Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1931-07-24
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I Told of Love !
BY LEETE STONE
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THERB is photograph enlarge
L ment, eight by ten inches, Of q
rather ordinary snow scene hanging
prominently over the mantel of the
coy fireplace In the home Of the
Harmsworths. They are very happy.
They have been married five years
and their love manifests itself in the
quiet, abiding terms that rise from
something much deeper than the spar
kle of mere sentimentallty.
But this photograph enlargement
II tells the story Of a deep affection,
something none too common. The
background is a sweep OF billowing
snow, dotted by great, graceful white
birches and pines. In the central fore
ground Is an enormous old barberry
bush, tufted with snow. and standing
In the middle of semi-circular drive
way, deeply tramped and shoveled out
Most remarkable Of ALL however on
the deep. smooth expanse Of snow,
lying presumably between the front
door of a dwelling house and this
mammoth, snow-clad barberry, there
are little circles scrawled In ink on
the print around a series OF tiny dots
on the snow that, II not explained,
would remain a mystery to the casual
eye. Studying them, one realizes they
are footprints In the snow-hasty,
Joyous footsteps
Why should this particular picture
be so dedicated with ugly inkf And
why should the young Harmsworth
couple stand before It, with the smol-
derlng embers Of fire below, so very
often; stand silently with arms about
each others shoulders. and smile
mysteriously into each others eyes.
Why1
Simply because It stands for recon-
Citation in capital letters-that pic
ture 1t typlfies the depth and forgive
ness of a woman's love and the fight
that any decent man makes to be at
least little worthy Of 1t.
It happened like this: Marjorie
Gailson and Jerry Harmsworth were
true Greenwich Villagers-the type
that works hard and has little to do
with the overwhelming, over-petting
contingent. Jerry had a Job as re-
write man on Newark paper; COM
muted every day on the Hudson tubes,
and almost every night took Marjorie
to dinner, and sometimes to a little
party among friends Of their set aft
erwards. Marjorie was stenogra.
pher, and a good one, In publishing
house. Both workers; both decent peo-
pie; waiting until they could save
enough to marry and swing a little
home-bungalow In the adjacent sub
urbs of Westchester or New Jersey.
So-the break came suddenly. Trou-
BILE between demonstrated by both at
tending different parties one Satur-
day night. This was nothing new.
Often they had done so before; Ann
with some other man; Jerry with an
other girl.
Village gossip is as deadly ms that
Of any small hamlet. The next day
Jerry was told by boy who had at
tended Marjorle's party that she was
petting all over the place with an
erstwhile beau. Some people are
made that way-trouble-m Any
way. It started Jerry off to a bad
finish when he called for Marjorie
the next evening as arranged by tel
ephone.
They parted in the white heat Of
anger which fared up suddenly to the
accompaniment Of bitter words blown
between them-anger not famed so
much from the original point Of query
as from the deadly cumulative power
Of wrath to pile accusation upon accu-
sation until mutual forgiveness fades
beyond ordinary sight.
Marjorie told Jerry she never want
ed to see him again. Jerry told Mar
jorle she was an idiot to think he
would ever try.
Two days after this occurred, Jer-
RVS father, who was living out the
scant years Of a well-earned retire
ment in snow-bound cottage in the
north Of Maine, wired that he was
sick-that he needed his SON. Jerry
went on the State Of Maine Express
that night. Worn and sore at heart
after his quarrel with Marjorie
wanting to phone her and try to make
amends-yet he went without word
to her.
Then, to the tune OF bitter, moan.
ing wind one night a month after his
arrival in Maine, with deep snow beat
ing faint wall on the roof Of the
northern cottage, there came to hin
in his attic room a soft cry from the
driveway:
"Jerryl Oh, JerryI Jerry Harms
worth, Is this where you llve"
Through snow-bound windows thii
cry Of love drlfted up to him. Is Il
any wonder they enlarged the photo
graph. taken next day, Of the barberry
bush where she stood, and that they
marked his galloping footsteps as h
raced out to fold her in his arms
This is the story Of how a woman
came after the man she loved--despit,
difficulties And the story OF a photo
graph enlargement with hasty, joyoui
t.t, H.