Flappers and Philosophers

e and Sally Carrol had met in Asheville, North Carolina, in midsummer. The settlement took only a quiet afternoon and an evening in front of a glowing open fire, for Harry Bel

y toward one of her favorite haunts, the cemetery. When it came in sight, gray-white a

ature, Harry?" she ask

ful? N

e. It depresses some

for the fifties; quaintly carved with flowers and jars for the seventies; ornate and hideous for the nineties, with

ver most of the graves lay silence and withered leaves with only the

onted by a tall, round head-stone, freckled with

e? She died when she was twenty-nine. Dear Margery

Sally

e hand insert i

e her hair with a ribbon in it, and gorgeo

es

wide, pillared porch and welcome folks in. I think perhaps a lot of men wen

o the stone, hunting fo

othing her

anything there better than just 'Ma

ected lump came into his throat as

she was, don'

ugh your precious eyes. You're beautif

houlders trembling a little. An ambling breeze swept

go down

ere along the green turf were a thousand grayish-white crosses stre

ederate dead," said

riptions, always only a name and a

ay over there. Every cross has just

m and her eyes b

real it is to me, darl

about it is be

, "people have these dreams they fasten onto things, and I've always grown up with that dream. It was so easy because it was all dead and there weren't any disillusions comin' to me. I've tried in a way to live up to those past standards of noblesse oblige-there's just the last remnants of it, you know, like the

he assured her

eyes on the tip of a handkerchief

ver? Even when I cry I'm happy here,

g soft grass she drew him down to a seat beside her wit

d clear out," he complained. "I

, t

and then she kissed him until the sky seemed to fade out and all

ile on the corners twilight played at somnolen

and if you've never really seen snow it'll be like fairy-land to you. There'll be skating and skiing and tobogganing and sleigh-r

d, Harry?" she

your nose, but you won't be shivery

child. I don't like an

they were both s

d very slowly, "what

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