The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1894-10-05
THE RAYS WORK.


by the hour together with the rippling
wavelets, darting from one to another
in dazzling, mad flashes Of light, spread
ing themselves over the waters, a sheet
of molten gold, til touch Of the
winds light lips broke il up into thou
sand shimmerirg fragments. And the
waves loved their playmates, too, and
each, as the rays kissed il, became itself
a little golden sun. sending forth its light
iuto the radiant air, for the sea, like
tickle, loVable woman, answers back TO
all III their own moods and is loved Just
because she cannot be trusted. Then,
where the waves broke ON the golden
sands OF round the clean, dark rocks,
the little rays would till their foam with
light till it shone more brightly white
than the Jungfrau' s crest, and the music
of the waves breaking was a Joy song
for their own lovcliness. Laughing, they
ran up the smooth sand and embraced
with teasing play the small pink feet
which scampered away before them,
while the suns rays flashed from their
surface to meet the light, brighter still.
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those were happy days, and as the little
ray danced along over the waters he
hoped that they never might end.
But time came when the voice Of
the wind sounded from afar Tho sea
heard it and was troubled to its depths
at the new life Of power and strength
which waS tearing within il, while the
wavelets far and wide raised their tiny
crests. and in nipples of white foari
whispered the news one to another. The
clouds, too, heard the voice and gath
cred together ut its bidding To spread
themselves thick, dark curtain over
the sea and hide from the suns face
the things which were to DO. And SO
the little ray could visit the sea no
longer nor join amy more in sport with
his favorite playmates. AT this his
heart was very sad, and he took no de-
light in the other pleasures to which
his comrades called him. They told him
of the wild games they played with tie
wind shaken leaves Of the forest; of the
snow cold peaks which they crowned
with dazzling splendor of jewels; of fog
laden valleys filled with dream forms Of
weirdest, strangcst loneliness; Of mys-
teries Of beauty revealed midst tie
worlds most squalid dreariness But it
was all i'll vain. The little ray longod
for his lost plsymates and would care
for none Of these things
As he wandered sadly among the
heavy, driving clouds, losing himself
in their sullen masses, searching for
some crevico through which he might
penetrate, one Of then pitied him.
Since you will il SO, )" said she, IL
will lot you through. though fear you
viii fnd that dreams that are past can
never bo dreamed again" Then she
shrank back from her neighbor and
with one swift word of thanks the little
ray darted down through the opening
she had made
Down he went ~ tho s,s .or a.f
tllia lHN g1'."-,H. ful ;u ne.rt
s1t. Ou, Wnat chm.td wolt 10
Nasi Above him the tempest hurried .
along and 7houted 20 the waves Is it .
went, and tho waves threw their whiis .
heads up and answered back IN crashing /
thunders. death, death, and the end |
OF all things!' passionately yelled the :
tempest "Ruinr' roared the wares. |
"Naurht is that can Withstand usr' |
a world OF darkness aud tuinult and |
terrible unrest The little ray lay where
no had lighted, tremulous and afraid, /
now glimmering for an instant among
o, rushing foam and then lost
again in the dark depths of the wator.
Hal cried the waves when thuv e7w
him. 80 you arc here. littlo ray Tho
world is changed since you saw IL last. "
Changed indeed" said the ray "Oh,
why cannot you bo as you were before,
my playmatest" But the waves laugh
I'd, shaking spray from their crests til
the tempest caught it aud whirled it
high in the air. "Give as
he winds for playmates," they cried,
and tho mems lives for our sport Talk
% us not Of the wretched, spiritless
lays that are past. The world is worth
living in now" "But you were happy
hen. You rejoicod in the carth's bean
y and were happy, said the little ray
Because we knew no bet
er, they answered "We have learned
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han beauty, more glorious than joy
)h. the rapture Of fury when we raise
he ship high in the air 20 hurl her
lown ON the rocks bencatii-the cruel
ocks whom we love and linger to kiss
nd infold in our soft white arms even
hen in the joy of that moment Of pow
r. To crush into pieces the mighty
essel with all its wealth and labor of
10 scatter abroad the
eayy fragments, flinging them TO and
IN IN the very scorn of our sovereign
trength; to watch men gasp in their
cath agony as we lift ourselves above
heir writhing bodies, and then to crash
own and dash the life from their lips
his is power, little friend; this is pow.
r, and there is no glory in the world
Ike the glory Of power"
The ray grew chill and wan and from
led as ho listened lis there nothing.
lon, left which is fair TO look upon in
Il this waste of watorsS" he cried, and
Q wandered dismally ON. Everywhere