Richmond times-dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1914-current, 1922-11-04

underground religion. like the wor-
ship In the Catacombs'
Her eyes had grown wistful when
she answered; 1T is the price We pay
for democracy"
The price we pay is the reign
of social justice in theory. and In
practice the rule OF the Gideon
Nctches Of history. OH admit that
II may Mi work out In tho end. That
is my political creed. you know-,hat
everything and anything may work
out In the end. II l stood slmply
FOR tradition without progress. /
should long ago have been driven
TO the wall"
moment and ye: ann curious to
see what Will become of our expert
mental Governor"
And also The man may have
executive ability. and /, Is possible
that he may give MS an efficient adj
ministra;ion. Rut. OF course It is
merely stepping stone for his In
ordinate greed for power. His van
ity has been infiained by SUCCESS,
and he sccs the Senate, 1t may be
even the presidency. ahead OF him"
Though she smiled there was a
note of earnestncss in her voice
Well. why not? There was once a
rail splitter"
on know. Eu, the rail split
ter was born II President: and IL is
a far cry to circus rider WHO was
not born even n gentleman"
Perhaps. Yet. right or wrong,
hasn't the war stretched iittlc the
safety net ~ our democracy? Isn't
II just possible today that we might
find circus rider who was born II
President too" Then before he
could toss back her questions. he
asked quickly, After all, he d!dn'i
actu@+ty ride, did hep"
Eenham shrugged his shoulders. n
gesture he had acquired in France.
I've heard SO. but | don't know.
They tell queer tales of his early
years. That was before the golden
age OF tho movies, you see; and ]
suspect that the movies rather than
the war introduced the mock heroic
into politics"
II" was stlll standing at her side,
looking down into her appraised eyes
which made him think of brown
velvet. For long pause after
speaking he remained silent. drink
ing In the fragrance Of the room.
the Whispering OF tho flames. and
tho dreamy lovciincss OF Corinna's
~ ~ 'S''''i. ~ titHEt Itu come over
her face. IN the flushed Hight she
looked young and elusive: and II,
seemed 10 him that, beneath the
glowing tissue Of flesh he gazcd
r2"n an understandable beauty OF
spirit
20" YOU know what | was think
ing" he asked presently. "l was
thinking that Ia known all this be-
'orc-thnt I'd been waiting for il al.
ways-thc hTellph, on these splendid
colurs. the smell OF the roses, the
sound az the flames. and the way
YOU looked M at me with that mem
"rI IN your eyes. 1 have been here
before"
y CULVER AZ faint as the shadow OF
flower crossed her face Yes. 7
remember. II is an odd feeling. I
suppose every one has felt IL at
timcs-only each one q: us likes to
think that he is the particular in
stance"
1T is trlte. I know" he said with
smile, but feeling is never very
original. is It? Only thought is new"
But ] would rather have feeling.
wouldn't YOU" she asked In n low
voice. and sat waiting In n lovely at
titudc. prepared without and within.
for the moment that was approach
such things now, she had had too
much experience: but there was an
uncnding interest.
Then il isn't too late?" he asked
quickly; and again after a pause in
which she did not answer: "Corinna,
is It TOO latc?"
For a minute longer she looked up
at him in silence. The glow was
SIN in her eyes: the smile was still
on her lips: ana II seemed to him
Chat she was wrapped in some en-
chantmcnt which wrought not in ac-
tuai life. but in aiicSory-that the
light In which she moved belonged
less to earth ;hau to Eotticclli's
springtimc. Was romance. after all.
ne thought sharply. the only reality?
Gould one never escape IL?
While he looked down on her she
had stirred. as II She were awakins
from dream. or a memory. and
stretched out her hand
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