Capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1919-1980, 1922-06-17
XOve's s~$~S
IL Masquerade
a East Ripening Rriendship
By Idah McGlone aibson

sage from the air. Was 1t coinci
dence that the distant voice wa
Isinging This is the End of
Perfect Day"
I had followed and throwing
his arm loosely across my should
ers ne stod listening to the musi
as IL in all the world he had no
thing else to think of, nothing
else to do.
DO you know, Dr. George, it die
4 OF seem incongruous that L should
be standing there with a man ]
had seen only once before with
hts arm familiarly about my
shoulders. 1t seemed as though ]
had always known him, always
loved him. l had never had any
doubts OF that from the first. you
know.
And the song seemed to voice
only the truth when its melody
died away with:
When the sun goes down In a
flaming ray
And the dear friends have to
part"
and he drew me to him and kiss
de me.
1T was not the end of a perfect
day, however, for the end proved
to be comedy instead of a love
lyric
AT the last we had to hurry
to the car and drove him to the
house Of his relative. 1 told him
that l would drive down a little
way and then turn back to meet
him.
When 1 came back, however, he
was nowhere to be seen. | drove
block or two in the other way.
No Harryl 1 began to hope that
he would not make the train, for,
you see. having realized his ir-
responsibility in regard to time
ltdid not occur to me that he was
quite as apt to make time run
forward In leaps and bounds when
he personally was hurried as to
make in linger and crawl when
he wished to stay.
After a long patrol of the street
In front Of that house l seemed
to find the first grain of common
sense that had been in my head
all day and | understood that he
had probably come out Of the
house early and not finding me,
he had caught a passing taxi for
the railroad station.
When this idea became settled
In my mind, I went back home
smiling over the real end Of my
perfect day.
My farewell had been a series
of driving up and down before a |
house in which were only perfect
strangers.
The next day I sent Harry a
wire. "Glad you made your train,
'ven though might still be wait
ma at the church. Good wishes
md hopes that you will come
gain"
received my answer in a night
etter: Where in the world were
rou? Sorry, but really had to make
hat train, for l had to be home
as 1t was the anniver-
ary of my marriage. Your wire
vas most welcome, as it shows me
hat 1 am right when all to my,
elf I call you, The Woman Who
Understands"
up to this time had never
hought about Harry except in his
elation to me. Hon estly, I was
ever worrying about what he was
Ding when he was away from
ne, could not even picture him
s smiling at anyone else and even
Then / received this wire about
is wife, 1t did not particularly
fleet me. II
For the first time, however, {
what his thoughts might '
e while he might be calling upl s
of other anniversaries :
} his wife.
Having that sense of humor in
'hich women are supposed to be
Efficient, smiled but 1 did not
link much about it. / too, was
lst drifting and l determined not
, think mEfersbtsarP s, k one
look ahead. 1 seemed to be In
Ia place that one sometimes
nds ones self between waking
nd sleeping, where the only
fought is. 81 must not, I will
Dt wake up"
Perhaps, DR.. George, that was
lie time that l should have
avn back, but, don't you see,
lat If l had l would not have
lly killed everything that was
beautiful, but l would have stiff
d also my power to write those
ories which Harry wanted" r
You are right, Milt," inter III
pied Clavering. your heroine II
gins tobe human and / begin III
have a great sympathy for her." III
Go on" said Davis, somewhat III
patiently, lets see what she is II
ing to do" III
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