The Concordia sentinel. (Vidalia, Concordia Parish, La.) 1882-current, 1920-01-17

rather a weapon. the only probe that
can pierce the armOr of individuals.
for of course you know that every per-
sonality wears 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 else?" he repeated. at will
make you glOriOusly independent-re-
duce you to the three elements of con
tent-health, honor and an inner
flame"
Let's begin with the inner flame"
she suggested. at sounds mystic"
But it isn't" he replied. "It's the
most practical thing in the world. AM
bitiOn. illusion, youth. are a few of its
commOner appellations, but the one
that comes nearest to imprisOning IL in
phrase is, breath of life"
Andrea studied him almost impa-
tiently; inwardly she was rebelling
tremendously at finding herself so CON
even at the moment calmly doing her
great wrong. If he had spoken as
didactically about his precious phil
OSophy she would have found herself
at once; but he hadn't. In that point
more than ih 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-
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.
"SelfiShness, you mean" He shook
his head. "It's not even on that plane ;
it's so much over it that selfishness as
a 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 a flame; dead, it doesn't even leave
corpse"
Andrea yawned. snow honor" she
said.
won't you talk a little?" said the
man. Defining is n great game and
l don't want to hog all the fun. Speak
for your class. What's hOnOr?"
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 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 thai
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. "SOmt
of the things you say" she gasped
"are almost clever enough for a booi
to read in bed"
81 beg your pardon. I'm sorry" sale
the man and clapped his hands loudly
A bundle under the tree, wrapped w
head and all in a blanket, resolved it
self into Bathtub rubbing sleep out Of
his eyes; arose, seized a rope on 9
pulley and hauled. The circular mos
quito net rolled up from about the
! table.
'Will you go to your room and tel
me if you have everything" asked the
man. Everything necessary, mean