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Show I "' I UWE and MARRIED LIFEi I I the noted author 1 f Idah MSGlone Gibson K Wit s si UPRISING I E3TTER- Lwfl'' The letter dropped from my nervous HH 9 mgcrs. BH 1 wondered Why Kail Hhepard H should write these thing to me HH "Old ever nny woman have Ju.-t this rPM i. m l of experience':" 1 ;isko rn - J f QBB V Mid then my Hps curled, in derision AWLMm j .M I rrm inhered th.a probatdv no iH j WOmftn of today could cull up an enio- 1 tlon or live through an experience that J vvas not old when Athene was young. Hl it was really n novel situation. Bl Whan K.iri Shopard had been where RI he c ould talk to where he couiu ESII ' me Overy duy, he had never opened I hie heart t m in the waj was d. tr ln;: ,,ow- And his peculiarly psychic Hp c: perienecs. hlch h.v meil to iHEflfl I have been duplicated In my case, ni- HfHy I though not to such a great extent, ate IHvf I most interesting. QMj I "1 wonder If he knows about Utile Ltmm Mary," l said to myself as I took up B I the letter again I read over the last; H paragraph, where Hurl said he knew KJ that wnilng. to me was utter madness flpHu ;-nd acknowledged to in; self th.it there K'l f whs method In It. I Satisfaction in u ritlng. flH I '" get iioNkI) B I Isfactlon in Just writing me these let- j H I ters without expecting an answer from; H M me. As If to tell me that he was H I only writing these poetic and lmpas-.l H stoned notes in continued, after sc- knowledglmc the madness ( ins .f- ?B W fort, to tell me that: MIH B that Mfc 1 ha this longing in some degrees this B longing, for what It can not will not a ever experience. After ill, It Is only I a matter of vvlil. It is easy to follow tMB the beaten track when unce the bar- mwMWk g nets are down. The rosy fights of aaWmm W OUT imagination are much more bcau- n I tlful, much more satisfying than the -WraH f dlsxlCflt heights ever reached by our KfiK W more material being WKJi "1 r',(J "ot know when I started on "4 "bat my friends called a wild goose M hasc that it was this b-nsrin? tli.it I V JL wanted :.. satisfy, bul i have pome to FJ f i now 1 1 1 is. and is i sit here In Mir W I thick purple darknesi i believe I have f I more nearly realized my desire foi the great and wonderful thlng3 for M. j Which all humanity craves and few If any ever attain than anj other bc- Wl lng n the whole wide world. r ' ' mi ill i illy down into this moody chasm gently as a spider on I I usTi, its ni . web foi so vivid is this im-i LMMMl aginary llf,. with you 1 can hardly H trust myself to describe it. You -tit; beside me. your hand within my clnsp j our thoughts are one our verj souls commune. Whence springs this fount of thought? No iiuch Intimacy lever really existed between us. 1 WOS afraid afraid to be tovevlf; afraid to i tell you the thought's I have written here for fear irat you might -not understand. un-derstand. No one even nij dearest J friends has ever seen this side of my nature. No one has ever suspected me to be other than the average burliness burl-iness man with no nerve and le:s emo-,tlon. emo-,tlon. No one has ever lutown that deep In my heart there waa a longing for the unreal the Ideal no one. except ' p rhaps you. Kate lla, IP on Kind. I Fate has been kind to me, Kai heroine, her-oine, away off here, thousands of miles away from ou, 1 am reveling in the Joy ot n near:i3 to your very soul I that In Indescribable. "Last night 1 had a more, peculiar Illusion than usual abeut you I seemed seem-ed to be looking into the future I saw you reading my letter. ou were white and thin and were lying In bed. My heart almost Stopped beating until 1 realized that never before had I sen such Joy, su h radiance on jour face- Then from out of f. misty atmosphere atmo-sphere which turned from gray to gold I saw lying on your breast a child, i in, Katherine. I hope It !s true. I hope this crowning giory has conic to you and I am suic that it has. "Pome day. my dear, when ou and I have grown old. and all thes- wild Utters and wllde; impulses have been torgotten 1 will come bach and pj .. ditty homage to that daughter of yours. Who will look upon me probably as In stupid old man. 1 "Oh, yes, I kno.v It 1 your daugh-' ter, my dear, and I know that you have already named her Mary To Send an Amulet "Tomorrow I am going out into the i old city and send her uomi kind of ati amulet that will bring her happiness ; I did not need to wish her beauty for; she Is your child, Katherine If you! wish, my dear, you can show this whole mad letter to John He will atl j least know that for his sake as much las for my own, I fled from vou. and, fleeing 1 found you, 'found some part of you that I am sure he has never know n, for 1 have foun ! the woman that is oil aoul all sweetness all light "Good morning. little "Madonna. It 'is now that dark hour just before. Iduwn the hour that means the com- ' I lng of another day another day!) Which I know means happiness for I you and that is enough for KARL." I Tomoiri'vv JiiM Vpout the Baby. |