The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1924-03-20
Kiln

Clavertng stood on his high bal.
cony and looked down upon Madi.
son Square. Spring had come. The
Square looked like an oasis in q
rocky gorge. The trees were GOV.
cred with the tender green's Of the
new BIRTH. and even President Ar.
thur and Roscoe Conkling, less
green than in winter. looked recon.
ciled to their lot. A, few people
were summing themselves on the
benches, many moro were on TOP
Of the buses over on Fifth ave.
nue., and even the hurrying
throngs. preoccupied with Grass
business, seemed to walk with a
lighter step. their heads up, in.
stead Of sullenly defying winds and
sleet. The eight streets that sur.
rounded or debouched into the
Square poured forth continuous
streamsSof figures. constantly aug.
mented by throngs rising out 8
the earth ITSELF There was vivid
color running like ribbons through
the crowds, for it was nearly nine
o'clock and the doors Of Offices and
shops and business houses were
open to women as to men. Over
head yellow sun shone in a pale
fllmy sky and the air was both
warm and sharp. The doves were
circling and settling.
The prize-hghters had taken
their prowess elsewhere. and a cir
Gus had come to Madison Square
Garden. Clavering had heard the
roar Of lions in the night. A fa
different crowd would stand under
the arcade in few hours. but the
peanut vendors would ply their
trade. and little booth for can.
dies and innocuous Juices had been
erected in an alcove in the front
wall, presided over by q plump
pretty blonde. She alternated "jol-,
lying" and selling with quiet inteF
walls Of beading a bag. undisturbed
either by ogling or the hideous
noises Of Twenty.sixth street.
In spite Of his disappointment
two nights before he found It i'm.
possible to feel depressed In that
gay spring sunshine. He did not
believe in tho headache, but she
had written him . charming note
and he supposed that q man must
get accustomed to the caprices
Of women II he intended to liys
with one. And . month from now
they would be in the Dolomites.
and she would Do his. Let her
have her caprices. He had his
own. There were times when he
didn't want to sec her.
Moreover. he was still too jubi
liant over his play to feel depressed
for long over anything the warm
and constantly manifested enthusi.
asm Of his friends. had kept his
spirits from suffering any natural
reaction. Their demand for hib
companionship was almost peremp-
tory. and his thoughts turned to
them as he stood on his balcony
looking down on the waning
throngs: the great stone, buildings
were humming like hives. and hg.
ures were passing busily to and fro
behind the open windows. It %.
tonished him . little. True, It was
his first play and he was very p1p.
ular. But. he had . vague uneasy
idea they were OVERRIDING It. They
talked Of nothing felse: his play.
his brilliant future. his sure place
in. tho crack regiment IL he hung
on; and they insisted that he
must also, express himself at least
once through the medium of tho
novel. The great New York novel
had yet to be written. They fairly.
dinned his gifts into his ears, until
he was almost sick Of them, and
wondered II Mary were not also.
(To Be Continusdl