The Washington herald., 1922-08-09

He knew I didn't want to talk so
he was quiet all during the ride.
April 21.-Woke up thinking of
Anthony and sure enough he called
and sounded sweet on the phone
So I broke a date for him. Today
feel I'd break anything for him.
including the ten commandments
and my neck. He's coming at 8
and I shall wear pink and look
very fresh and starched-"
She paused here, remembering
that after he had gone that night
she had undressed with the shiver-
ing April air streaming in the win
dows. Yet 1t seemed she had not
felt the cold. warmed by the pro
found banalities burning her heart
The next entry occurred a few
days later:
april al want to marry
Anthony. because husbands are so
often husbands and I must marry
a lover.
There are four general types Of
husbands.
1. Tire husband who always
wants to stay in in the evening.
has no vices and works for a SAL
ary. Totally undesirable!
2. The attavistic master whose
mistress one is, to wait on his
pleasure. This sort always consid-
ers every pretty woman shallow
a sort of peacock with arrested de-
velopment.
9. Next comes the worshipper.
the idolater of his wife and all
that Is his. to the utter oblivion
of everything else. This sort de-
mands an emotional actress for
wife. God, II must be an exertion
to be thought righteous.
4. And Anthony - a temporarily
passionate lover with wisdom
enough to realize when it has flown
and that 1t must hy. And I want
to get married to Anthony.
what grubworms women are to
crawl on their bellies through color
less marriages. Marriage was ere
ated not to be a background but to
need one. Mine Is going to be out
standing. 1t can't. shan't be the set
ting-it's going to be the perform
ance. the live. lovely. glamourous
performance. and the world shall be
the scenery. l refuse to dedicate my
life to posterity. Surely one owes as
much to the current generation as to
ones unwanted children. What a
fate-to grow rotund and unseemly.
to lose my self-love, to think in
terms of milk. oatmeal. nurse, dia-
pers. :. Dear dream children. how
much more beautiful you are. dazzling
little creatures who futter Gall dream
children must futter) on golden.
golden wings
such children. however. poor dear
babies. have little In common with
the welded state.
June Moral question: Was
II wrong to make Bloeckman love
me? Because ! did really make him.
He was almost sweetly sad tonight
How opportune it was that my throat
is swollen plurk together and tears
were easy to muster. But he's just
the past-buried already in my plen-
tiful lavender.
ised not to chew my mouth. Well,
won't. I suppose-but IL he'd only
asked me no 10 eat
Blowing bubbles - that's what
we're doing. Anthony and me. And
and they'll explode and then well
blow more and more. ! guess-bubbles
just as big and just as beautiful, until
all the soap and water is used up"
On this note the diary ended. Her
eyes wandered up the page. over the
June SIS OF 1912. 1910, 1907. The
earliest entry was scrawled in the
plump. bulbous hand of a 16-year-old
sirl-it was the name, Bob Lamar.
and a word she could not decipher.
Then she kEew what IL was-and,
knowing. she found her eyes misty
with tears. There in a graying blur
was the record Of her first kiss. faded
as its intimate afternoon. on a rainy
veranda seven years before. She
seemed to remember something one
OF them had said that day and yet
she could not remember. Her tears
came faster, until she could scarcely
see the page. She was crying, she
told herself because she could re-
member only the rain and the wet
flowers in the yard and the smell Of
the MN