Evening star., 1922-08-27

In the tensity the moment devel-
oped the man cried out n'protest:
II want restA NJ want peace: / want
forgetfulness, happiness. All I've
| ever known is hard work and endless
applica making mo-
tions or concentrating on some prob
lem that has taken it's toll of boys
priceless heritage-just boyhood. That
| trip to California last summer. when
l met you for the first time-even that
| was partly business, but it was the
| first great relief from the grind I'd
known for years. You don't under
stand-you can't understand! That
| evening when we rowed up Alamitos
inlet was fairy time"
The girl still stood by the window
staring out into the darkness. Be-
hind her the man picked up a pencil
and began making aimless d4igns on
a pad, while he ran on bitterly:
"Tve lived those moments through
a thousand times-the stars, the vel
vet. purple sky
Suddenly, with a little squarins of
her shoulders, as if she had made up
her mind, the girl turned from the
window.
"well?" she asked
II want 1t all back again-and you!
You were-you are-my Calypso. dear.
Don't blame me, Aggie," he pleaded
brokenly. ut has been SO terrible
since my return-caliing. pleading,
beckoning-and all l saw ahead was
disaster. I couldn't stand it. l can't
stand it now. / can't can't
+ X * =
THE girl bent above him, one hand
= resting on his bowed head. over
her eyes the lids dropped and a faint
tremor passed over her little body. 1t
was as If she were summoning all her
strength for a great, final effort! She
looked down at him then, and in her
gaze was al great sympathy and a
greater pity. Then. bending lower
and ninging one arm across his shoul-
ders, she whispered:
You called me Calypso! Yes
come with me, dear! Our Ionian land
is waiting"
At a quarter before eight that same
evening an agitated man helped a
somewhat disheveled woman aboard
the Montreal express after it pulled
in to the Paris station from Boston.
He had a few moments with her in
the car before the heavy train con-
tinued on its way. Her parting words
were:
Grand Central extraordinarily
a. 0sa II
information kiosk. Right down to
the municipal building. license, an
alderman. After>that-there'll be the
happiness-together
A pressure of hands and they had
parted.
The girl sat in one position in the
seat, staring at her silhouette in the
darkened car window until the train
had nearly reached Sherbrooke. Then
her whole figure shuddered as If she
was emerging from trance.
MaoKane was late at his Office the
following morping-the morning of
that last day. Old Pulver. the book
keeper, came to him as soon as Mac
was ready for business, the company
cheek. book in his hand.
Were getting frightfully short at
the. bank again, Mr.. MacKane," he
declared hesitantly.
'I know" returned the manager
with assumed indifference: Well Ak
it," When the old man had retired
MacKane sat staring at the door.
Poor old 'Pulver! He did more worry
ing over his eighteen hundred than
all >thef rest of the stockholders
Jumped together. And yet, why not?
The young mans Imagination ran
morhidly riot as he visualized the
probable events Of tomorrow. The
sheriff would probably appear some
time during the early forenoon, but
MacKane would be missing. The
young man pictured the stepping of
the machinery. the cessation of all
work in the front office, the-quandary
of the employees who would buzz
around the cashiers window like an
cry hornets because there was no
money to settle their jelly-bean wage
accounts He could see old Amos
moving about In daze, the white
faces Of many stockholders. when the
news reached them-the scandal that
would spread over the town.. the
maeistrom in which the MacKane
woodenwareeC Company would meet its
end!
The PRECEDENT and general manager
= saised troubled X eyes to gaze
through the window beside his desk.
AcroEs sfhe cIuttered facfory ward and