The Little River news., 1921-03-12

ot.ike our the, Deglnnlng of the inter- national mix-up, hurl another bound ary mark into November of 1918, and the time left outside of those limits will be found entirely sufficient to the needs of this chronicle Let it further be noted that it is inconceivable that single drop of the kind of blood which flowed in the veins of Mir. Rob- crt Hervey Randolph could ever an- swer to the name of stacker, proof positive in itself that the events herein set forth happened when the War didn't.
 MT. Slim Hervey, chauffeur, was still plunged in reverie when his senses were assailed by a whiff of lilac, mere nuance of perfume, that pro- claimed the approach of Miss Madge Van Teller. He jumped out just in me to throw open the door of his cub for the couple and take the mur 'mured order of MT. Beacher Fremont "All right. Hit it up for Greenwood"
 Luckily for the cabnan's entertain ment, his engine was working in si-
 
 hour gave him almost undisputed right of way so that driving became an automatic adjustment of his course in line with the curb and released his attention to gorge itself at leisure with eaves-dropping. By squirming his shoulders he managed to cock one ear over the top of his high overcoat collar; it was the ear next to the open speaking-slot.
 "What dream of night" said the clear voice of Miss Van Teller "Shall I be traitor to my sex and betray one of its secrets to you?"
 "Please do," murmuBed MT. Tre- mont. From the very tone of his voice one could divine that he had slipped an arm around her and was holding her close.
 "Well, it's this," she continued. 'Women are not conquered by man alone, but by man and atmosphere. We never rush at the precipice; we flutter toward 1t with many stops and pauses. The silliest breezes of im- pulse may carry us on or a puff of unkind aid hold us back. It all really depends on the man imposing his at- mosphere so steadily that the drifting soul of woman forgets it's inborn title to vagrancy and sleepily assumes its enemy's goal"
 "Madge." said MT. Fremont almost earnestly, "you frighten me. I never knew you could talk like that. You frighten me because I have terror of analysed personal relations
 Randolph could hear faint rustling of her robe as though she had nestled to startle you, Beacher," her voice continued, not quite so clear. Into it's tone had crept, hesitatingly, trace of unaccuStOmed emotion. "I was only warning you. Every man can make a world of his arms for one woman not all can hold the illusion to be- yond possession" ''''S 0''''Ff' "I can, if you will only help me" whispered Fremont, and paused as though his own earnestness were talk ing him by surprise.
 T wonder" said Miss Van Tellier. You have played the right game You have never said vulgar thing to me or stopped to the usual hypo- crisies; those are compliments by in ference that have flattered the best that is in me. You have set the play in a high plane that winning, wins all of me; but"
 But what?" asked Fremont.
 But there is danger in the high flight" finished Miss Van Teller. "An air-pocket in your atmosphere and pouf! all is lost-the good in me that you will have missed as we'll as the bad that you could have won by a baser effort"
 "What do you meanT asked Ire mont, no longer making the slightest effort to hide his awakened interest.
 T was thinking" said Miss Van Tel Her, dreamily, "that every woman is group of three individuals. Shall I tell you their names?"
 "Yes," said Fremont.
 "The first" continued the girl, her voice floating from her as though carried on the bosom of her dream. Ifs called Flesh; the second, Spirit, and the third-the third I shall name the Yelled God"
 "Madge!" cried Fremont, and Ran- dOlph, listening with all his ears could almost feel, the clutch on his own arms with which the man had seized the girls, as though to drag her back from her minds far distance.
 "People wonder" she continued, her mood unbroken, "at the wreck of ap- parently perfect marriages and yet it's so simple to any woman that it's amazing that should be the first to display our open secret. Only the complete lover can be secure oe his beloved, Beacher. He who wins her flesh alone leaves her spirit to betray him, and he who wins the spirit alone is in mortal danger of the woman of the flesh."
 "The explanation" said Fremont, whimsically, lis so feminine that it confuses. If you had said that each l.1 AI~x.s