The Birmingham age-herald., 1922-08-01

indite to each other. than in any other
 way remember"
 But. Jim. this is not your love
 story. This is Margaret Earie's and
 Harry Glendening's-"
 well" justified Jim Claveriag, there are many things in their love
 story that come comfoundingly near everyone elses love story"
 Why, of course. old chap" ex- claimed Davis. Tn a surprised tone.
 You certainly did not dream, did you, that there was anything unique about their love story or your love story. or for that matter any ones love story"
 Davis Is right" quietly acquiesce1
 Milton. Listen to what Margaret says:
 Because wanted--oh, how I wanted--to go, and be near Harry.
 took his sophistry about the stories
 as my excuse for going and shutting
 up my apartment. I knew I would want to go back once in a while. I tcok up my residence at one of the
 big hotels in Harry's city not far from the place where his magazine was published
 ".s and then from September until Christmas l was as happy as 1t | Is possible for any mortal to be. l Every morning regularly. between g l and 10, Harry called me. His in- | Quiries apout my health were com monpiace but they seemed like love l lyrics in my ear.
 "'Almost every day we lunched to- gether at my hotel unless we took a luncheon and motored out into the
 wonderful, painted woods.
 "'The brilliant red and glorious | gold of the autumn splendor was mirrored in my heart. Kipling was Harry's favorite novelist. as he is mine. In fact we were both too much | in love with each other to take much interest in the descriptions of sordid emotions which the modern novelist puts on paper for the benefit of prurient minds.
 "I never have read Kipling's without Benefit of Clergy" that l have not wept tears-tears of heart felt pity over that wonderful story of primitive love. And many times Harry's eyes were blurred as he read 1t to me more than once. In fact It was always a part of our rides through the autumn sunshine. "I think-although we would not even confess it to ourselves--we loved the Kipiing story because 1t promised a deathless and beautiful love even without benefit Of clergy. We both loved to dance, and if we could not lunch together, teatime found us usually at one of the hotels where reveled in feeling his caress- ing arms about me as our bodies swayed with the rhythm of the music Always I used to babble on. I never have had so much to say to anyone before nor since. Dear Dr. George. know you do not think of me as a talkative woman, but for Harry my very soul became articu- late.
 There was something in his dear smile that called my heart to my lips and left upon them the whole story of my love even when was voicing the veriest commonplaces. You rest me. dearest" Harry would say to me. T do not think it possible for you to conceive what 1t means to just sit still and hear some one speak your thoughts almost be- fore you are conscious of them. What 1t means to be asked to do anything. Not to feel that owed you some great duty. When we are to- sether. 1t is because we want to be together. and always you make me feel that I might have accomplished d anything had known you earlier" (Copyright. John F. Dille Co.)
 TOMOfr0W--Gleudeu Wife.