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Updated: May 28, 2025
As I rode north along the flashes of sea, marsh, and town, I thought of my little flock that I had left behind for a day, with intense satisfaction and content. They were mine. Hildreth was my woman, Daniel had been my child for the space he was with us.
"Let me in," I said through the key-hole, for the door was locked; she had thrown the bolt on the inside. "Go away, Johnnie, I want to be alone." "Hildreth, dearest woman, do let me in. It hurts my heart to see you so suffer so." "I don't want to see anybody. I want to die." "I'll come in the window." I was at the window madly. I caught it. It was locked. But I pulled it up like a maniac.
The lock, rusty, flew off with a zing! The window crashed up. I tumbled in at one leap. My whole life was saying, "this is your woman, your first and only woman go where she is and take her to yourself!" That avalanche of me bursting in without denial, struck little Hildreth Baxter dumb with interest. She had been kneeling by her bed, sobbing. Now she rose and was sitting on it.
An overwhelming embarrassment of shyness seized upon her, and the chill desolation of loneliness seemed to shut down about her like a cloud. A young man sauntered past her with his hands in his pockets. When he reached the end of the car he turned and surveyed the passengers leisurely, then he came back to her seat. He lifted his hat with lazy politeness. "Miss Hildreth, I believe?" Evadne bowed.
I thought I would escape without saying good-bye. But Penton came down the front porch, stood in my path. "Johnnie, a last warning." "I want none of your last warnings." "Are you going to Hildreth?" "I'm tired of being a liar.
I, for my part, determined to bid farewell to Hildreth that very evening, before she retired for the night, in her cottage take train to New York, and so to Paris, without first finishing my Judas, as I had intended. We would bury forever in the secret places of our hearts what had already happened between us ... this was my first impulse....
Then our hands met in instinctive fondness ... met in the spirit in which we had been romping together. "You're like a small boy, Johnnie." "And you haven't acted so very much like a grown woman, have you, Hildreth?" It was the first time I had called her by her first name. "Can you, or anyone else, tell me just how grown women do act? I myself don't know, yet I'm a woman."
I've never lied so much in my life ... yes, I'm going to Hildreth ... and I'm going to persuade her to live with me, and defy the whole damned world the world of fake radicals that talk about divorces when the shoe pinches them, as well as the world of conservatives," I announced harshly.
The interview with me was a marvel in two ways: it represented to a hair's breadth everything I had pronounced, transmuted into the reporter's own style of writing ... it curtailed my conversation where I had repeated myself or wandered off into trivial detail. "I wonder what they'll say back in Kansas!" I had exclaimed to Hildreth, in the hearing of the reporters.
"You know this is the last fall you'll have here," Polly Eastman would say, pleading with Betty to come for a drive. "There's no such beautiful autumn foliage near Cleveland." Or, "You must come to our house dance," Babbie Hildreth would declare. "Just think how few Harding dances there are left for us to go to!"
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