Evening Star Newspaper, April 7, 1935, Page 90

10 off. Lucky for me Margie is big enough to take care of the little ones.” Then he must find out about her. “And you, my darling?’’ he asked her tenderly. “Just the same, Andrew — I'm al- ways just the same,” she answered, looking at him steadily. He caught in his breath and held her hand hard. “1 know it,” he said, ‘“‘that’'s what makes it possible for me to live a: all. You're the laxap in my heart. If the lamp burns without failing, life goes on. If anything should happen to you —" “Nothing will,”” she said practically. She was determined to live as long as he did. The food came on, soup in thick bowls, sausages, cabbage. They ate in silence for a’ moment, content in each other’s presence. Once he laughed softly and said, “‘Look!" She followed his eyes and saw the boy and the girl teasing each other in an ecstasy of love, taking bits of food from each other’s plates, sharing their bread and milk, pretending to scold each other, their eyes shining and dangerous. “But they don’t really know any- THIS WEEK Vignette of Love thing about it, do they?”’ she said quietly, smiling at him. “Nothing!’ he answered passion- ately. ‘““How can they know love unless they’ve had the terrible loneliness you and I have had, until they have had our need of a refuge?”’ The tears were suddenly in his eyes, and she took his hand again to still him. She said comfortably : “I like to think, when we eat to- gether like this, that it's only one of three meals a day. I pretend we've had the other two meals and this is the last one before we go to our home and to sleep, never to part.” “Itisn’t right — what we're doing,” he said in agony. *‘It’s not right. 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They sat, their hands touching, their shoulders pressed together, drawing in strength from each other. Across from them the two children finished their meal with red wine and laughter, and shared a cigarette to- gether. The restaurant was emptying, and now the boy bent boldly and kissed the girl, and every time he kissed her she laughed, and so he kissed her again to make her laugh again. The two older ones sat hand in hand and watched them, as they might watch children playing, and every now and then they looked at each other deeply and smiled. They did not need to kiss like that, they did not need to laugh. They drew their strength from some profounder passion, from some more intimate need than the need to kiss again and again. Once she asked, *““Nothing new happened in the office?”’ “No,” he said, “nothing will ever happen to me again except — this.” She smiled for answer. * So the clock crept around again, and they saw it and looked at each other. At last she said gently: “We must go, beloved.” He held desperately to her hand. *I don't give up hope, Ruth,” he said. *“No, indeed,” she agreed, cheerfully. They waited a moment longer. It was always such rending of the flesh to move away from each other, to be- gin the seven days again. Sometimes, if everybody else were gone, they would kiss each other, too. But not always, and only if they were the last ones left. Something forbade their lightly kissing each other. There were still the boy and the girl. They could not kiss before those two gay children, playing at love —not one of their rare, almost painful kisses. They sat, waiting. Then the boy tired a little. He was tired of making love. His eyes wan dered about the empty room. \Shorthand of 500 baffled. As more writings (none has survived the European climate) were disinterred from Egyptian tombs, tantalizing sidelights appeared. There was, for instance, the Oxyrhynchus papyri, containing the articles of apprenticeship of the slave, Chaeram- mon, to a shorthand writer. Chaeram- mon is to study for two years “the signs which your son Dionysius If you like CHEESE there’s no substitute for BLUE MOON SPREADS obtainable wherever food is sold or served and Children love it Look for valuable Silver Certificate in each packace Continued from page five knows” (the contract was made with Dionysius’s father) for a fee of 120 drachmae, forty drachmae being paid down, forty being due “when the boy has mastered the commentary,” and the last installment when “he writes fluently and reads faultlessly.” That was entertaining, but not much help. The exercise books of a later Chaerammon caused a flurry of excitement, which died down as the savants failed to discover in them the key to the system. The search had now become inter- national. In Vienna, Wessely managed to establish certain basic principles; in Konigsberg, the erudite Mentz ex- tended the Wessely discoveries some- what. But these were only skirmishes on the outskirts. Savants began to say that the riddle was unsolvable. And then, out of the sands of Egypt, came the answer. It came in the shape of two papyri volumes, described offi- cially as of “‘unknown provenance” (which, being interpreted, means that someone snitched them from a tomb and smuggled them into the markets of the inquisitive West). The British Museum officials bought the papyri. A new generation of savants gathered round them. Signs, symbols — surely April 7, 1935 “‘Say,” he said loudly, “let’s go to a movie. 1 know a swell show.” He lifted the girl to her feet and the two sauntered out, hand in hand, care- less, chattering, eager for something else. Then they were the two left, the only two. It was hard to part, but they were able to do it, since they knew it must be so. Besides, they were rested and made young again by being to- gether. His dark face was less lined than it had been when he came in, and in his eyes was peace. As for her, she knew by his worshipping gaze that she was beautiful. At this moment she was not weary, not sad, not lonely. She was beautiful and beloved. They loved and understood each other. *Forever?” he said. It was the same every week. ““Forever,” she said steadily. They waited a moment, swept by the vastness of the solemn word. Then, since the room was empty except for a little waitress, yawning at a far table, he bent and kissed her gently on the lips. Once more they rose and went away. B.C. shorthand symbols? They looked fa- miliar. Could they be the same as those on the wax-coated tablets? The tablets were brought in. Yes, the identical series of signs. But the superb, the marvellous thing was that the papyri volume contained, in longhand, the translation of the shorthand signs. Here at last was the key tg the Greek shorthand system. With this key, and using also the wooden tablets and papyri found at Antinoe twenty years ago, Mr. Milne was able to make the complete con- spectus of Greek shorthand which the Egypt Exploration Society has now published. For the first time contem- porary man can see the whole system as it actually worked. Further, the fragments of Greek shorthand writing in museums and collections, and any more which may turn up in Egypt (so far, only the sur- face of that vanished civilization has been scratched) can now be read. The world may yet thrill to news of the discovery of a poem of Sappho’s jotted down by one who listened; a pupil’s notes of a lecture by Socrates; the stenographer’'s draft of a dispatch dictated by Alexander in the midst of his campaigns. Dvewing by L. Reynoilds “It’s a Miss, sir. Do we have anyone here named Ducky?”