Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1919-11-12
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The heat Of the day had quite passed.
Andrea felt Of her arms. They were
soft and cool. She laid them on the
table and studied them as though she
never had noticed them before. She
was thinking that all her fright had
died away. She was alone with man.
alone by over hundred miles and yet
never had she felt less lonely. more
secure She threw up her head, turned
TO her companion with smile and
Man. Tell NE what your philosophy
viii! co for me If give 1t a tryout."
The nan drew q long breath Of re-
lief. examined the ash OF his cigar and
licked It off. First Of all" he began,
lit will lift fever from you, the fever
of Fastening from one little thing to
another Look back ana tell me If
your memories aren't all stock varie-
ties; / mean don't they all fall into
set and dry classified cions?
II understand" said Andrea. "You
mean they are all chucked into about
six bins like staples at a grocery"
He gave her q look of undisguised
admiration. Il mean exactly that.
My philosophy will give you the secret
OF the happy idle hour. Never again
can a city or great house quite
smother you, for it win be in your
power to sit spellbound, your eyes
fixed ten thousand miles away on &
girGie Of high-peaked huts, or black
women pounding millet, pot-bellied
pickanins at play, q blotch OF bronze
statues taking an hour of from pose
and chanting the news OF the hour"
And an airpIane," added Andrea.
trying to push two surprised huts out
Of the way"
The man made an impatient gesture.
There you CO." he exclaimed, 'pounc-
ing. claws out, on the one persona!
element!'
why" cried Andrea. eyes limo
Gently wide. whats personal about
an airplgneT t
He looked at her grinly and ignored
the trap. TT will give you things to
thilk about" he continued, land when
you have them you'll DO longer be
afraid Of thought in Itself. and when
you are freed of that fear you viii
find that sincerity ceases to be con-
verSat!oual bad taste. 1t becomes
rather weapon, the only probe that
can pierce the armor Of individuals,
for of course you know shat every per-
sonality wears shell, thick or THU,
close-joined or loose"
She turned her eyes and looked him
up and down fleetingly. "What else
will your philosophy DO for ne?' she
asked.
what elseT' he repeated. "It will
make you glorloUsly indepenGent-re-
6uce you to the three elements OF con-
tent--health, honor and an inner
fame"
Lets begin with the inner fame"
she suggested. ut sounds mystic"
''But It isn't" he replied. "It's the
most practical thing in the world. Am
conimoner appellations, but the one
that comes nearest to imprisoning it In
phrase u.s. breath Of life"
Andrea studied him almost impa-
tiently; inwardly she was rebelling
tremendously at finding herself so con-
tinually interested by one who was
even at the moment calmly doing her
a great wrong. If he had spoken as
didactically about his precious phil
osophy she would have found herself
at once; but he hadn't. In that point
more than in any other lay the charm
-charmi Well, cali it charm, anyway,
of this unusual male.
Having thought the matter out with
view to hearing him browse some
more, she said. "Can't you bring it a
little nearerr'
"I'll try" he answered after pause
Breath Of life Is that quality which
holds back man from marrying for
| money and urges another to the de.
ser.ion Of wife and children because
he's bored, that makes preacher leap
from the pricking pinnacle Of dogma
| to the heart Of the Red Light district
and his own destruction. that leads the
king.bull Of the herd to impatient paths
Of lonely meditation. Ii short, iii
the perpetual vigilance Of self at thu
apparent risk Of the soul"
I HSort Of sublimated egoism," re
II ma 1aaTrs. s:. And. Andrea.
"seI6shness, you meanT He shool
his head. tits not even on'that plane
its 20 much over It that self1shness q