The Washington times., 1931-05-29

were concerned! What If she
petted them even more than
she pitied or understood them?
Mother. please, please don't
keep on talking. You've said
that over and over again.
know you think there are as
good fish in the sea as ever
came out of it. You've told me.
What good does that do me if
don't care what is in the sea?
For Gods sake, Mother, please"
Not even such an outbruSt
could puncture the quality Of
Jenny'S compassion.
Hes not worth the nail of
your little finger, much less the
mental anguish you are vast
ing on him."
II know. I know. I know it
all by heart. Only don't keep
on saying it, or I'll go scream
ing mad"
What did Jenny know?
Thank God, Jennifer did not
know what she knew; but just
the same, sitting wrapped in
fur, she Rugged herself with
knowing. What did Jenny
know? She knew the torment
and the ecstasy of Jennifer. be-
cause they were boiling within,
too-every one of these precious
Spring-kiSsed days and nights.
Pangs of Love
Upstairs, since they had not
troubled to open the mems dor
mitory-camp. in a beautiful old
spool bed, Ramon, who had ar
rived a few days before. was
asleep under sheets that she
had personally laid out for him;
under thick silk puffS that she
had personally chosen. There
would be the first two crocuses
of spring on his breakfast tray
that she would journey down to
the edge of the wild blue lake to
pick. What did the older Jenny
know of the encruciating pangs
of love? Inpudent Jennifer, to
assume she knew little.
my darling, you are all un-
nerVed-"
II know I'm your darling.
mother, and that am un-
nerved, but for Gods sake, don't
keep telling me about it,"
my darling, do you know
what a serious nervous break
down you are sure to have
if"
Pretty question. Oh. no I
don't know. I think. instead,
that I am lying in the arms of
my lover-his lips are soft"
"Jennifer!"
"Oh, God, mother, I'm flighty!
I didn't mean that. I loath his
lips"
"Of course you do, darling.
He's a dog. My poor darling!"
I'm a fine darling"
I'm get you well, my sweet.
You're in a trance of infatua-
ton right now. You can't help
it. Mother understands"
Strange words for one Jenny
to be using to another.
Scene after scene Jenny had
lived through with Jennifer
those weeks, walking her
through the woods of wild,
frozen beauty; through stiff
March winds, until their limbs
sagged. Tiring Jennifer. Ex-
hauSting her. Imbuing her with
a sense of nausea for the po-
ton she was craving, until, the
last week of their stay. Jen-
infer was sleeping through en-
tire nights.
Ecstatic nights for Jenny,
wakeful even in her tirednesS,
as she lay there under the
same roof with Ramon
Riding homeward through
the woods that were preening
themselves for outburst, the
something that Jennifer had
pIOIIIIOCQ OCL4ly WdS OCdu "ACAE
in her, began to lift it's head.
Through woods of running
sap she was riding back to the
city that contained Berry! He
would be under a roof that
was no farther from hers on
Fifth Avenue than the lake
had been from the camp.
Berry was at the end Of this
beautiful trail. Would be with
in easy telephone call. Within
messenger call. Berry! Poor
boy!
A BewiIdered Youth
How bewildered he must
have been these weeks, since
that night she had stood him
up as he waited for her in
his car at a spot which she
had appointed at a west-side
gate 70 the park. The letters
She had written him since and
never sent! There was one
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