former affection was a spiritual one; in fact。 Al…
though the lady aroused my deepest sentiments; and
was; as I thought; my ideal woman; I never met her;
and never spoke to her。 It was an ideal love。 My
love for you; while no less ideal; is different。 You
wouldn't let that come between us。'
〃'Was she pretty?' i asked。
〃' She was very beautiful;' said Arthur。
〃'Did you see her often?' I asked。
〃' Something like a dozen times;' says he。
〃'Always from a distance?' says I。
〃'Always from quite a distance;' says he。
〃'And you loved her?' I asked。
〃'She seemed my ideal of beauty and grace and
soul;〃 says Arthur。
〃'And this keepsake that you keep under lock and
key; and moon over at times; is that a remembrance
from her?'
〃'A memento;' says Arthur; 'that I have
treasured。'
〃'Did she send it to you?'
〃'It came to me from her' says be。
〃'In a roundabout way?' I asked。
〃'Somewhat roundabout;' says he; 'and yet rather
direct。'
〃'Why didn't you ever meet her?' I asked。
'Were your positions in life so different?'
〃She was far above me;' says Arthur。 'Now;
Ida;' he goes on; 'this is all of the past。 You're not
going to be jealous; are you?'
'Jealous!' says I。 'Why; man; what are you
talking about? It makes me think ten times as much
of you as I did before I knew about it。'
〃And it did; Lynn … if you can understand it。
That ideal love was a new one on me; but it struck me
as being the most beautiful and glorious thing I'd
ever heard of。 Think of a man loving a woman he'd
never even spoken to; and being faithful just to what
his mind and heart pictured her! Oh; it sounded
great to me。 The men I'd always known come at
you with either diamonds; knock…out…drops or a raise
of salary; and their ideals! well; we'll say no
more。〃
〃Yes; it made me think more of Arthur than I did
before。 I couldn't be jealous of that far…away divin…
ity that he used to worship; for I was going to have
him myself。 And I began to look upon him as a saint
on earth; just as old lady Gurley did。
〃About four o'clock this afternoon a man came to
the house for Arthur to go and see somebody that was
sick among his church bunch。 Old lady Gurley was
taking her afternoon snore on a couch; so that left me
pretty much alone。
〃In passing by Arthur's study I looked in; and
saw his bunch of keys hanging in the drawer of his
desk; where he'd forgotten 'em。 Well; I guess we're
all to the Mrs。 Bluebeard now and then; ain't we;
Lynn? I made up my mind I'd have a look at that
memento he kept so secret。 Not that I cared what it
was it was just curiosity。
〃While I was opening the drawer I imagined one
or two things it might be。 I thought it might be a
dried rosebud she'd dropped down to him from
a balcony; or maybe a picture of her he'd cut
out of a magazine; she being so high up in the
world。
〃I opened the drawer; and there was the rosewood
casket about the size of a gent's collar box。 I found
the little key in the bunch that fitted it; and unlocked
it and raised the lid。
〃I took one look at that memento; and then I went
to my room and packed my trunk。 I threw a few
things into my grip; gave my hair a flirt or two with
a side…comb; put on my hat; and went in and gave the
old lady's foot a kick。 I'd tried awfully hard to use
proper and correct language while I was there for
Arthur's sake; and I had the habit down pat; but it
left me then。
〃Stop sawing gourds;〃 says I; 〃and sit up and
take notice。 The ghost's about to walk。 I'm going
away from here; and I owe you eight dollars。 The
expressman will call for my trunk。'
〃I handed her the money。
〃'Dear me; Miss Crosby!' says she。 'Is any…
thing wrong? I thought you were pleased here。
Dear me; young women are so hard to understand;
and so different from what you expect 'em
to be。'
〃'You're damn right;' says I。 'Some of 'em are。
But you can't say that about men。 When you know
one man you know 'em all! That settles the human…
race question。'
〃And then I caught the four…thirty…eight; soft…
coal unlimited; and here I am。〃
〃You didn't tell me what was in the box; Lee;〃 said
Miss D'armande; anxiously。
〃One of those yellow silk garters that I used to
kick off my leg into the audience during that old
vaudeville swing act of mine。 Is there any of the
cocktail left; Lynn?〃
End
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