Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1892-12-31
WOUNDS THAT LIVE.
KEEN MEMORY BRINGS TO MIND
MANY A PAINFUL EVENT.
Trifiing Reminder often serves 20
Max. One utterly MiserabIe-A wom-
aus s,"ry OF a Thrilling ExperI~nee In
Her Early I.itr-s pay. sorrow.

a"s -t"rt OF Thrilling Experience In
Her Early Liir-N pay. sorrow.
One may forget circumstance. or may
seem to forget IL. but the emotion il
srouses, IL IL be n sincere emotion, never. il
really forgotten. Let "A like circumstance
or even the story of one, meet one after
Years without number. and presto,-the
old emotion j. quick and keen aud awake;
time has not dullcd IL. made ~ inpeFisha-
BILE stun, Il asserts 10 our startled senses
its Immortality
Mental wounds says Macdonald, ARE
| like phys in this, that bad weather re-
wives the old ache" The truth OF that.
and Of the fact that one never really for
gets, came home to me oddly. when I
| chanced in the newspapers upon the tragic
story ~ he Yale hoy who met his death
through the jest Of a society initiation.
The allu>iOn to he grief of the comrade
who was ia all Innocence y, responsible
for the terrible happening Drought sud.
denly across my CONSCIOUSNESS. with a rush
n Of a tidal wave. an almost insuppOrt
able comprehension II what that grief
must bc, aud with il the memory OF a hap
| pening ~ long past that had anything but
analogous circumstances suggested il, ]
should have smil Il a. at IA childhood trag.
edy, seen a. comedy down the vista Of
| years.
But the mere thought Of the soul cloud.
under the like Of which | had once stood.
brought back that long ago hour, and the
pain OF it-and 10! there was no yesterday,
and no forgetting and no Outgrowing.
stood, n child, in such an hour nf wrench.
ing, horiZOnlesS agony n only child can
know.
In these DAYS Of kindergartens, where
earliest infancy learns games 81 aesthetic
chnrm and subtly correspondential mean
ing, doubt If well regulated children ever
''play Indian But ia play Indian" was
our one recreation that age could not
witiIe nor custom stale Our gorgeousiy
comprehensive notions Of the noble red
man were derived in impartial measure
from Cuopcr~ novels. aud from lurid liter
aturc ~ the .Iibbenan,,-Hy order, with va
riaiions supplied by our own ardent youth
ful imaginatioa~. Oue never To- he. forgot
ten twilight We had put the Indian. 30 to
speak through all his known PAGES,
smoked the t~weet fern pipe of peace. and
executed war dances OF weird and original
steps, conducted buffalo hunt, in which
the long suffering Newfoundland from
over the way oficiated a, buffalo. and
finally were inspired with the beautiful
eInigrant train.
was the heroic wife and mother of the
emigrant train. Armed with lath picked
up from AN unfinished building. ioyously
awaited tire onslaught OF the bowling
leader Of the trihe-a little boy from the
next street. We rushed at each other
the old mist is before my eyes, the old.
dumb, clutching horror nt my heart I
hear the shriil cry Of fright and pain: /
see the boy, gone terribly white all in a
second, pressing both hands To his face.
while duh, red drops pla>l down between
the fingers SO him stagger back against
his comrades. who slowly lead him away.
SEE my piaymates, with the utter iu-
stinctise hcartie~silcss Of riildhood-I will
not dwell upon that phrase, but against
all c"mers | will defend it.--shrink slowly
back from my vicinity. looking at me with
curious eyes a. in whispering groups they
move OIL down the street.
And ! am alone. ~ Tor all my life for
see shall he alone The boy | have
wounded will die There will never more
be light in.the sunshine nor flavor in food.
Not one Of the long, long dreams Of things
TO be will ever come true Never for one
hour. awake or asleep, will that stone pass
from the heart | shall live To be old--old
and all the days OF all the years shall
walk alone, and they will point mt me as
the ehild-the girl-the woman--who killed
her friend
IL was a slight wound in the fieshy part
Of the cheek, aud in a week it was healed.
But my heart quickly lightened, il is
true. Of the immediate agony-,lid not heal
In week. In quarter century Of weeks
IL has not fully healed but that bad
weather though IL be but that Of sympa.
thetic compretension-sti in the old scar
something of the old sting and ache,
1t would be indeed IAN irony ON the part
OF Providence" this terrible gift OF unfor-
getting. were IL not like all our life's laws
compensatory, bringing alive for us as
many memories of joy as memories Of pain
All that we ever knew Of pain lives STILL
and warns us 10 earn for ourselves as little
pain as may be- All that we ever knew
OF joy lives still, and to comprehend that
Is 10 hold promise of Internationally
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