The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1922-01-29

WIZ 0t pke on any form OF talent otner
than the one In which she was 90 supremeiy
gifted Hers was the great human manu-
.ripts In which, all were free to coilaborate:
more massive and important than any ANA
tsur dabbiins she might accomplish alone. !
And Byron thought TO put his hands and
brains upon hsr-turn her out like a heat
legal document tied with a blue ribbon. Yet
II was plain enough TO see that he was fast
becoming just man that had never written
In her book. An unwilling, collaboration. And
stili, believed that abe loved him-on that
account alone.
Several months passed before heard any.
thing Of them. Then, not by personal letter
or message. Merely one Of those circuitous,
garbled accounts accumulated by continental
drifters. The Mcouades were dramatically
situated in the Swiss mountains. A place
dinicuit Of access. And from what could
gather. the voyazsur who managed to make
the ascent was not 30 frantically welcomed
upon arrival. They were, in each case that
came to my notice. old friends of Angela's
who attempted these visits. They made no
bones about the fact that she was changed
But the exact manner OF the change
couldn't make out. 1T was clear that they
came away empty hearted That her gift Of
rssuscitation- had either rusted or was being
held for another purpose.
I asked about that-whether she was
studying; Or writing. or painting. or what
The answers were 'comicel IN their disparity.
One had her surely drifting into neurss-
thenia. Another said she was perfectly
healthy and looked At enough to raise the
westcott came and sat beside my IRE with
his friendly pipe. and attested:
Sally. there 10 something queer about
mat pair. About Angela, anyway. Byron's
the same old scout-almost the same. I was
there for a week and IT seemed to me that
girl was eating her mind out about some
thins-not her heart: her heart is all right
She hasn't thought . look for any one
but Byron. That's right enough. But the
way she keeps her eye on him makes q fellow
jumpy II did me. And think old Byron's
getting up a funk about It II I'm not mis-
taken.
Then, too, she asked me such a.lot Of
QOo8pOn1 ADOut hoW well L anew ogHOu ~
college: whether he was popular: whether
I had known much about his life subse-
quently: whether 1 didn't think his hsh:-
his struggle. were perfectly superb. She
ended up with some sort Of half allusIon to
his fascination for women. I was irritated.
You know Byron has never looked at any
other woman than Angela. told her 80.
,.tx - tA.. -. b,1 had
struggle to arrive where he wss-that he was
just naturally born horribly clever. And
that az far as knew he had always been
free from the pitfalls Of ordinary man. Ia
fact gave the old boy the clean slate that
he deserves. thought she would be salts.
ned But not ut ali! She looked as IL all wss
lost.
Then she suddenly veered around and.
without saying a word made it clear that she
thought 1 was lying. She even went so far.
py the fastness Of her look, to make m
feel that had been lying: I'll confess she
got me to such an extent that presently let
myself in for some asinine inquiries sbouc
Byron. Absurd bit OF funk. OF course.
nothin. TO 1t. What do you make Of it all
Sally"
Nothing" 1 shrugged, except that
don't think Angela has changed very much"
A few days later 1 hs6 q letter from Byron
1 was surprised to see it postmarked Paris.
We have cosae over here" he said. for
a little chahse Angela has not been doing
well in the mountains. have begged her
to see a doctor. but instead shes having a
round Of viri:ors from one days end to an.
other. As for. myself, I'm well. but rather
longing to get back to work."
laughed a little over Byrons letter, but
might more easily have cried. Poor dear
silly. Couldn't he see!
And then, with only a few posts between.
came a dashirg high spirited page from An
gela- She was having glorious time in
Paris. Clothes. People. Lots Of old friends
In the end. she said, Byron. had gone back to
the Swiss mountains, That he didn't csre
for French cooking.
For the next two months 1 was fairly occu-
pied with my own affairs. A word, now and
then drifted across the water about the
Mcopades, but nothing Of any moment. Az
Christmas time had card from Angela
inscribed with a melancholy verse, evidently
Of her own making, 1 wrote her at once in
acknowledgment. and said that hoped.
soon. flor something more light hearted from
her pen. .
Heaven; knows at what kind of a moment
that note of mine must. have arrived. 1t was
weeks before n MAS Ars~sr~5 Th., .Ao