The Raymer enterprise., 1920-12-02
CHAPTER !
The Wait

There was q quiet urge In her veins
that took her to John Lexington. II
was gruy.feathercd night In spring,
and she refused to turn back. John
held her hands In his. and could not
accept as real the great beauty OF the
world. lie had been writing verses as
usual when she came 10 his door, and
the gentle lines were as always OF her.
his Mary, his unattnnable. Now the
fame that he loved shOnc forth In her.
She threaded her destiny with his. In
the dim, dusty hallway outside his
door he found her arms about his
neck, and tia, sprngtide evening
fowered In their kiss.
Mary would not 90 back. Her family,
the proper Martins, had estrunged her
when they refused 10 receive the man
of her choice. The fact that his verse
had once appeared in print served only
to whet their disapproval. He could
not make three hundred year that
way. They would have no more of
him. and no further talk. A shining
new and silent electric had been
brought to the porre-cochere, and
iong-desired pearls appeared on her
dressing g-table. These gifts and their
bald object won only storm from
Mary. When she had locked her
ha md had In n
upon the floor to think and resent
the spring twilight had found her, had
touched her cheek and raised her
from the rug. II whispered to her,
md caused again the familiar tumult
In her heart. John, her poet Twl-
light pressed the barb OF desire In her
flesh; her thoughts were bittcr.swect
She admitted to herself that II was
not his writing she wanted, for he
might not be a great poet. She for
got his delicate praise of her eyes,
her lIght-brown hair, her young limbs
All OF that might fade some day. She
loved him the most for their moments
OF silence So while the last robin
OF the day cnroled outside OF her
window. and the soft dusk sank upon
the trees and lawn. she obeyed her
own heart. and went to him.
~ will work." he said. when they
went caily down the stairs OF the
roomlng house.
"You will write, John." she said.
"Yes. and work with my hands. too
for wages can make a song Of It,"
"Where shall we go nowl" she
asked.
Before another sunset they had for
gotten the name OF the sallow minister
who had sanctioned their JOY.
They went to u small Michigan
town. John worked In a stove fac
tory, and came home each night with
grimy face and bruised hands. to
small house that was lit with happ.
ness. Mary was In shining dream.
The world was place Of beauty and
tenderness and passion. Johns day
labor was something to laugh at. He
was strong. and his bench.mates never
suspected him OF writing poetry. With
his beloved he would go downtown
on the summer evenings. carrying a
basket. to buy groceries. They found
delight In simple things In this small
Dowagiac. Michigan. Their cottage
was rndiant with cleanliness. John
grew robust from his work. His pale
blue eyes shown with light from
within. He took lightly the mistakes
that often cost him days wages.
There was enough. To him the uni
verse was overfowing with sunlight.
Tho police came, but went away.
smiling and powerless. Then the old
butler from Mary's house came, and
they kept him overnight. until he for
rot bis errand Of malice. and found
himself gripping the hand Of John
Levington when they parted. The
butler lost his position. and later
Alary's father came. Her mother.
also, but the mother remained In the
railway station. refusing to set eyes