The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1923-12-14

people in the world are fhn ones wiz
have been hungry and the ores who
haven't ! don't mean dieting.
mean against their WILL"
That brought her gaze round to him
a look of clear wonder In her eyes
''Have your" she asked.
II launched him, that wondering
look, into vein of biography which
would have afforded Jennie Macarthur
grin. You'd have to be wonderful
to her all the time, and mysterious,
Jennie had remarked. constructing
that hypothetical wife for him.
1t was the story of ishmael, the son
of Hagar, that he told her-''his hand
against every man and every mans
hand against him." He'd found his
real jungle, he said. In the streets and
alleys. the lumber-camps and the foun-
dry-yards Of civilized society. He'd
never belonged to any union, any or
ganization Of any sort. He'd got most
of his Jobs, back In those years-the
troubled, panicky, early nineties-
working as strike-breaker. He
showed her what It meant to load pig
Iron all day. day being an eternity
Of ten hours; and then, before he
could regain what shelter he called
home, to have to evade, or Outright, the
pickets-to stink along in the shadows.
alert for ambuscades, ready at any mo-
ment to fight or flee for his life.
She said very little while the tale
went On h1yf fbof oxfro f,x,f<Ja oo-~o
Of his told him that she was COM
pletely plastic to It, She didn't look
at him much-sat staring OF into va
cancy; and this permitted his gaze to
feed upon her at will. He devoured
every line and contour of her. He
could see the faint pulse at the base
of her throat; he watched her breathe.
1t was thus, at last, that he lost the
thread of his story and stopped.
She allowed this silence to lie UNI
broken between them for so long that
he was upon the point Of some banal |
apology for having talked so much |
about himself. when at last she spoke.
"Well. bet you're glad 1t all hap
pened, because 1t never beat you down.
You never got meek and resigned, and
you never turned socialist, wanting to
divide everything up, or anything silly
ike that. | suppose you didn't want
IT divided up; you wanted 1t all for
yourself. So you went of to the
Jungle, and made your fortune some
how, and then you came back and
showed them"
/
He didn't correct this chronological
of hers; the picture as
she saw 1t accorded better with her
mood ut wasn't much of a fortune
made down there" he qualified.
'Twenty-seven hundred dollars that
rot for some curios brought out with
ne In bag and sold to a museum"
She frustrated a little touch of
rama he'd prepared, by not asking
I'm what the curios were. She got
to her feet. you'll have
tell me about that next time" she
aid Il know 1t would be like The
.rabian Nights and If l let you get
tarted again, I'll sit here listening all
ay. I've got to drive over to the I
tannards' at Lake Geneva for lunch,
1th John, and expect I'm horribly
tie now Oh, that doesn't matter.1 q
he went on, across his attempt to ex-
ress contrition. HE probably won't
'eak to me all the way, but that'll n
lily give me more time to think about y
re things you've been telling me-"
They were waking now, she setting
very leisureIy pace, down the sIope =
ward the house. >,
What | can't get over" she re- q
arked, us the places you must havo
EN-, the things you must have seenl
re never been IN any place more ex- n
ing than st. Moritz or Paris" :,
We'll, you've got 1t on me-" he said. y
We never been to any of those
aces"
She stopped to stare at him. you
IAN you've never been to Europe at
2" she asked.
de shook his head. Never had CT
ne. I'll get around to II some day.
course"
She laughed. Il was Just thinkins~ ar
explained, "that I'd like to be tbere
zen you do. Like to go along and
DIV 1t to you; see how it-took Won. Sr
(, the galleries and the catbedraI.
such. OF course; but other things. :
:; Longchamps and Henley. and the n
ster week bull-fights In Madrid" y
That's what Sorolla said" he told -
: a
she stopped again to stare. so !.
lar 70,
lie nodded Just what you said
I he'd like to see how l took 1t, the ~
Firing and the Prado and ALL" WI