Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1925-09-27

| nercely. And l don't care. Am /
| such fool that l wouldn't be crying
for the happiness of knowing you are
| in the world,'
We'll" said Miss Wych, II shall
| probably be crying myself at any mo-
| ment. But first of all ! must tell you
a story"
Won't you marry me instead?"
pleaded the young stranger.
Il Will tell you story said Miss
Wych gravely. and she began at once.
II was born" said Miss Wych, "in
which would have been the ugliest
town in the world If there hadn't been
uglier ones all around It. My mother
died when l was quite young, and
when was 10 my father died: but
did not mind being alone half so much
as you might think, because I was
very ambitious. So. with the few
London to try my fortune on the
stage. / had an aunt who was once
| an actress In Birmingham, and that
was why ] thought first of all of the
stage. And people said | was pretty.
In that ugly town there was a boy
who loved me. His name was George,
and he was a clerk I'm an auctioneer's
office. but he wanted TO be a farmer.
When my father died George asked me
| to marry him, but said l couldn't do
that and explained about my ambitions
and how ! would first of all like to
have a try at being something IN the
| world. You see. 1t isn't only grown
| ups who have dreams. Besides, George
was poor, and however would we live
If we did get married?
He came to see me soon after had
settled In London. I told him I was
studying acting at the Academy of
Dramatic Arts, and also | told him
that l loved him. OF course, l
| wouldn't have told him that If he
hadn't asked me. But l thought l
did. I was only 10 and a bit, and he
was so strong and serious, and as
fair as you are dark. and when he
was almost too serious to speak the
| tip of his nose would culver In d
| lovely funny way.
That was the last time | saw
George, but this evening | am TO see
him again. You see, that was on the
LIST of May five years ago. and
George and / swore great oath.
/ George said he was off TO America
! to make his fortune, but that in five
| years TO the day he would be waiting
| for me at the Savoy Hotel at o'clock
| to give me dinner and hear me say
that l would marry him. We chose
| a place like the Savoy Hotel, because,
OF course. George would have made
! iliS toTtuHe ny tHeN. george ADDED
| that he had no ambitions for himself,
| he wouldn't mind being just a farmer,
| but that he would work for me-
| said that was a very good idea, for
men should be ambitious and imperi-
Gus, marching into history with clear
heads and brave thoughts and clean
eyes.
Il said | would keep myself free for
him. ] promised him that just as he
was going away. and you should have
seen how happy his eyes were and
how the tip OF his nose quivered, And
now ] have to see him in a few min
ues' time, and what shall I say to
him?
Il was a failure on the stage 1
am failure even as a girl in a shop.
l am failure in, everything but my
dreams. My childish ambitions have
withered and you would think | had
learnt such a lesson that / wouldn't
have any more. but now 7 have the
largest ambition in the world.
! would like very much to be happy.
| That is why l have been wondering
! all today and for how many days
! what j would say to George this eve
ming. You see. l wasn't really in love
| with him even when / made my prom
! Use. l knew that In my heart even
! then. My promise was just one OF
| those important looking flowers that
| are wrung out Of the soil Of pity. And
my business in life from now onward,
dear stranger, will be to. keep that
| hidden from my husband. But, of
course, I will get used to disenchant-
| ment, just like every one else, and the
| time will come when ] will wonder at
| myself for talking to you like this,
! and the time will come when I, like
| every one else, will die with the sick
heart of one who has never fulfilled
herself And now must go; for 1t is
! close on o'clock"
"Of course" said the lean young
man thoughtfully, "he might. for
some reason we can't tell, not keep
/ his appointment. And them"
And then. and then, and then"
/ sang Miss Wych, but she added grave.
! ly: But oh, he will. George is a good
man and a determined man. Failure
or success. he will be there"
| X
! THE fires burnt low in the west
i They walked toward the gates of
the park. Miss Wych counted four
stars in the sky.
! Love" said the lean young man,
knows every emotion but that Of pa
! tience. Mayn't l come with you, Pa
! mela Wych? Mayn't we go together
| to this George man? Could he do any
! thing but release your
That wouldn't be fair" said Miss
! Wych. That wouldn't be fair a all.
! Oh, yes, George would release me.
| But life is not so easy as that. It's all
/ very nice and easy to talk and dream,
| but aren't there duties, too? l will go
| to George and tell him ] am ready TO
| marry MIN. ] must do that. But may
be he won't want to marry me. And
! them
The clock at the park gates stood at
| 10 minutes to 8 o'clock, and on this
| strange enchanted evening, said Miss
| Wych. she would indulge in the ex
/ travagance of n taxicab. The lean
young man stood by the door and said
! goodbye. and he said also: IF that
! George man isn't there. / shall know.
! Or If that George man isn't worthy Of
your loyalty, l shall know. And l
will come to you again.
If sighed Miss Wych. IF! If the
! world was a garden, and we were but
| terfiies. If the world was a garden;
and God was kind to lovers. Good
bye, goodbye, goodbye
| THERE is an eminent school of
I thought which insists that there
/ is no such thing in this world as
! chance. Therefore. we may take it
that ever since the beginning of crea-
| ton there was appointed one small
! wind to Turk nearby the Nat1onal Cal
lery in Trafalgar Square for the pur
pose of blowing an empty paper bag
under a horses nose.
The horse belonged to a van, and it
was probably bored with the van. 1t
gave kick at the paper bag. 1t
missed the paper bag. ''Woa." cried
the driver of the van. That got on
! the horses nerves, and it bolted.
Two men cried: "Ho. Woa! Oil"
An old man selling newspapers by the
| stems of ST Martin G in I II O. Fields