El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1900-09-14
HER MEMORY:
IT WHISPERED
FOR YEARS. ,


stretches of green meadows. dotted
with the darker green of the trees. and
in the far distance the everlasting
hills. majestically grand in the soft
purple beauty Of their vast rolling out
line.
Come back to Erin. mavourneen.
mavourneenr' Joyously sweet and
clear. nearer and nearer. came the
voice. The professor sat motionless.
listening with bated breath. lest he lose
a syllable of that sweet old song. sung
In that sweet young voice. AS the
voice ceased he looked out. Coming
toward the house. balancing in either
hand n foaming pail OF milk, was a
young girl. Even ere the song was
finished a harsh, tired voice called
sharply; Come. Beth: don't yell so.
You'll wake baby. and I've been an
hour getting her to sleep. Hurry and
set the table"
The professor grunted scornfully.
HIN! Yelling. Is It? The voice of an
angel, Music; I escape It not even
here I'll wait and listen
The world was two months older.
Into the best parlor shone the after
noon sunshine. playing glcefully on
walls that seemed to shrink from the
unaccustomed glare In one of the
prim straight backed chairs. at the
front windows. sat Professor Helfen,
while opposite at the other window sat
a weary, sad faced woman. tearing idly
at the rcd wooden curtain tassel that
had never before been treated SO
roughly
MY good woman. think, She has q
fortune In her voice She has n voice
In a thousand-a gem. But II Is in the
rough 1t needs polishing. years OF 1t.
and IL must be polished gently. Then
II will shine-oh. dochr''
Over In the corner a slim, dark eyed
girl hung on these words. Oh. to see
this world. to have the dreams she had
dreamed come true She found herself
listening again
Yes. yes. she can go, but bring her
back. bring her back. I've seven. but
! can't spare her forever" Then some
how Beth found herself In her moth
ers arms, who for once in her life OF
habitual self control had given way.
And so the ultimatum went forth. Beth
was to go.
Out in the garden twilight was fall
ing The beautiful tender sky colors
were slowly fading into the dusk of
night The very air. full of the scent
of the hay, was a caress. The very
peace of it seemed n mockery to Paul
as be stood before her. How could ev-
erything be so serenely beautiful while
he was tasting the bitterness of life?
He could not put II into any fine
phrases. this desolateness of his. He
Fol I.at CHI ha
taken out of his life the whole worth of
his life was gone
You say you'll remember. Beth, but
you wOn't-you won't 1 know it as if
years had already passed"
Only n boy in years, yet n mans
pain had aged the stern young face.
The pain in his voice touched the girl
looking up at him.
III work hard, Beth. BY fall I'm
going to the city with Lawyer Boote.
heard the professor tell you you
couldn't love; art had no room for
love Beth, don't let him teach you to
forget me. When he gives you such
lessons as that. let what / say now SO
fill your mind that there will be room
for nothing else. / love you, Beth,
and some day you will be my wife.
Perhaps if you hadn't been going
away I should never have had the
courage to tell you, at least for years.
But I'm glad you know"
Listen, Paul. l shall never forget
You know my nature too well to be-
Iieve your own words Forget you,
with whom I have grown up, who
have been the best part OF my life?
All, Paul. you know better. This Is
the hardest part of IL Paul-to leave
you. IL seems but n dream yet that
/ am really going-going to see the
world that has seemed to exist only in
books. But the years will soon pass.
Paul We are both young, and no les
son he may try to teach me can blot
out the teaching of IS years of life
and with such a teacher. You believe
me. PAUL.
And Paul. looking in the soft depth
Of her souls eyes. was content
The two weeks OF the opera had be-
gun. 4 long line of carriages was
drawn ND before C hall, waiting to
deposit their burdcns-stately brouGh-
ans srnacking Of solid responsibility,
smart landaus with gayly caparisoned
horses. while along the streets leading
to the hall groups of fortunes less IA
vored subjects moved quickly, meeting
az last in front Of the hall. where they
Joined the large. well groomed crowd
pushing slowly up the steps TO sit In
Judgment and perhaps ultimately to
paw tribute to the new prima donna,
Mile Armstrong. a daughter OF their
own land.
In the dressing room before a mirror
stood girl. still in the flush OF youth.
looking with unseeing eyes at the pale,
proud face framed in masses OF heavy