Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1932-05-20

By RUBY DOUGLAS
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RACIA Collins had an enviable
~ income. And, now that she was
the sole surviving member Of her fam
lily she felt that she had a right 70
live as she pleased. She had always
fitted her tastes to those of the fam
lily and 1t was not until the last two
years that she had begun to be an
individual and express her own per-
sonallty.
Her apartment was not large, but
II was furnished exactly as she had
always dreamed her own home should
be. H9pid 8gg f ssgiua "a
Today, she sat in the big cloth
covered chair beside log fire In her
library. All about her were shelves
Of books. A little autographed vol
ume Of Christopher Morley's lay open
on her lap. She had found a line
that had struck home. Poetry must
be lived before 1t can be either writ
ten or properly understood. And that
is why the enjoyment Of poetry Is
essentially feeling of recognition:
the recognition of something you
thought you had forgotten or were
hardly aware that you had once
noticed"
Gracia's eyes took on glow that
made her very lovely. $50 that is
why have begun to appreciate poetry
Of late. That is why l am secretly
trying to express myself in verse;"
she admitted. II have llved-I I'M
derstand."
Perhaps the thoughts that tumbled
one after another through her mind
as she sat in the solitude Of her own
environment were not too tangible,
even to Gracia herself but when she
finally moved to mend the fire her
spirit was possessed of a strange
inconsistencies.
tits Ridiculous" she said, quickly
switching on light. I'm not home
sick, I'm only lonely. I have all that
I want-all that l have ever wanted
right here" She let her eyes wan
der about the room as If to convince
herself that she was not mistaken. II
need cup Of tea. It Is the damp
ness and the gloom that has put me
into this mood. There, Christopher
Morley, go back to your nook.'' She
tucked the small volume into the va
cant slit on the shelf.
"Music-that's what l want this
afternoon-not literature. I'll have
music with my tea" she adjusted
the dial Of her inconspicuous radio
set in secluded corner.
"Liebestraum," she murmured. "oh,
why is everything possessed to make
me suffer this afternoon2 That is
the one bit of music that hurts, oh,
how 1t hurts me-" And yet she did
not stir. She sat with her head In
her arm on the big chair. Her tea
grew cold. The last haunting strains
of Franz LISTS beautiful dream Of
love died away.
The voice of the announcer brought
her back. She looked at the cup Of
cold tea and at the dying fire. A petu-
"e eNSt v ~ So"e"' ~
mlttahce at the wihdoW. dracia shlV-
cred.
She arose and walked toward the
Telephone. FOR long moment she sat
with her hand on the receiver as II
summoning courage to lift It.
AT last she called number she
seemeu u hno" wen. her manu- was
colu ner iips trehio,eu ciose 70 tne
snss "outlipiece NO answer. sne
"aiteu 10 DC toiu that the party dlu
not reply anu inen she hung up the
feeei'er'
SOUND startled ner' Inc knocker
was Delng gently tapped.
she opened the door, A man with
a roider OF manuscripts STOOD there
Don hubbard
i had JUST called you on the tele-
phone, she sald, Trying TO act cheer-
ruI. Inc smoke from the hre has
maze my eyes 100 tlred TO read and /
was-loneiy"
The man put his cap-he wore a
cap ana tweeds as II he had come from
the country-on chalr
Il nave been writing down at my
sisters bungalow ana somehow, It
seemed as II you were the only one
VINO could help me-" he began.
Gracia mad made the fire bright and
was onerlng him the big seat opposite
her own.
'P0etry But-Don-you never used
to write poetry" she exclaimed after
she had looked at the page he handed
to her.
For an important fraction Of n min.
ME thev looked nj zach other while
understanding dawned IN the evos ~
both "
"SomotImo nj toll Won uho+ have
hoar doina th,s attoruoan ~ a ~
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