Yah Freedom and pirates. Yah Capital and Democrats, says the ugly oh the mustache. Then he tradicts himself and says, Freedom is the greatest of all ideals. I just got to get a ce to write this musi me and be a musi. I got to have a ce says the girl. We are not allowed to serve, says the black Doctor. That is the Godlike need for my people. Aha, says the owner of the New York Cafe". He is a thoughtful one.
That is the way they talk when they e to my room. Those words in their heart do not let them rest, so they are always very busy. Then you would think when they are together they would be like those of the Society who meet at the vention in Ma this week. But that is not so. They all came to my
room at the same time today. They sat like they were from different cities. They were even rude, and you know how I have always said that to be rude and not attend to the feelings of others is wrong. So it was like that. I do not uand, so I write it to you because I think you will uand. I have queer feelings. But I have written of this matter enough and I know you axe weary of it. I am also.
It has been five months and twenty-one days now. All of that time I have been alohout you. The only thing I imagine is when I will be with you again. If I ot e to you soon I do not know whatSinger put his head down on the bend rested. The smell and the feel of the slick wood against his cheek reminded him of his schooldays. His eyes closed and he felt sick. There was only the face of Antonapoulos in his mind, and his longing for his friend was so sharp that he held his breath. After some time Singer sat up and reached for his pen.
The gift I ordered for you did not e in time for the Christmas box. I expect it shortly. I believe you will like it and be amused. I think of us always and remember everything. I long for the food you used to make. At the New York Cafe it is much worse than it used to be. I found a cooked fly in my soup not long ago. It was mixed with the vegetables and the noodles like letters. But that is nothing. The way I need you is a loneliness I ot bear. Soon I will e again. My vacation is not due for six months more but I think I arra before then.
I think I will have to. I am not meant to be alone and without you who uand.
Always,JOHN SI was two oclo the m before he was home again.
The big, crowded house was in darkness, but he felt his way carefully up three flights of stairs and did not stumble. He took from his pockets the cards he carried about with him, his watch, and his fountaihen he folded his clothes ly over the back of his chair. His gray-flannel pajamas were warm and soft. Almost as soon as he pulled the blao his
he was asleep.
Out of the blaess of sleep a dream formed. There were dull yellow lanterns lighting up a dark flight of stoeps.
Antonapoulos k the top of these steps. He was naked and he fumbled with something that he held above his head and gazed at it as though in prayer. He himself k halfway doweps. He was naked and cold and he could not take his eyes from Antonapoulos and the thing he held above him.
Behind him on the ground he felt the oh the mustache and the girl and the black man and the last ohey k naked and he felt their eyes on him. And behind them there were unted crowds of kneeling people in the darkness.
His own hands were huge windmills aared fasated at the unknown thing that Antonapoulos held. The yellow lanterns swayed to and fro