why she couldn't SEQ that he loved
her, but ho could not tell what her eyes
were speaking to him. Was she mocking
| him. Did she pity him? What thoughts
lay behind that fair white forehead? What
cleaned forth from the large brown eyes :?
! Did that proud heart beat for him?
And yet he could not agree with her when
she said:
"Anothcr persons soul is deep dark
abyss. Only our tongue casts a ray of
light into the darkness But a silent soul
| dwells in eternal night"
He thought she was teasing him. Was
his soul, then, such a darkness? Did she
not know. then, what kind of person he
was? And do our tongues really cast
ray Of light into the dark abyss Of our
souls? Isn't it really our deeds, rather
than our tongues, that do this? And then
not always. No, despite what she said, "A
person must be felt.
lIc asked her:
"Don't you know me?" "a
After n quick, short glance into his eyes,
she replied:
Like the deep we'll from which we draw
water. know for sure that from 1t I can
get cool, refreshing drink, but it's dark,
deep silence frghtens me-"
The comparison pleased him, and he said
no more He repeated to himself that she
ut least knew certainly that "shc could get
from him cool, refreshing drink" and =