The Nome nugget., 1938-06-22
lunch. may give my house away, aft.

or DamDOO. The ferns waved their lacy fronds in the wind from the sea. The orlnges and oleanders breathed forth fragrance. The goldfish swan delicately appreciative of their own scintlllant beauty In the renecting translucent depths of their coral-cav. erned lagoon. The birds preening their emerald and yellow feathers on perches among the ferns in the sun twittered out little upward-slidng chrpings.
 The woman's eyes were taken from this to that.
 They had no chance to turn inward, to peer into her own sore soul.
 A splendid house the woman had in the far city, darkly splendid house with many grand rooms. Tn that house ones thoughts were pressed into one self.
 "Oh, yell talk the high road an I'll talk the low road"
 The mans barytone came into the room where the woman sat.
 
 instant and smiled
 Then she lay back long and slender and pale, resting from deep weariness against the golden brocaded cushions. Her hands lay opeL and empty on the chair arms
 She smiled, but two tears ran down and met the points of the smile.
 "Od stubborn Angus sang that" she whispered
 Then not caring to be thinking she turned to watch the birds.
 In this house one would be always interested. And when she wanted open space. sky. sea, blue-lavender dis tances-there thej were beyond the open windows merely for the lifting up of ones eyelids.
 Space outside seemed more beautl- full for the things inside and the things inside were comforting when space without was too empty and wideness appalled,.
 An old, old Chinaman wrinkled like a long-folded saffron silk handkerchief brought lunch in on small ebony ta. ble. lacquered, with golden dragons, tea unforgettable in yellow cups of egg-shell thinness. jelly with the shaw en polls of innumeraole Nipponese ba- bies orange marmalade, hot crisp bis cults, but, first, clam-chowder.
 The tasting nerves are the organ of memory.
 At the first whiff from under the silver dish-cover the wOmen's eyes widened and darkened. At the first taste accustOmedness and happiness sat in the room of her mind, strange guests therein. "Old stubborn Angus" she whisp- cred low into her teacup. You would have lam-chowder."
 Did you speak?"
 No. Oh. mo-"
 And she ate her first food in four days, like hungry child.
 After a while the Chinaman came and took the table away.
 The woman still in the low golden chair lifted beseeching eyes.
 You. you might r>nt the house?" This the self-assured, commanding woman whom the great of the earth stumbled over each other to kneel to? This the woman whose name and face the people of three continents knew and worshipped?
 The man stood with his white beard covering his lips. twitching. His eyes sought the sea dreaming in the after- noon sun. The blue of his eyes became bluer than the blue of sea and sky together.
 "I'll not rent 1t. Mo-"
 "Oh."
 Ut is yours
 "Mine?"
 1.-The years, Nora, have made in me no difference"
 "Oh! old stubborn Angus"
 "To you. the years, have they made any dufference?"
 ''They have They have" As if re- beating a litany she reverently intoned, "There is no difference between duff ference and difference"
 You will have the house, Nora?' with you?"
 With me or without me-"
 With you, please, Angus"
 Some Equivalents
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