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Updated: June 17, 2025
Each day I sent her four, five letters ... letters full of madness, absurdity, love, despair, wild expressions of intimacy that I would Have died to know anybody else ever saw. Her first letter in return burned me alive with happiness.... " you know why she went to the city," Penton teased, "it's because 'Gene Mallows, the California poet, is up there.
I could endure it no longer, the torment of not seeing her, of not being with her.... As her favourite sonneteer, Santayana, writes lines she often quoted "Love leads me on, no end of love appears. Is this the heaven, poets, that ye paint? Oh then, how like damnation to be blessed!" I informed Ruth, Darrie, Penton that I was going to New York in the morning....
The rehearsal of the play progressed. Van Maarden, receiving' from Dineen's own personal bank-account a substantial advance on the expected receipts from the two performances, returned East, and sailed away for Holland. But an intimate friend of Penton Baxter's, before he left, he related to me many fine things about the latter, and spoke in special admiration of his wife, Hildreth.
"You don't believe what I assured you this morning?" "Johnnie, it's not human ... I can't make myself, and I've tried and tried, God knows!" "I'd like to know, for my part, just what you mean, Penton Baxter, spying on me this way bursting in on poor Johnnie Gregory and me like a maniac, while we were only reading poetry together."
She never interferes, is all for peace, and her disposition easy. She has her failings as who has not? but I never knew her do it when company was present, at which time you may freely trust her with wines, spirits, or malt liquors. My own abode is lodgings at Penton Place, Pentonville. It is lowly, but airy, open at the back, and considered one of the 'ealthiest outlets. Miss Summerson!
"I want a book from the library." "Hildreth and Penton are there. Hildreth is having a soul-state." "A what?" I laughed. "Oh, she thinks something is the matter with her soul, and, for the three hundredth time since I've known them, Penton and she are discussing their lives together." "I don't see anything to jest about in that."
But Penton Baxter was to me a great genius ... and nothing I could have written in his praise would have overweighed the debt I owed him for that fine letter of encouragement. So at last I was reaping the fruits of my years of struggle for the poetic ideal my years of poverty and suffering.
Then we had rushed toward each other, hands extended in warm, affectionate greeting ... now ... I slowly sauntered up to him. "Yes, Penton, what do you want; how much longer are you going to torture your wife?" " yours now, Johnnie; mine no longer!" grimly.
You'll be falling in love with Penton Baxter's wife yet!" Our talk was halted by Darrie's re-appearance. Hildreth came furtively back, too, from the little cottage, like a guilty child. She apologized to Darrie, and her apology was accepted, and, in a few minutes we were talking ahead as gaily as before....
It was so cosy. Darrie and Hildreth joined in cleaning the house that afternoon. But a bomb was to be hurled among us. At twelve o'clock of the next day the 'phone rang. Darrie answered it. After a few words she came for me, her face as white as a sheet.... "My God, Penton is in town!" " this is only Thursday ... he was not coming till Saturday!" I exclaimed, full of forboding.
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