The Washington times., 1934-05-22

requires more common sense and
Judgment than any other. Can
you imagine Byrd going down to
the Antarctic in summer flan-
nelS? Most Of us rush into mat
rimony with that sort Of hardi-
hood"
Pippin said absently: But
such a pleasant, easy-going per-
son as you are could get along
with anyone, I should imagine.
Consider the fun you have with
Kate Stone and she's so much
older than you are"
But Kate is a gallant, vital
person. We're good comrades be-
cause we have similar tastes.
That's the most important thing
to consider in marriage. Usual
ly, however, an Eskimo falls in
love with a Hottentot-and ex-
poets the poor lady from the
Tropics to be happy in his 1g-
loo"
Pippin watched him, her in.
terest piqued: "Are you an Eski-
MOP"
What would you say about
that? Well-as a husband I
don't think I'm Gods gift to a
woman. Even Kate, who likes
me as a comrade, might find me
intolerable as a mate. I don't fit
in with conventional social life.
I like solitude, the wilder the bet
ter. I like to tramp up noun
tains and live carelessly without
watching a clock. I'm no good
at getting to meals on time or
remembering birthdays or decid.
ing two weeks ahead that I'll go
to a dinner on Saturday at 8
o'clock. I'm just a tramp and
can't bear to be hedged in with
routine. The girl I married hap
pened to like everything I hated
and hated everything I like. She
could stand this lake and these
mountains about two days: I
could stand stuffy little apart
ment one year. So we parted"
Intriguing
"How can anyone dismiss a
great emotional experience like
love and marriage so blandly?"
"You don't do it blandly. You
fight on and on, hoping to re-
capture the lost joy. But after
a year of unremitting war, you'd
be surprised how gladly yJu
welcome peace"
He worked on at the sketch.
She said, musing: But there
must always remain a sadness"
Her voice aroused him. He
came over and dropped TO the
bowlder at her feet.
would you be sad If you dis
covered you'd been in love with
NOTHING? No-you'd be hu-
inflated. You'd won6er why you
threw yourself out with such fer.
vor. In the end you'd be re-
lieved. I think it's well to love
even when we lose"
She thought sharply: mot
while we're loSing!"
Look" said Dale, taking her
hand and leading her to his
easel, my girl is coming back
to life!"
She looked at her face which
had a dreamy wiStfulneSS but
the harsh rage she had seen in
his earlier sketches had van
ished.
"You gave me that express
sion"
Still holding her hand, he
leaned down and laughed: I'm
not finished, either!" m
The color streamed over her
face. She bantered with him,
yet felt a warm, hidden excite
ment. He intrigued her. She
liked to watch him standing at
his easel, absorbed in his work:
liked the sound of his rich, deep
voice, singing softly.
On the trails she waited for
him and was conscious of glad
ness when he overlook her. Not
so lonely now.
She brought Bruce to his
cabin. Bruce, bluShing furiously
but very proud, sat on a boWlder
and posed for a sketch. Dale
took Bruce fishing and had long
talks with Dadee on wild flow
ers.
Then Dadee brought Irene
Wheeler. a little brown-eyed gyp-
Sy maid - with whom he ..as
now in love-to meet Dale. He
limited naively Dale might like
to do a sketch of Irene, which
he, Dadee, would gladly accept.
Often four or five of them went
on a hike. Pippin thought: I'm
happy now!" Tears came to her
eyes.
Quite Sure?
One morning they got up very
early and made the hard, pun.
iShing climb up Ralston. Dale