The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1877-06-26
In After Years.

The las, Iriyhi rays of the golden September snn
we're shining upon Marimon Place, changing the
little window panes into flashing, glitterng Jewels
-chanc,nr Desire Marimon's hair into hrighf riffs
Of gold.
Rert L.. Clair thought her very beautiful a5 she
sat there in the sunlight her fsce so pale and dam
,v her eyes so large and iane. And then he TELL Il"
dreaming Of the .lay when he would ise great and
e,mous-anl artist whose work w"nld. thrill the
worli-how he would come to Marim"n when the
September sun shining, and PAINT iAf>ire Mar
mon as she MAS TO day And lac smiled ." hiii'-"i
a. ne thought Of that day. AMI what L might IT. Tor
him. And So he dreamed on, for he Was nothing
hut boy 81 fifteen, this Bert lie CLAIR al mln"-a
boy If fifteen in whose soul world "f artistic
beauty xas raging-perhaP~ in rain-sir"an'"i "n
until Widow MArimon'. soft. moiheriy voice tr"ke
on his ear.
..Bertie," she said, al have found yon situation
which hope may prove stePPng-s,one to future
greatness.
his face Int up.
lyon are kind!' he cred How can ever
thank Won, Where u it,"
Mrs Marimon's motherly face cloudesl as she an
swered,-
II
the lawyer. His profession is good aud renum
er..tive one"
The boy recoiled-
II could never do that - lac calculated. "Neve'
he a iarrister-couIi I. Desire"
No." I@sire replied, decidedly. 81 am sure You
will succeed at nothing save the wish Of your soul
Your mother artist, Berthe, and. had she
lived, she would have been great one' to he'
there was beatty i'm the gnaried stump Ola tree
| music ia the rustic Of the autumn leaves You
\ BERTHE lie Clair, see with Your mothers eyes-iea
| with your mothers ears"
That was big speech for Desire and her fourteen
years, and Mrs. Marimon felt its might. She has
tired TO teach Bertie TO forget his mothers profes
sion, because it was Precarious one, 40 she SAID
| calmly
Il AIN sorry YOU are welded 10 an occupation
winch there nothing TO he made unless you ar
| famous. Your mother Vas my dearest Trend
| loved .her-I lore yor-and the day she died
promised TO protect you. l mean to Keep nm!
word. You mnsi go 90 Mr.. Fnrgerson-"
| The sun vent down. BERTHE Le Clair did not 81.
one word Of dissent to Mrs. Marimons plans, bu
| sat watching the stars twink!ins in the azur
heavens. and wondered If hrs life Vas to IL nigh
forever nos sat there until the clock Pealed MN
and then started to leave the room.
He reached the door and there turned hack
Never will Mrs. Marimon forget the look that cam
into his face a. he said, feehay,-
Goodnight, mother. Good-by, Desire" The
he vas gone.
The night slipped by. The morning da~ned In
and bright hut Bertie did not leave his room.
last Mrs Marimon went up and opened the d""'
The room was empty B-rtie LIE Claire had g"n'
On the noor was scrap Of paper. She packed
mp and read
81 am going away from you tonight, hat som'
time will come hack. Then your lives shall b
| one bright dream. BERrlE."
That was ala. Mrs. Marimon DID not faint, b
leaned heavily against the mantel.
when wiIl my boy come hack ?" she moanes
looking up into the blue heavens ~ II expectin
70 find an answer there
Il $500 eess eess
: Tears vent by-one, two, three, I've and eigf
and they gave urrali hope Of ever seeing Bert'