South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1921-08-08

TIC IN W I'm story
The world as 1 looked out upon It
from my bedroom window this
morning was a mass OF soft green
leaves aecked with heavy sunshine,
I and quivering i'm the light spring
/ breeze. Tie branches were a-thrill
/ with the love calls of countless birds
stirring into consciousness.
1 lay for a long time dreaming
the world stretched so temptingly
| before me. and beckoned I was
! eager-with that eagerness which
| comes with perfect health and men
( tai equilbrium-so scrambled hap
/ PLY out Of bed when my telephone
rang.
Good morning, Miss Social Sec
retary!"
Philip Ames almost sang the
words.
"Oh-I see you like those beauti-
full mornings. tool And are you
really so sure that I'm a social sec
/ retary?" With the sun streaming IN
my window and the soft air gently
moving the laces at my throat and
/ arms, / couldn't keep the lure out
Of my voice.
] I hesitated. Here was the very
thing that I thought I had turned
/ my back on 1t was evident that
I Philip Ames held In his hands the
possibility of my success or failure
M securing the position as his
.ster-in-law's' secretary.
wanted the place. Would re-
lusal be disastrous to my ambition?
And it was such a wonderful sun
I shining OutdoOrs-so doubling the
wisdom of my own way. I told him
90 come in an hour and promised
+ myself that this was positively the
last Of such things.
1t was just 10 O'Clock when, with
a certain vague foreboding. I slid
into the low seat beside Philip Ames
1 was conscious Of the eyes Of my
/ iandlady peering from behind the
! lace curtains as the car pulled away,
and somehow she seemed to typify
/ the world wasn't at all COM
/ Portable.
"A little early for lunch. don't
YOU think? suppose we drive out
u
/ looking little log houses you may
| not have seen, dove cotes you know,
/ with vines and flowers hugging their
rough sides - honeymoon hutsi"
! There WIS a trace Of irony in the
| last
Speeding along, the little car
swung from the main road 10 Ine
winding. lane-like highway known
as River Drive.
Lucky thing. your coming in yes
terday"
"Why?" I asked.
'I needed diversity-oh. don't be
/ offended" This amusement was too
/ genuine to be comfortable; II meant
-er. a baIancer. dNr't you know,
Frankly. it's ike this-too much Of
a woman like Lila isn't good for a
man who has @ wife.
There are just two kinds OF
women from my point OF view
those YOU love and those you don't.
Now those you don't are Ike a
bunch Of cotton flowers. unless you
see them you don't realize they are
about But those you love-why
they're like a mirage in which you
see everything YOU want. and are
never quite near enough TO grasp
and fully possess anything. And.
weu-mirages. you know, have
driven men out of their senses" He
finished with a disturbing. hard little
laugh
'Becaune when they fade. they
are 50 h9pelesS,y gomez" I asked.
And here's nothing but an arid
eft 10 mark the place they
weree"
Il think you're wrong" he ha<
been mulling over my Bit Il philoso-
ply. Anyway. If I were g. woman
I'd rather any day. be the mirage"
And I would rather by the bunch
~ cotton flowers"
Wen - you'll find that - you
aren't"
In tOmorrows News-Times Helga
Screnson tells Of a fateful chat over
a luncheon table with Philip Ames.
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