The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1920-01-16

you have them you'll no longer be
afraid Of thought in itself. and when
you are freed of that fear you will
find that sincerity ceases TO be con-
versatlOnal bad taste. 1t becomes
rather a weapon, the only probe that
can pierce the armOr of individuals
for of course you know that every per
s0nality wears she'll, thick or thin,
close joined or loose"
She turned her eyes and looked him
up and down tieetingly. what else
will your philosophy do for mel" she
asked.
"What else?" he repeated. at will
make you gloriously Independence
duce you to the three elements of con-
tent-health, honor and an inner
fame"
Lets begin with the inner fame"
she suggested. at sounds mystic"
"But it isn't" he replied. Its the
most practical thing in the world Am
bition, Illusion, youth, are a few of its
eommoner appellations, but the one
that comes nearest to imprisoning it in
phrase is, 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
great wrong. If he had spoken as
didaetically about his precious phil
os0phy she would have found herself
at once; but he hadn't. In that point
more than in any other lay the charm
charm? Well, call it charm, anyway,
of this unusual male.
Having thought the matter out with
a view TO hearing him browse some
more, she said, Cant you bring 1t
little nearerT
I'm try" he answered after a pause.
Breath of life is that quality which
holds back a man from marrying for
money and urges another to the de-
sertion Of wife and children because
he's bored, that makes a 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. In short it's
the perpetual vigilance of self at the
apparent risk of the SOUL"
sort OF sublimated egoism," re-
marked Andrea.
"Selfshness, you mean2" He shook
his head. "It's not even on that plane;
it's so much over it that selfishness as
quality is merely one of the pebbles
on the beach below it that the sea has
been grinding down to uniform char
acteristics for hundred years. Alive.
it's flame; dead, 1t doesn't even leave
corpse"
Andrea yawned. snow honor" she
said.
won't you talk a little?" said the
man. Defining is a great game and
don't want to hog all the fun. Speak
for your class. What's honorT
Andrea thought for a minute; then
she smiled. with women, it's keeping
anywhere this side of the Rubicon
She paused.
"And with menu" he urged.
with men it's the art c. not get
ting caught"
"Capital!" he exclaimed.
"Yes,' she murmured. 81 thought
you would like those answers" He
stared at her, but she kept her face
innocent of malice. "Now tell me
what honor really Is"
II believe you could have told me-"
he answered, "except for the fact that
your exceptionally good taste bars
sincerity. It's what is left of morality
when you're sure no one is looking"
Andrea stified another yawn. "Some
of the things you say" she gasped,
"are almost clever enough for a book
to read in bed"
Il beg your pardon. I'm sorry" said
the man and clapped his hands loudly.
A bundle under the tree, wrapped up
head and all in blanket, resolved it.
self into Bathtub rubbing sleep out of
his eyes; arose, seized a rope on a
pulley and hauled. The circular mos
quito net rolled up from about the
table.
"Will you go to your room and tell
me If you have everything?" asked the
man. Everything necessary. / mean"