Capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1919-1980, 1920-06-04

wonderful thing about-shall l say
friendship ?-and that is that there is
really much more happiness in giving
love than there is in receiving 1t.
Much as ] would like to know that
you are well, that you are happy and
that you are thinking little tiny bit
of me occasionally, l would rather
that / would give up the sound of
your voice-of your nearness-than
the wonderful joy of my dreams about
you.
II am out here tonight in Lotus
land, my dear Katherine, all the way
down the Nile. Lotus are in bloom.
The whole river is creamy white with
the blossoms, and the moon turns
them at times to silver and then to
opal as it flirts with them caressingly
from behind the clouds. No one sees
an Egyptian moon anywhere else on
earth except right here-and am
not alone, because you are with me.
More with me than you ever were,
when l was close beside you in that
occidental land of youth and energy.
Tnank the Rates.
II thank the fates every day that
I had spent the. earlier part of my
life in making money-lots of money
because I am afraid, if l were not
able to indulge in my dreams now,
that my business would suffer greatly
/ am smiling at myself, dear, when
think what my friends would say if
they could look down in my heart and
find the trend of my mind these days.
Every one of them would think had
gone mad.
you see have gone thousands of
miles away from you just to find you;
and am enjoying every minute of it
out here alone with you tonight.
"You know 1 can't picture you back
there in the little country club where
first met you, or even walking the
sleepy street which you have so often
described to me as dividing the town
where you were born. Instead l see
you here, sitting beside me, in one
of these queer rattan chairs, with
your exquisite profile outlined against
the moon-lighted sky am. a foolish
sort of creature, am l not? But, hon
estly Katherine, I believe other men
are just as romantic, just as ideal
istic as I am when they find the one
woman and yet some way they are
ashamed to tell it i don't think /
could tell all this to anyone but you
Indeed, l do not think that I could
even tell it to you, / can only write
my dreams, not knowing whether you
to say good night and just sit here
in the moonlight with you beside me.
Football of Fate.
wonder if fate is always tangling
up the threads of other peoples lives
as she does mine? 1t is my destiny,
1t seems, never to get letter from
Karl Shepard, breathing the most
poetic devotion, that l do not receive
one exactly opposite from John Is
fate joking or does she want us fully
to understand the difference between
a husband and lover.
While | had been away special
delivery letter from John--the letter
had gone to meet--had passed me
by and Hannah had received it and
placed it in my room. did not notice
it when first came in, my thoughts
were so taken up with the envelope in
my pocket but now as went to place
Karl Shepard's letter in a drawer II
saw Johns on the top of the. dresser.
1t was in business envelope and
it evidently had been written from an
office in the oil fields for it reeked
with the odor of crude oil, from
greasy smudges upon it. AS tore it
open had feeling of being a spec
tator at a play, so coincidently had
letters from these two men been COM
ing to me lately
(Tomorrow-Band News.)