Evening star., 1932-09-01

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" circumstance enabled him to
"A make spectacular entrance.
\ His physical appearance alone
compelled attention, for he was
at least foot 3. Long and lea1 with
a generous crop of bushy hair which he
did not try to Subdue, nor submit to
the BARRIERS untender mercies too often,
he qualified for the popular conception
! of what a poet should look like, though
they rarely come up to expectations, as
in the obliging case of Aubrey. His skin
was swarthy, dark enough to be Span
iSh or Italian, a comparison he reliShed.
His really fine point was his eyes, large
/ and dark, shaded by lasheS that girls
envied.
Jean could not have told why she
was so strangely attracted to him. A
haunting familiarity about the eyes
she thought, clue that eluded her time
and again. Now, she welcomed him
cordially and introduced him to her
guests, troubled by an instinct stronger
than any evidence of the conscious
mind. There were a dozen people pres
ent. and Jean took Aubrey the rounds,
| ending with DR.. Junet. She noted the
| antagonism instantly evidenced by the
younger man. The doctor was thinking
that the boy was probably about IT.
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/ among unobservant people of the "a
years he claimed.
But when he staggered to the spot
| Jean indicated, and began to read his
poems in a musical voice, rich in quail
ity and enunciation. DR.. Junet listened
| closely. Some of the poems were ex-
! cellent.
What was this? Had Jean suddenly
! lost her senses? She rushed across the
room, pell nell, throwing herself upon
the poor Eewildered young man in an
ecstacy of emotion.
Aubrey! Aubrey" she cried. Come
here-cone with me, quick-I must talk
, with you-don't stop to ask questions!
Come. i"
She half dragged the boy after her
and across the hall. rs she crazy?"
Marcia whispered to the doctor, and
followed by him, ran across the living
| room to stop jeans madness, whatever
| 1t was. While the others in the room
turned to each other with speculative
questions on their lips and in their eyes,
In the meantime Jean had gotten
Aubrey into her room and was i'm
pio!1rg Tell me where you were born,
qulck.Who was your mother D..
your father? Oh, tell mel"
say "AldI iS ILLS all aDOut?' aubrey
| asked, suspicious OF tbs madcap girl
can't see that it's any of your af-
lalrS-I don't have to bare my private
life just because you saw fit to give
me hearing before your friends!"
Don't be foolish. Listen you
look like my mother I never
saw her, but have her picture. Oh.
Aubrey, do you suppose you could be
related to me? Please tell mel"
1T sounds fantastic" he said. "I
! don't look like my mother"
rast 49Hr dnose9, eyes I'D don't they? , The
eyes haunted me from the first time 1
saw you"
said. finally his lips dry and his hands
| shaking as he tried to light a ciga-
rette.
Jean flew to her dresser and, digging
In drawer, brought out a photograph
wrapped in tissue paper. Removing
the folds she thrust it into his hands.
Marcia and DR.. Junet watched the
scene. fascinated.
Aubrey stared at it q second, Iust
long enough to identify it. for he pos
sessed the duplicate, and how many of
his poems had been inspired by it he
| could not have told For, like Jean.
ne Ildu loSC tIllS De2utlIul young mOtner
when he was too young to remember
her and idealism had taken the place
of reality.
1T is the same" he said "But who
are you? I never knew I had a sister.
My father never told me-"
I'D only be a half-sister, Aubrey
My mother went away with your faith
er, I suppose Daddy never told
, me the name, but she left me with
him, SO he wouldn't be lonely" Jean
had repeated this so often to herself
and to others when the necessity arose