The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1886-12-14
friendship Broken fies.

MANY Vi us HlNc iOot III ti"SV9 Va W
old friend for years. Perhaps the es'
arrangement had its origin in some tri'
fling misunderstanding so utterly time
dimmed now, that memory refuses
to call it back clearly. But our con.
science, if we felt any twinge what
ever at the separation, is lulled into u
state of lstless rest or carclcs;
neglect. with some such assurances ms
these: Some day we shall again meet.
Fate will lead us to cross each other :
paths sometimes, as we stray adown
lfe's vast valley. Opportunity will
then be afforded us to talk over our
little misunderstanding, TO explain away
all tunglcs, and brush from our path
way the cobwebs OF broken trust over
shadowing that pleasant old time
LOYALTY of esteem. We shall then, hand
in hand, revert to the past, and tell
each other why we did tn S. or why we
said that. Our old happy relations. SO
long INSTRUCTED. will again be re-estab-
lishcd and will yet enable us to add
many rose tinted pages to the closin.
chapters of our LIES great volume.
1t is not small matter to allow h
gulf of estrangement to open between
two hearts that have long beaten with
fr1endshi p for each other. Pride, or in
difference. it may be, keeps MS drifting
further and further apart. But we
place an utmost faith in time bringing
us together at last. So we wat not
impatiently, but with vague sort Of
certainty, for that meeting to occur.
Shockngly abruptly some one will
announce to us: '.Indeed! have you
not been informed yetP Why, so and
so died over year ago." The news
may not provoke tears. Perhaps we
may not heed it scarcely, at first. But
in the solemn hush of night with the
sleeping world around us-so like
awful mysterious death-our thoughts
reach out to that one who will never
come again.
Dead! Slumber is set to flight cflec-
tually by the ira or thought that word
conjures up.
Dead! Then We shall see each other
no more. The meeting we have long
anticipated will never be. Too late for
explanations now. No reconciliation
can take place now. Forever it musl
remain as it is. For
l..l "a golden chord Is severed,
Aud our hopes in ruin lic."
A thousand vain regrets clamol
Why did we never writeP One line,
tho simple work Forgive" might have
cemented those broken ties. Why did
we not exert ourselves to bring about
meetingp Now, alas! forever too late
Oh, cruel Neglect! that has allowed
this bitter void.
The years have flown most rapidly
since we drifted apart. We are so
much older! The lost friends face
rises before us as it has not done in
years. Some distinctive action of eye
or lip that we have forgotten. or some
peculiar habit of speech, perhaps comes
back to us through the vista Of mem
DRY. And now how suddenly dear our
friend has become! We start up rs if
to clasp the long impressed hand.
Death has reared his icy barriers and
we may not Nevermorc! We realize
that all is over between us. Like two
sprigs of myrtle dropped on turbid
stream-we are swept apart forever
here. Will there be u reconc liation
accorded us up there?
Appreciate friendship while We may.
For friendships ties once severed, life's
brevity, times never-pausing flight, and
the harshness of circumstances, are all
antagonistic to q reunion.-Prof Ad
H. Gibson in 81. Louis Magazine.