The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-07-28
SOPHIE KERRs SUPERB LOVE STORY :
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1t doesn't even seem that she's
coming to Marburg."
"She'd better not come and
bother you. If ! could only take
better care of you. If only
didn't have to go so soon. It's
no p9gs, thaa a minute since l
9TH only be two minutes be-
fore you're back again. SAY 10
weeks, 70 days. / don't know
how many hours for, | can't null
itiply "a by 70 in my head
Zone thousand six hundred and
eighty"
Aren't you clever! Howard,
look at our house! Doesn't it
look NICE l believe Miss Rachel
woulI sell il to us, if we wanted
! it. She says we make ideal ten
ants"
"D'you want to buy it? Sup
pose I'd be offered a chair in an
other college, we'd be stuck with
it,"
"That's what l told her. And
she said, EHumph, Marburg's not
good enough for him, supposen
They came in smiling to Mary.
who sat reading the evening pa
Iper. "Marburg is certainly full
miss Rosa and Miss Rachel
Booth"
"And me" added Mary.
"Where've you two been gadding
so late? l was getting worried.
And so was Nancy. She was
afraid Howard wouldn't be home
in time to kiss her goodnight"
Howard raised his eyebrows
and looked at Amy, who gave a
nod of understanding. They could
not speak of Nancy's real mother
in front of Mary, but that mes
sage clinched what they had just
discussed. Nancy would remain
their own.
After that, for the brief time
left Of Towards stay, Jane and
her possibilities slipped back into
oblivion. The time was too scant
to waste on her. They could only
stay together, trying to piece the
hours to a reasonable length, try
ing to put off the end Of them.
Soon. almost before they knew 1t,
he was gone as abruptly as he
had come, and the old house
echoed with loneliness. 1t was
like dream that he had been
there at all.
At least. thought Amy. it had
been a glorious dream and there
was the great consolation that he
would come back again before
very long. As she had promised,
she Yet her pupils go, but she did
not miss them. Alice Moreland.
who had stayed away while How
ard was there, began to come IN
again. Edgar was in France, but
she heard from him often enough
to make her, if not more cheer
full, at least less desperately
afraid. and she put up a show OF
bravery not to disturb Amy. The
two young women sat and sewed
together. "This child is surely go
ing to be surprised by the hem
stitching and embroidered seal
lops on his Clothes" declared
Mary Jackson. She herself began
a double blanket which was fer
too intricate for what she knew
about crocheting and would never
be finished in time. she complain
ed every time she worked at it.
Beside the. needlework there
was always Amy's music. She
played a great deal, not hard
working ~ractice, but for her own
pleasure. She had never before
noticed how definitely certain
composers influenced her thoughts,
her spirit, how directly they
moved her to another unvaryin@
ambience. cts not the usual
mental response to change in
rhythms," she told Mary. "Thcy
change my thoughts as if they
spoke to me. Bach is kind and
good, but a little detached;
Brahms scolds and leases and
asks why ! don't use my brain;
Chopin shows off beauty a little
too consciously. and Schubert
shows off beauty, too, but uncon-
sciouslv and as if he wants to
convert the world to nothing else;
Mozart never for%ets the conven-
tional formalities Of his kings
and courtiers, but Beethoven. yes,
and Franck-oh, Mary. thev un-
derstand all Door struggling STU
pid mortals. They give them their
own vision of Immortality. They
don't deny pain and sorrow. but
look at them with sort of no.