The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1927-06-15

1 mind that must 20 With yOIl--
that you wouldn't leave me behind
for some other .man-that we
started our SHINING by two and two
and we would end it that way.
Could Kiss Judd Even Now
"If / thought it was anything
as big and as poetic as that-cruel
as it is to mel think | would
fold my arms around you, kiss you,
and call you my love.
Tf l could think that you, hav.
ing loved me enough to kill, SO
that you could have me for your
self forever, still loved me enough
to kill me. too, so that you could
still have me for yourself forever.
though II only in the grave or i'm
some other realm i'm which you
have faith-eVen heIl!-I think l
could smile. Wouldn't IL be no.
mantle, dramatic? Wouldn't it be
tremendous?
"The Hindu women, when their
loved men die, burn themselves on
the funeral pyres of their dead. I
have read that they never vince.
| They just take it with an exalted
| expression, the complete surrender
| of all fleshly feeling to the per-
feet command of the spiritual.
II. Judd, dear, could die like that
for you.
Why Didn't He Kill Her?
II could, if / could make myself
conscious that it was a noble and
fine thing to do.
But they are not going to let
me go that way. They say must
meet my end strapped in an ugly
contraption with wires running to
| it. metal plate on my forehead
and another fastened to the naked
skin of my leg.
why didn't you kill me that
night? You could have. I would
have let you ii you had asked ME
to. Why didn't you kill yourself,
too? That would have been fit
ting finish for us on earth, and we
would have gone together.
why did we have to spoil 1t all
with sordid alibis and clumsy eff.
forts to lie out. with wranglings in
court, with three-ring circus that
the world flocked to and looked at?
why couldn't we have gone out
in blaze of glory. our own way,
not driven to it, manacled. sur.
rounded by guards and executioners,
carrying out in such cold and legal
fashion the consequences of what
we did in such hot and lawless
passion?
Oh, How She Loved Judd!
There is a favorite expression
in the language of golf that always
has kind of had kick in 1t for me.
Follow through" Judd, dear, why
didn't we?
I'VE wouldn't be here now. But,
low that we are here, what do we
want here? What did it gain US to
let down the whole wonderful adj
venture like this, into the muck. to
drag it out for a few miserable
weeks and drag 1t through the dirt
before the eyes Of the world that
doesn't understand 1t and never
really will?
only you and I, Judd, know what
happened-and why. The complete
story has never yet been told; it
never can be. l mean what was be.
hind it all, what was within us, what
motivated US and drove us on, both
knowing we were bent to a tragedy,
but both of US so heedlessly in love
that we didn't care where it took
us or when-as long as it took us
together.
Only you and l, Judd, know how
loved you and how you loved me.
How Little the Public Knows!
The world thinks it was a cheap
affair between cheating married
Long Island blonde and a, travelling
salesman who picked her up in a
restaurant; that it was soaked in
bootleg booze, tuned to dizzy jazz.
sprlnkled with little talks about how
to get rid of a man that was in our
way and have hot time on the in.
Surance.
"Oh, God-Judd. dear, that is what
they think!
How little they know. How lit.
tie they can imagine-or believe
those hand-touches. those eye-flashes,
those lip-meetings, those soul.unions
between US.
They must be fools, or they have
never been close enough to the sub
lime to realize that such things can
be on earth.
If you were thug or a robber
or even a ruffian, what YOU did
would not prove anything. But If IL
made a murderer of the mild. affec.
tiOnate, romantic little lover that
used to coo and cali ME 'MOmmie.
that used to pick. wild flowers witt,
me at the side of the road when we
were off hOneymOOning, it must have
bten something terrific, magnificent
Knows Judd Has a Soul
And 1t was, Judd, dear--it was.
l live the hours, the moments,
over again. l forget where I am
and what am. l throw out as I'M
important all you said and did at
the TRIAL don't think much about
that. l am carried back into our
oeautl1ul past, our sinful but won.
uertul adventure that was so glori.
Gus it had to lead to disaster. An
unhappy world had, to be too zeal.
Gus of such joy to let it last.
But ! wish it could have blazed
out, not flickered out and left the
asnes of this great love cold and
grey, looking like the inevitable
finish of any ordinary joy ride OF
Jaszz'dance between a pair of mar.
ried cheaters.
THAT is why. Judd, dear, I try
to give myself a little consolation
by thinking that possibly, some.
where in that soul know Won have.
Won g0t kIna ha~ a.. - S.m..saf-a--