Evening star., 1928-09-09

L. used to express all manner of
emotions. So much Pats par
- entS had discovered, even be-
fore Pat returned in June from
her freshman year at college.
The house, with the surge of hel
vigorous personality removed. mad
proved a lonesome place after her de,
parture in September, and they mad
fallen. during the Winter, into the
habit of going to the movies. 10 learn
there, inevitably, just how much emo
ton an eyebrow can express. Par
ticaIlarly when it came to things bet
ter left unsald. Such as disdaitl and
boredom
And that was what. Pats father had
In, mind when. of a night IN late JUNE.
he informed Pats mother that ne nau
not realized they were spending Two
thousand a year to transform PaI lnIo
an imitation of a motlon-plcCure
tragedy queen. ..o,.
What has come over her, anyway
he demanded irritably.
rrneV sat on the porch Of the Sum-
naer cottage they had occupied LOT
yesES. .,.,,,,
pats mother normally comely'
recnacilei 45-both her hair and nsr
sense of hurnor remained unboooed-
stirred uneasily.
'Tgs Just a phase" she answered
Neve1fheiess, she was perturb2d her-
se1f More than that. she was dcf1-
nitely worried AS he could NOT pos
sibly be. For he would never ne so
sillv as to think of student suicide IN
connection with Pat She olan
really. herself. And yeti
This afternoon she had happsneT9 T,t,a On
a bit of poetry, perpetrated III Fat 5
f1e,1raansf1i.. Not the vigorous, I'M
net1lolIs sc$4wl that Pat had taken TO
college wity. be-, but the new. aftecteo
encsriaritv siFrs had resorted to recently.
ffs usas to study this. rather than TO
r;,srnver what was written, that jean
EYefer had picked the sheet up ana
read:
"Frou too much love of living,
Eron, hone and fear set free.
We thanK with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no life lives forever.
rfiat dead men. rise up never,
That even the wearles5 river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.
a Summer aao-before Pat had LETT
1or colleue. to return such an utter
cI1a,,ca1inn--her mother would nave let
a. drs0n with a grirnace over It's afrant
r1essir5isrn,, but no second DISTURBING
fhoupilt. As it was. she read II agam
stsurdly apprehensiVe: Pat hao
changed SO much. Gould IL mean
Then Pat had come into tne !oolll. "a
The same Pat of other Summers nl 50 90
,-,os,v wavs, 1.-the and slim, Almost
ts.aafa,- S ts kinaly lovely in gay slip-on
essS scart skirt. Already her orlgnC
Hair was a bit burned, and her lace
revealed the start Of the seasons tan
TSIse same pat. externally. And
Vocal in her likes and dislikes, I'M
rnessional1e. and tempestuous Too cas-
iIv excited, forever being thrilled py
4i1is and that. But, at least, filled Win
an unouenchable zest for lie. 1nae
had been Pat, no longer ago tnan last
Seotember But now
Life" Pats charming countenance,
once so vividly alive, had suggested tnls
June afternoon, "is an mtolefaoie oofe
and burden" ..,..+,o,,
~r theuol,t YOU were of for the after
noon~" Then, conscious of the BIT OF
Yoefrv she; hsld. she had added, "Dio
you-write this?"
pats eyebrows had lifted expresslveiy.
"I2" she had commented scornfuliy.
"r only wish couldi It happens to be
by Swinburne--tl1e best thing ne ever
lean had bitten her lip. 1T sounds
tn me as il he needed sulphur ana
f,1olasses." was what she had ached 10
saw. but she was too wise for that. m
stead, why do you like it so mucn?
Because" Pat had answered, 1t SO
perfectly expresses the futiiity OF hle'
* y y
EEAM had given her daughter a
- startled glance. But that Pat had
missed, Having spoken her mind, she
he'd, turned to 80 upstairs to her room.
At s o'clock of a perfect June after
noon. with the ocean and all outdoors
calling her! Pat who. of other sum-
Yners. had never spent a minute m
doors when she could possibly be out!
what had her year at college done to
her, anyway?
This was her mothers thought as she
sat beside Pats father.
college would change her some,
she ventared. we expected that.
His grunt was as expressive as Pats
eyebrows could have been.
"You and both went to college" ne
reminded her pointedly.
Ths silence that followed was broken
by the ring of the telephone. That
brought Jean to her feet.
ITS probably Wally Durant," she re-
marked He. at least, seems to ap-
prove Pat. Anyway" There she
checked herself
Long -distanca?" came Pats voice
from within. "I'll hold the wire"
A moment, and then, You're in Bos-
toni came Pats voice, excited at least
"Why, how gorgeous! Of course, 1t
would be convenient-an afternoon
4f os10
It. How long can you stay? On
Whom can she be talking to?" nlur-
raured Jean.
The question was Immediately an
Swered by Pat herself.
"Thelnla Ware pf1oned," she an
founced. She's coming here for few
days. Shell be here tomorrow after
noon
"Oh, how nice!" replied Jean, striv-
ing to put enthusiasm into her tone.
This was hard. for she wasn't SC
sure it was going to be an unmitigateo
Thelnaa, but she had heard lot about
her during Pats first months in col
lege. Thelma was a Junior and abso-
Iutely the most miraculous thing.
II can't begin to describe her tc
you Pats ecstatic pen had informed
her parents. But she is tall and very
dark. And she has the most thrillins
voice and wears the most stunning
things. Her folks have loads of none,
and she's been simply everywhere.
"At first I thought her terribl,
cynical. About life, that is. But it i
only because she has read and though
50 much that she sees life clearly
Take even things like love, for instance
When you stop to think, love i
nothing but vanity and selflshness ant
things like that"
They had been amused by that. /
had sounded so like Pat.
she may serve TO steady Pat bit,
Pats mother had commented
They had felt bit fed up with Pat
fT1apsodieS as time went on Wnicl
was probably why Pats father re