The Washington times., 1931-06-01

my life. -"
His beautiful black eyes could
fill with tears for her.
The death of Avery, whom he
had never seen, had affected
him in a manner strange to
him. He, to whom sickness
was an ugly misdemeanor, felt
strange beauty in Avery's
kind of death. He thought Of
this boy nights, as he lay try
ing to sleep. He had Cied with
the flower of his body in full
bloom.
A Shameful Note
What a strange, a terrible. a
revealing, a shameful note, 1T
was too much"
Too much, when Ramon, who
loved life, was starving. Well,
anyway, starving for the good
things of life. Perhaps this
tragedy was writing on the wall:
Good times ahead.
Curious, slim, greenish woman,
sitting opposite him in the
glamorlesS little tea-shop. Moth.
er of a beautiful boy who had
done a strange, wild thing. Her
grief made her sweet.
Sweetheart, when you cry,
your eyes are like deep pools
filled with sea water that can
not break into surf"
What would I do without
you, Ramon? need things like
that said to me. I'm frightened,
Ramon. Life has showed a
fang at me. Ramon, J was a
good mother to him. You know
that"
"You were too good, Jenny"
"You mean I spoiled"
God has no use for protec-
tion. It leaves Him idle"
you are perfection, Ramon"
II am kissing YOU" he said,
letting his eyes, that were vel
vet to her. lie along her mar
row fretted face.
Ramon, she said, giving
words to a thought that had
Smitten and smitten her, "do
you think it possible - that
some way-somehow-my boy
could have known - about
u.s."
Quite Impossible
That thought. too, had flashed
through his brain.
THAT. Jenny. you know is
impossible"
In a way she did. only the
thought would wedge in.
HE idealized me. He vas
sensitive. That would kill. 80"
''He was too much of a poet.
He would have idealized our
love-"
"You dear! You would see it
that way"
He laid hands over her small
cold ones.
Strange you" he said, con-
fusing her with the strange
aura of the strange death that
hung over her.
"Am 1 strange to you.
Ramona"
"Only in the sense that the
strange is beautiful and full Of
myGery, like a little sea-flower
captured in a bottle"
I'm that sense, Ramon, I
think I was strange to my boy"
Strange. -"
"He must have found life too
too"
TOO exquisite"
TOO exquisite"
Too exquisite. They banded
words, prettily minted ones.
across the table. their glances
ieweled with points of excite
ment.
Exquisite-and Putrid
TOO exquisite on one hand,
Jenny-too putrid on the
other"
He meant Rarick. The
strange, locked sense of her
second-rate loyalty kept her
silent. With his capacity for
reticence at the right moment,
he left the conversation end
abruptly, as at a precipice, fold
ing her once more into the cloak
of his dark-velvet glance.
"It is easy to imagine a death
for love of you, Jenny"
"You are all the strength I
have, Ramon"
He put out his hand again,
Stroking hers, insinuating his
palm beneath her palm.
Ramon, dear. please! Those
people at that table are glanc-
ing at us"
He drew back, stiff, taut,
flushing down into his collar:
and suddenly she, too, flushed
riotously.
'Dearest-of course. I have
not forgotten what you asked in
your note. Here-forgive-"
She felt out timidly for his
offended hand. pressing it, leav.
ing a small, folded five-hun-
dred-dollar bill in it.
A Hard Spot
THE death of Jennifer Rar.
ick's brother has played the
dickens with her." people were
saying in one way or another.
It had played this kind of a
dickens with her, SOLDERING her
in way that made her duN,
most of all to herself.
i've gone dry rot" she said