Capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1919-1980, 1921-03-08


lift one arm and beckon him.
"Am l a Fido?" he asked him
self. Damn it, I believe l am. "
And he started leisurely down hill
When he joined her where she
stood waiting, her brown eyes
avoided his glance and the color
in her cheeks grew brighter.
IF you believe" she said, that
my mind controls my heart, why
don't you make it an intellectual
argument with me? Why not ap-
peal to my reason? Because
I am intelligent enough to be
open to conviction-if your logic
proves sounder than-mine."
81 can't make love to you logic
ally. Love doesn't admit of it."
Love is logical-or it's piffle!'
Il don't know how to make in
tellectual love"
You'd better learn
Gould you give me a tlp?" he
asked timidly.
Then Helen threw back her pret
ty head and began to laugh with
that irresponsible, unfeigned, full
throated and human laughter that
characterized the primitive girl
when her naive sense of humor
was stirred to response by her
lover of the cave.
For Helen had caught a glimpse
of this modern young caveman's
intellectual brutality and bad tenn
per for the first time in her life,
and it was vital revelation to the
girl.
He had whacked her, verbally
violently, until, in her infuriated
astonishment, it was made plain
to her that there was much more
to him than she had ever reckon
ed with. He had hurt her pride,
he had banged her
character about without mercy
handled her with disdainful
vigor and virility that opened her
brown eyes to a new
vision and a new Interpretation of
man.
Phil" she murmured, "do you
realize that you were positively
common in what you said to me
up on that hill?"
IT know I was"
"You told me" a slight shud-
der passed over her and he felt
it in the shoulder that touched
told me that you-you
were fed upr"
~ was!"
nd you, a poet-a man an
A st divine facility of language
Sure" he said, grinning; I'm
artist enough to know the value
Of vulgarity. 1t gives a wonderful
punch, Helen-once in a lifetime"
"Oh, Phil! You horrify me, I
1idn't understand that you are
lust plain, everyday, bad-tem-
oered. brutal, selfish and violent
nam
Dearest, I am! And thank
iod you are woman enough to
tand for it. Are your"
They had reached the house and |
we're standing on the porch now. |
Ter hands restlessly twisting in
lis sunbrowned grasp. her pretty |
Iead averted, refusing to meet his
yes.
"Are you?" he repeated sternly,
Am l, what? oh, Phil, you hurt |
ne-my ring hurt"
Then don't twist your fingers.
md answer me; are you woman
nough to stand for the sort or
veryday human man that you say
am? Are you?''
She said something under her
reath.
did you say yes?" he denand-
d.
She nodded, not looking at him.
Before he could kiss her she
lid out of his grasp with a low
of warning, and, look
lg around, he heheld the Belters,
rm-in arm, approaching across
he lawn.
"Fido!" he muttered, damn"
md he followed his divinity into
he house.
Chapter XXXH
Helen kept her own council as
1ng as the Belters remained at
Rest, but as soon as they
ad departed she went to Stepha-
MES room and made a clean
reast of it.
What on earth do you suppose
as happened to me, Steve?" she
standing by the day
ed on which Stephanie was
out reading a novel and
bsorbind chocolates.
"What?" asked Stephanie. lift
lg her grey eyes.
well, there's the very deuce 70
ay with Phil Grayson. He isn't