The Bismarck tribune., 1933-08-28

and hing it to Jack. Catching it on
the run he would STUFF it into his
pocket along with his cap. And
with this action it seemed to her
that they flung of circumscribed
life, stufdng it into = small pocket
from which it might very well get
lost. They did not speak Of it. but
she knew by tho shining smile Of
him that he too felt that this was
80. It formed . delicious little secret
between them, drawing them closer
together in . world inhabited only
by themselves. A world Of cloud
hung lights pick e d by reluctant
stars set 1T wide intervals; bounded
on the one hand by the immense
void Of the sea over which ran
sparks Of color like swarms Of fire.
flies flashing their small lanterns,
an endless procession of simmer
ing lights; on the other hand, BY
waving cocoanut palms against
tangle Of exotic verdure; before
them . long road unrolling to the
rhythmic beat Of hoofs, and behind
them the receding gaud and glitter
Of Palm Beach, slumbering in heavy
immobility.
On and on. Like Wild creatures
fleeing, miles on miles, Patricia
setting the pace. Always she was
aware Of . sense Of agonized fight.
Jack, who never sought to check
her, kept 1t her side.
Then sharply she would rein
down to . walk, speechless and
entraneed by the pale-faced day;
the brooding immensity, the prime
val silence, the prodigality, the pro-
fusion, the riotous waste. All the
vibrant sensuous charm Of the
landscape drowned in opalescent
mist, cloistered them.
Relaxing in her saddle she would
turn to Jack, smiling up at him in
grateful sense Of escape from tho
web Of dark thoughts, dark ideas
that stalked her fever-ridden days.
Emotions, like the sm other Of
heavy intangible folds forever
pressing her down among the in
ltrcate roots Of troubling life, would
fall away, casting her up into .
world Of enchantment.
This moment never failed her.
Nor Jacks shining smile, q IL he
too felt like . wanderer come homs.
Lite became IN easy, exciting thing
in which every turn, every new
Vista, every scent, and every sound
from hidden wood creatures, be-
came significant. And she and Jack,
riding through this poignant world,
were Of Ill, most significant.
This whole strange beauty, COM
ing endlessly up to meet them, fall-
ing behind, and still unrollins,
throbbing With soft light, belonged
to them alone in . world apart. He
would point out to her the tight Of
% nightbird, 80 swift in passage that
it was but . streak Of shadow, gone
as one looked. He heard and saw
such . multitude Of things.
Sometimes they talked and talked
- Il they both knew this moment
was but . pause between one
breath and another, having no per-
manency, and that they must hurry
lest the menace Of time step in and
separate them forever, with 90
much left unsaid between them. or
ten they rode along in silence. hav-
ing no need for words. At such
times all life seemed concentrated
in Patricia's beating mind. The ache
Of all desire surEing within her
would glow in startled fulfllment
which was 1T once exciting and
restful. A sighing Of the heart, q
sweet tumult Of the soul and . Ian.
guor Of the desh, would rush over
her, Strengthening out all the snarls
Of life. weaving . timeless spGQ ~
extravagant brilliancies, utterly
peaceful and warming.
At such times Jack was no LONGER
. young man who loved you. and
for whom you felt = deep friend.
ship, even . maternal yearnine and
pity; he was part Of you, the child
part which laughs and dances and
sings and knows nothing Of the
cruel intricacies Of modern living:
that part which looks forward hold
ing out eager hands to the future.
happy and unefraid.
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