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

go away, go away {.
Dear" said the young stranger.
listen to me. You must listen to me.
l am not playing
THEY We're in the park. How they
had come to be in the park Miss
Wych could not imagine. over Ken
sington Gardens the sun was march
ing to eternity with cohort OF clouds
and colors.
NO said the lean young man. Il
am certainly not playing. Miss Wych,
dear. this is not a 'pick-up'-"
IT'S piracy said Miss Wych con-
temptuously.
That's right" said the lean young
man with the eyes Of trouble.
You say you aren't playing" Miss
Wych bitterly complained. but you
are upsettlng me very much. A little
chivalry. sir. would help you to see
how terrified Tam"
II am terrified. too" said the young
stranger. "of this happiness. 1t can't
possibly last. can It? It's too enor-
NOUS"
Miss wych thought: Hes gone
mad"'
IT really don't know why you ask
me-" she painted spitefully. whether
1t can last or not. How should
know? And it's perfectly absurd,
what we are doing. II is perfectly
absurd. l don't know you, you don't
know me. and that's that. Any one
would think we were babies!"
But that's just what l am! For"
said the young stranger, Il am ex
actly one week old"
Miss Wych thought: And he talks
like IT,"
Miss wych said: Really. How in
teresting!"
II am one week DID," the strange.
said. because 1t was exactly one week
ago that ! first saw you. And you
needn't laugh"
I'm not laughing" said Miss Wych.
They were sitting on two chairs in
the park. How they had come to be
sitting on two chairs In the park Miss
Wych could not imagine. The sun
was red In the face with trying to get
to Australia through Kensingtop Gar
dens.
The young stranger said: Now"
His eyes were deep and dark and
shy. and Miss Wych thought: He is
one of those unhappy young men.
There are lot of them about. He is
probably used to burning people with
those eyes Of his. but he won't burn
me-"
The lean young man was saying:
Miss Wych, may I tell you some.
thing most important? love YOU"
That Is what you say" said Miss
Wych. and was surprised at herself.
for she had intended to say some.
thing quite different.
Love-" said Miss Wych severely,
hHr
thrown about Just anyhow. That's
quite apart from It's being cheek"
The lean young mans eyes burnt
angrtly, and he said: Il have been In
torment for a week, and you talk to
me Of cheek
Well. it Is cheek said Miss Wych
sulkily.
NOW because the young strangers
deep dark eyes were whirling
with the trouble that was in him Miss
Wych suddenly thought to close hers
tight. for she did not want to let
herself be sorry for him. She thought:
IF this Is what they call Romance
we'll. oh, dear. give me a nice bus ride
In hurricane. 1t would be much
less uncomfortable"
"One day." the voice was saying.
that shop where you work, and l saw
you, and my life fell down like a tin
soldier with broken leg. That was
a week ago, and since then | haven't
picked 1t up, / haven't known what
to do. I have often heard that
man can go mad with love, but I
did not know before that a man could
go sane with love. All the people In
the world who are not madly in love,
Miss Wych dear, are in some degree
insane, for 1t Is insane not to have a
proper perspective of life, and a
proper perspective OF life is to be
quite certain that the world is we'll
lost for the love of one person. 1t
is insane to work from grubby birth
to grubby death with never an at
tempt to chain q star, with never a
raid on enchantment, with never q
try to kiss a fairy or to live in q
dream. Dear, only dreams make life
real. All of life that is not touched and
troubled by our dreams is not real.
does not exist. l could not have lived
until now If I had not dreamed that
one day j would meet you. l have
worked, have been what Is called
successful, but always ! was under
the spell of a miracle that was to
happen, and when I saw you I knew
that miracle had happened. i just
wanted to tell you that. l believe
In miracles and magic and my love
for you. That is my testament. And
IL 1t Is cheek to say | love you. then
cheek must be as beautiful a thing as
chastity. And now ! Am going
away, for your eyes are closed, and
that must be because my talk OF love
bores you. ! have tried the impossi.
BILE. just TO be certain that nothing is
impossible until one has tried 1t. And
] have learned another thing: l know
now that when l am not looking at
you | shall be blind. when ] am not
listening to you I shall be deaf. and
always I shall find no delight in the
world but In thoughts of you. And
now l will go away"
Miss Wych opened her eyes and
said: Don't go away" That Is all
she said, but 1t was quite enough for
the lean young man. who caught his
breath and threw down his hat and
pinched himself.
Now all the colors in the world and
in the heavens had met over Ken
sington Gardens In a conference to
discuss ways and means for putting
the sun TO sleep, and a few of them
came quickly and lit Miss Wych's face
as she said:
There Is something very silly
about me. 1t has landed me into
lot Of trouble in my time. / always
believe what people say. l believe in
fairies. 1 believe in God. ! believe
that moonlight has a lovely smell I
believe In men,"
Please believe in met said the lean
young man.
But why shouldn't II" cried Miss
Wych with wide eyes. What a funny
world this is, isn't it? We always be-
lieve people straight away when they
say beastly things to US, but we don't
If they say lovely. things"
1--WE will change all that" the
young stranger whispered.
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