The Pulaskian., 1920-08-26
STUFF O DREAMS -.--------- -----. By CRAWFORD LUTTRELL.

read again, after a lapse of eighteen years the words that had accompanied fraternity emblem sent her in the faraway days of youth, "As this Star and Crescent binds thousands of hearts together in the United States, so may 1t bind our eternal friendship. M NJ" He had underscored the words "hearts" and "our"
 She had gone back home on a visit and, following the proyerbial rule of rummaging the attic on q rainy day in search of entertainment, had found by chance a packet of oh letters that she thought had been burned before she married and went away. The lit- tie fraternity pin that had graeed her schoolgirl blouses had been fastened through that scrap of paper.
 At the thought, memory turned the 1 tide of time backward and she saw her. self a long-legged big-eyed girl stand- ing timidly at q window in the post office, asking for package. Clare looked through tie little dormer window at the gentle, soaking summer rain. Mechanically she opened
 
 1 Haunting the crimson and black of his l college coors. He had written with the ardent assistance of twenty-one 1 that he could never love anybody else and that her influence would mold his life. She could make of him what she willed. Age had it's compensation, she reflected. She could never blindly trust l again, never be hurt with the sharp blade of disillusionment whose keen edge only time could wholly dull. She l looked at life through the fading eyes of thirty-five. They were too worldly l wise to glimpse visions of such stuff as dreams are made of
 It was when she was passing through the hall below on her way to her room to freshen up bit before dinner that she heard deep, musical voice inquiring for her at the front door. Thinking that 1t was an old time neighbor, she went quickly down stairs.
 She recognized him immediately, ai- though the slimness of youth had given place to the rotundity of middle age. Ills black hair wns thinning Only hIs eyes and his voice were the same.
 "How very much like fairy story this is," she laughed when they were seated in the eandle-lighted old parlor. 'I have been in the attic all the after noon. found some of your old letters there and little yellowed slip of pa per which still bears the pin holes of the fraternity emblem you sent me | long ago."
 'T still have that pin" he said and looked at her without smiling. Tt Is locked in a little black box in my desk"
 She laughed although her lips were not quite steady in her mirth. "It has been so long since those far daNa when we fiirted and pretended to know all about love. Oh. well, rode for n hard fall and the tumble was suffi- ciently painful to guard against anoth- CT one"
 "You aren't bitter?" He leaned for. ward. his disconcerting brown eres never wavering from her face. You wouldn't be you. if you were !''
 "Yon don't believe, surely that this
 
 to know. Milton? She died, ever so l long ago"
 "She couldn't die" he corrected he... and his eyes smiled as they had smiled, warming and waking her healt years before. "Tell me about yourself everything" he urged She twisted the narrow gold bal. on her finger "There is really noIl,- 1 ing to tell. I've had quite an ayeift@s life"
 You married-let me see-how long ago?" he questioned.
 "Fifteen years."
 She was wholly unprepared fer what followed. Glare, I am sure that you and your husband too, will un- derstand what I am about to say to you. It would be foolish not to refer to my love for you--it has played too important a part upon my life. Your abiding faith made me what am, and today stopped off here, in your little home town, to try 10 get your present address in order to write to you and gratefully acknowledge all that have been privileged to tell you"
 "Your wife,
 q told her, before she died, just what I am telling you."
 q hadn't heard. Milton. Pm sorry you must know"
 She wondered what to say to him, and, finding no words. sat silent, clasped tense hands in her lap. He rose to go. "Surely your husband will not mind my pilgrimage here to tell you this, to thank you for the beauti- ful part you have played In the great scheme of things for me. The human equation-no man escapes it or wants to escape it." he amended. T believe my train goes in a short time. I will have to gay good-hY now. although 1