Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-03-01

an air as If misted with champagne They
skirted ravine along narrow ledge but she
wasn't afraid There was Michaers hand a.
her bride and there were Michaels smiling,
reassuring gray eyes.
Somehow they reached summit and be-
held on the other side new panorama, Ike
q promised land, light green and dark green
slopes falling miles to . golden, surf-waShe6
beach.
After luncheon they strolled through a rock
bordered garden until they came to the END
Of the path, and then he took both Of her
hands and said: wen, Eugene? I read your
thoughts you know, and your doubts, too. -
clearly as you read my heart"
THEY looked at each other for long minute
with unguarded eyes and without speech
that revelation Of self which one can never
quite take back. Eugene knew the force of
his longing more poignantly than any declara-
ton would have shown It, and the waves Cd
feeling spreading through her from his fingers
upon hers were the more violent because his
touch remained calm and firm and gentle, with
the gentleness Of strength. Why couldn't she
give way into those arms? So easily he could
have made her, but she knew he wouldn't;
for he knew too much Of the world for that.
Don't make me answer yet, Michael" she
begged him. cit is because of feeling thaS
have not fathomed you, some strange, in
tense part Of you which frightens or fascinates
me and I don't know which," She saw the
hurt which her words gave and impulsively
she released her hands and reached up her
arms to him. Kiss me, Michael, and don't
let me be such fool"
He held her long time and with increasing
tenderness.
ST take you, Eugene, just for now, just as
loan while you search for what you miss
in me-"
II miss nothing IN you, Michael"
''Then you miss it In yourself" he said
Something they thieved you of for years and
years of youth and which you must have back
before you can give me complete self. What
do I mean?" A flare Of curious anger swept
him. "You can call 1t what you like music,
a song in the south wind Manon,' or your
self-created image Of Alexandra Pascal"
They descended among long shadows barely
in time to board the ship before it sailed
Michael told her good night and sent her to
bed rather early. They had danced together
for the first time and afterward they walked
back through the smoking room and out upon
the open deck. Eugene looked away into the
darkness.
I'VE will soon be in Africa
"But whole lot sooner" he said, you'll be
in bed. It's been a sweet day, Eugene but q
hard one. I'm going to join Torres in here for
a drink Good night"
Don't sweethearts hss-good night Mchael?s
Much later she left him. Why did he persist
in talking like that? "You trying very
hard to love me, Eugenie pray you succeed"
Eugene had told Gianina she would undress
herself and she was glad that she could be
alone. She sat down on the bench before her
little white piano, wondering about herself,
trying to put reason IN the place of doubt.
Her hand touched the treble keys and her
fingers unconsciously picked out phrase or
two, until presently she began to play softly.
just for herself.
Yes, there was always that. music. There
were the peace and release of it. One could
talk to ones self with 1t when no words made
sense. Feelings too fragile even for thought