The Madison journal., 1921-12-31


other friendship she made. som
months later. with the wife Of a youn
engineer who had recently come to tn
mine. Pauline Runyon was fe,
years older than her husband, a hand
some, thin, intense woman, who di
everything In an entirely individua
way She took one of the new littl
bungalows that were being erected II
hed Creek Park" and furnished 4
r1chiy and inappropriately, and estab
ilshed a tea table and a samoyar be
side the open fireplace. Cherry begar
10 Ike better than anything else in the
world the hours spent with Pauline.
Pauline read Browning, Francis
thompson and Pater, and introduced
Cherry to new worlds of thought. She
talked to Cherry of New York. which
she loved, and of the men and women
she had met there. She sometimes
sighed and pushed the bright hair back
from Cherry's young and innocent and
discontented little face, and said ten
deriy: "On the stage, my dear-any-
where. anywhere, you would be a
furore!'
And thinking, in the quiet evenings
.for Martins work kept him later
ana later at the mine-Cherry came
70 see that her marriage had been =
great mistake. She had not been ready
lor marriage. She would sit on the
'ack steps, as the evenings grew cool
r. and watch the exquisite twilight
ade' and the sorrow and beauty of |
lie would wiring her heart.
dream of ease and alteration and |.
eauty came to her. She did not yisu.
iize any special place, any special
own or hour or person. But she saw
er beauty fittingly environed: she saw
ooi rooms, darkened against this blaz.
lg midsummer glare; heard ice clink-
" against glass; the footsteps of at
'ntive maids; the sound of cultivated
'ices, of music and laughter. She
I'd mad these dreams before. but they
ere becoming habitual now. She was
tired-so sick--so bored with her
al me; II was becoming Increasingly
rider and harder for her to live with
artin. She was always In a sun- s
essed state of wanting to break out.
shout at him brszenly: II don't
re II Your coffee is weak! I like n
'ak! l don't care If you don't like
natl dol Stop talking about q
nrseIfi" "
Various little mannerisms of his he. B
seriously to annoy her; a rather n
I'VE symptom, had Cherry but known u
he danced his big fingers on the ID
IDLE OF the sugar spoon at break. 81
I, sitting the sugar over his cereal. SO
nad to turn her eyes resolutelv !"
~ from the sight. He blew his nc
= Folded his handkerchief. and then IN
his nose with 1t firmly left and WI
~ she hated the little performance =,
Z was never altered. He had q Il
tain mental slowness; would blink WI
ler politely and patiently when she cel
ned plans or hopes at bfm: 81
: follow you,f my dearr' This ioe
he her frantic. jus
ne was twenty, undiscinlinad .s POI
,ting. She had no reserves Within
'elf to which she could turn pnn dea
es were hopelessIy had with r,ha yot
her despairs were the dark and ~. ~
iui despairs of girlhood, prema- nat
" transferred to gravers matters
artin was quite right in some :.
contentious; girllike che %
modic and unsysfemat3c =, "as peol
ekeeping; she had fines Of he;na nea'
'ntentsd and selfish. She ha.ns upol
Dmy and the need for carefuI mar ana
!. Mi.l
October Alfx CHANGED to , ine'
.ong and unusually gossipy let oil ,
Alix had new gown ~ S,ae,. an
dine, and she had suno - tue
noon tea, and had evidsnt,, e'ou'
q In her first venture. Also tha. ues'
'au = mountain climb and en- slaar
were snapshots Peter had taken ond
E UP. ont /,
rry picked up the ,,tt,a ou.
{; there were four or f,va ~ ,,,s 80.
tuuied them with a pang at her js tb'
AK IN loose rough coat. strikI
ner nair blowing In the wind Wall
g peaked crest of Tamalpais be- iostII
'eA,ix busy with lunch boxes rare
summing on the old bridge by excit,
M a wave Of inconsistencies from
oser tne younger sister; life leave,
p.'er. one hated Alix, hated the i
aoose an she hated herself.
anted to be there. in Mill vaI,ar w,,,