and speak when he was silent; I accompanied him only rarely, and if I did accompany him I forgot his existence... He met my revolt with palms of patience and forbearance. One evening the pain bore hard upon me, and I laid my head on his shoulder and wept... Then I looked at him, and looked; and he smiled, and I smiled... The stubbornness went, and grief remained, crouching, watching... And one day he said, all at once: "What would you say to a long journey, on which you would be wherever I shall be?" And I said: "Of course; I am wherever you are." So — four words only, and they were everything...

And I set out to buy things and make ready for the journey. That was the day before yesterday — the day I saw you walking within a few arms' lengths of me, on the same road! I drew near you, then reached you; you looked to the right, and found me!

Did I really collide with that blind beggar and give him a lira, thinking it ten piasters? Were people really moving around us — was there truly a street, and human beings, and clamor?

And we walked, and I said: "Is it you?" and you answered: "Is it you?" — and you were I and I was you! Time had changed nothing, and circumstances had not altered a truth that is the truth of our existence... And again I asked: "And how are you?" and you answered: "And how are you?" My answer is your question and your question is my answer — and so always! You are I and I am you...

We walked on, and suddenly you drew away from me and slipped your right hand into your pocket. I thought you meant to take something out, and I waited... but it stayed there. So I said faintly: "It is time for me to go back." Your eyes pleaded, protesting it — but you did not utter a letter; so I turned and walked alone...

In my room I opened my drawer and took from my little box a yel-lowed, perfumed paper, and went about with it, pressing it gently

and tenderly, as a mother presses her child... And I stood at the window, gazing into the night and into the corner of the sky. A light shone upon my face, and I knew it for the light of a strange star that had taken my star's place; so I shut the window and sobbed...

And yesterday my feet led me on and I let them; and my eyes knew, before they saw you, that you were there, in the same place.

And we walked along the same road, and we knew what would come, and what came, came. We stopped as we had stopped the day before yesterday, and I held out to you my hand with the yellowed, perfumed paper. You hesitated at first; then you stretched out your hand — and I saw it. And I had known that I would see it: a ring yellow as the paper! I stepped back a little and said:

Cutex

A marvel within reach of your hands ...

The new Cutex bottle

does not spill on your clothes if it is overturned!

If you do not believe it, try it today ... it is the latest thing the famous "Cutex" company has brought out for the world!

Dresses, linens, the tablecloth, the carpets — none of them get stained if the bottle overturns! And let whoever doubts it try it!

CUTEX

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