The Washington times., 1924-02-02

her fingers smoothing lightly his
eyebrows.
"But il we could, would you
like it?"
''It's my own idea of q world
as a first-class magacian would
have made it. Never read you the
great epic of life, did I? Well, it's
good! wrote 1t when 7 was a
junior at college, and called 1t
The Genesis OF Morality Some
namer'
Explain to your stupid lover
ess. / take it, however, you diff
fer with the, accepted theory: You.
don't believe it was the biting Of
the apple that brought good and
: evil to- poor Eve and all her lonely
chillen?,'
I'm my world there is neither
good nor evil. Only beauty. What
ever is beautiful is right"
I'D like to live there"
you'll have to wait a hundred
centuries until we outgrow this
habit Of grating consequences to-.
our deeds, and then yanking up,
the deed that was In, itself right
and declaring 1t wrong. Oh, !
could make you a world fit for
men to live in"
"And us poor wimmin? How
should we fare?"
ION lover
IA mans world again! / sup
pose we should be the sweet now-
ers for We to pluck?"
'Ah--sweet to wither so! Not
true, frail?"
''Yes! Most sweet If we'd wither
all in a moment and vanish. But
it's horrible to fade slowly with
petals falling one by one and
young fresh buds coming into
bloom on the very same stalk even
as we die. Huh? What say to
that?"
"Say 1t not. Never think Of
things like that in moments such
as this" He drew her head down.
holding the delicate face and
laughing into her eyes until she
kissed him.
He was buoyant now--ltght-
hearted as the night she had first
met him at the beach; and as that
first week when he came SO gaily
through the alley waiting to meet
her. It made her heart a song
to find him so.
He had no strained reluctance.
AS glad as she was 4. :. given up
joyously to the happy hour. They
loved each other. This alone mat
tered.
II raised Chiclxie above the
world, into this realm Of stipend
ous muAlc. From far off, like
the pip:ngs Of grasshoppers, she
heard occasionally Marys quiet
voice pleading, 'Chiekier think
oh don't take the harder things
"' More distant yet she
heard Janina's warning, "a little
love in a beautiful gafden-watch
it flourish: much love on the rock
of poVerty-it dies" The sweep
ing chords ran their melody over
the faint echoes. She wanted
it SO!
She said absently: Years aren't
SO long, Barry"
Looking down at the young
vitality Of his face with its clean
hair line. the strong. sweet mouth,
she said impetuously: Indeed Mr..
Red, I think I'd rather wait seven
lean years for you than marry
ten kings tomorrow"
Say that again in different
words, sweet one. Pour it first
into this ear and now in the
other"
How about you, Barry? Me
or ten queens-which?"
Don't tempt me, girl! Ten
queens IL they We're all like .youI"
Would you have love enough
for ten times me? I'm a great
glutton, If you must know"
/"Ten times ten and then some
to spare"
Nor She covered his face
with her hands. Don't look so.
Here, you kiss my finger right
there" She gave him her left
hand, pressing the fourth finger
against his lips and laughing.
DO you know what you've done,
sir?"
She held out the hand: isn't it
beautiful? So stunning that only
I can see.,' 4
He watched amused: What . is
"A seal on my finger. See it?
Never mind. / do"
She leaned back against the
tree and sighed because bird
winged upward with such beauty
to! the sky; because the branches
OF the eucalyptus on this hill Of
theirs swayed in such wistful
rhythm. She said absently:
Barry do you like bungalows?"
"Whyfor the architecture?"
Answer anyway"
Yes-neXt to palaces"
81. like them better IL they have
garden with a white Lady
Banksia climbing over an arched
gateway. Wouldn't that be like a
welcome to-. people coming to
visit? Not flats like Mary's or
apartments?"
why not an airship, fair
dreamer? That will take us more
swiftly"
Are you so impatient, Barry?"
Yes. never could understand
this waiting on the pleasure or
the luck of the future when we
have the present in our hands.
It's reckless, suppose, but
think this existing order Is only
adapted for the comfort and hap
piness OF the old and the half
dead. It's not made for us! Who
was that Frenchman--Anato
France? who said we should be
born old and grow young. He
had the goods!"
He talked rapidly, his hand
reaching up and pulling her hair
free until 1t stood out like q
golden nimbus and the soft ends
of it fell on his face He lauphad.
Il love your hair, Chickie, and
your pretty eyes"
And my fair hands and NV
crooked teeth2"
II love you now--this mo.
ment." He drew the hair, wind
ing It about his fists, forcing