"About Life, mostly. But of course there is Death, which is beautiful

but cold. And--one always thinks of Love, doesn't one?"

"Does one?" he asked. I could see he was much interested. As for me, I

dared not consider whom it was who sat beside me, almost touching. That

way lay madness.

"Don't you ever," he said, "reflect on just ordinary things, like

Clothes and so forth?"

I shruged my shoulders.

"I don't get enough new clothes to worry about. Mostly I think of my

Work."

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"Work?"

"I am a writer" I said in a low, ernest tone.

"No! How--how amazing. What do you write?"

"I'm on a play now."

"A Comedy?"

"No. A Tradgedy. How can I write a Comedy when a play must always end

in a catastrofe? The book says all plays end in Crisis, Denouement and

Catastrofe."

"I can't beleive it," he said. "But, to tell you a Secret, I never read

any books about Plays."

"We are not all gifted from berth, as you are," I observed, not to

merely please him, but because I considered it the simple Truth.

He pulled out his watch and looked at it in the moonlight.

"All this reminds me," he said, "that I have promised to go to work

tonight. But this is so--er--thrilling that I guess the work can wait.

Well--now go on."

Oh, the Joy of that night! How can I describe it? To be at last in

the company of one who understood, who--as he himself had said in "Her

Soul"--spoke my own languidge! Except for the occasional mosquitoe,

there was no sound save the turgescent sea and his Voice.

Often since that time I have sat and listened to conversation. How flat

it sounds to listen to father prozing about Gold, or Sis about Clothes,

or even to the young men who come to call, and always talk about

themselves.

We were at last interupted in a strange manner. Mr. Patten came down

their walk and crossed to us, walking very fast. He stopped right in

front of us and said: "Look here, Reg, this is about all I can stand."

"Oh, go away, and sing, or do somthing," said Mr. Beecher sharply.

"You gave me your word of Honor" said the Patten man. "I can only remind

you of that. Also of the expence I'm incuring, and all the rest of it.

I've shown all sorts of patience, but this is the limit."




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