The Washington times., 1934-05-08

you 1EOm running hEOuI1u Bd1Iy
with other fellows as you, being
so young, had a right to do. Now
YOU may not want to step out
carelessly for you aren't much
Of q butterfly nor much of .
rebel for all your bold patter.
IF you had asked me tonight
to wait until you were graduated
just 80 we could chum along a
few months more, I'd have SO
gladly asSented. I was hoping
you'd suggest this. But you
didn't really want me. Even
though you'll be sad and miss
the happy gadding, I think you'll
also be q little relieved. And I
couldn't have been casual, as you
wanted me to be, much longer.
Il think I know where your
heart is, Pippin. hope it's hap
PLY centered. But you won't
marry for q year or two anyway.
So I'm going to write and as
long as you're free, I'm going to
wait. Who knows but some wild
chance may alter your feeling
and you will send for me! Even
though you do this in sadness
and despair, it will come even
tually to shining happiness, I
know. Do you think I'm wishing
you pain, Pippin? No. I'm not.
I'm just seeing you as you sat
there tonight with the mist in
your eyes. Seeing you and loving
you and wanting you. This is the
good-by, Golden Bells. I couldn't
bring myself to say. Have you
read the book and that fourteen
years he waited for her voice to
ring through the dark? Yours,
GREGG"
She saw him as he stood in
the cabin, flushed and his trem-
bling hands on hers; saw him
standing at the rail and waving.
The loneliness she felt.was moth
ing to the blank emptiness his
absence would leave as the pal
lid days wore on. She knew this.
Flavor Gone
Already a wine-like flavor was
gone. Gregg had a tang about
him, q color. Even the reading
of a poem was a thing to make
your pulse jump. And always
with him, you had the feeling
that just around the corner was
mystery: was dark, perplexing
drama.
She had stood at the pier
watching as the old tramp
schooner swung to sea. Some
thing of her youth passing away:
something high and gay and, oh,
so young. She would not sit on a
hilltop with a gruff, dreaming
boy again making the old world
new.
Pippin stood there creasing
the letter and blinking. Life
seemed forlorn; seemed all
ironed out. Few ever seize the
bright adventures Of which they
dream so blithely.
Chickie sat at the lunch table
and looked into the girls now
pale but ardent face. It ap-
peared sad but the eyes were
burning blue and the lips parted
so wistfully.
when you were girl,
mother, did you dream of travel
ling to far, strange places and
having all sorts Of rich, colored
experiences?"
IT wanted all you now crave"
"And you gave it UP. You
swept every golden chance away.
Nearly every one does, isn't that
SOP"
Chickie, reading so much more
than the girl guessed. answered
softly: "Yes-we toss 1t away.
It's not as important. 1nstinc-
lively we know this"
Not as important as what?"
"As love for which all woman
wait"
Pippin flushed and glanced at
her mother with challenge.
Chickie went on. but secretly
smiling: DO you think I've had
such a flat, uninteresting life?"
Biggest Adventure
"Oh no! But then few wom-
en- love and are loved in return
as you are. You might have
waited for this kind Of love and
never have won it. Think of all
the men who love girls who
do not want them and the
girls dreaming Of men who will
never care! At least a person
would have the adventures!"
"But all the really satisfying
adventures, Pippin, all the deep
stirring experiences have the
one setting always. You don't
have to journey to the remote
byways Of distant worlds. The
big things all happen right
within the human heart.
"Travel is a great educator:
It enlarges the mind. But the
biggest adventure you. will ever
have. Pippin, will happen with
in the walls of your own home.
No matter If you have seen a
thousand countries and listened
to the tales of hundred She
harazades, this adventure will
eclipse them all"