Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1920-01-23

rather a weapon. the only probe that
can pierce the armor of individuals,
for of course you know that every per-
sonaIity wears a shell. thick or thin,
close-joined or loose
She turned her eyes and looked him
up and down fieetingly. what else
will your philosophy do for me?" she
asked.
What elseT" he repeated. at will
make you gloriously independents
duce you to the three elements of con-
tentr-health, honor and an inner
flame.
Let's begin with the inner flame.
she suggested 1T sounds mystic"
"But it isn't" he replied Its the
most practical thing in the world. Am
bition, illusion, youth, are few of its
commoner appellations, but the one
that comes nearest to imprisoning 1t 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
4 great wrong If he had spoken as
didactically about his precious phil
osophy she would have found herself
at once; bur 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 it a
little nearer?"
I'll try" he answered after a pause.
Breath of life is that quality which
holds back man from marrying for
money and urges another to the de-
sertian 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. In short, it's
the perpetual vigilance of self at the
apparent risk Of the SOUL"
"Sort of sublimated egoism," re-
marked Andrea.
"Selfishness, you mean?' He shook
his head. Its not even on that plane;
it's so much over it that seIfishness 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 fame; dead, it doesn't even leave
Il corpse"
Andrea yawned. Now honor" she
said.
Wont you talk a littleY" said the
man. Defining is great game and
don't want to hog all the fun. Speak
for your class. What's honor?"
Andrea thought for minute; then
she smiled. with women, It's keeping
anywhere this side. of the Rubicon."
She paused.
"And with men?' he urged.
with men it's the art of not get
ting caught"
"Capital!" he exclaimed.
EYES," 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"
81 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 stifed another yawn. Some
Of the things you say" she gasped,
"are almost clever enough for a book
to read in bed"
81 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.
''Wnl you go to your room and tell
me if you have everything?" asked the
man. tsEyerything necessary. mean. !"