Akron daily Democrat. [volume] (Akron, Ohio) 1892-1902, 1900-04-20
TIE WORLD
FORGETTING,

ed for her the pet name of Daisy.
Have you no desire, Aunt Cicely,"
said Daisy, "to see the world. to be of
some account In 1t, to take your share
with the rest In all that makes up lifeW
81 think" replied Miss Sheraton slow
y, "it is best not. From here one can
see it all. One can live, in a measure,
in it, yet not of it. One can keep one
self unspotted. single hearted. self re-
specting. Over there"-she waved
fragile white hand in the direction of the
tree tops. as though the world lay just be-
yond-"it is turmoil. medley. a whirl of
Here-it Is peace"
But that may be well for you," said
Daisy mpatently--"you. who are con-
tent with this remote existence. who have
no ambitions, no interests, no thoughts
even beyond this garden. But for me-
in her carnestness she laid one hand on
her heart--"l have yearning that moth
ing here will ever satisfy. feel that /
possess the power of being some one, of
doing something"
| Miss Shernton's eyes. clear gray, with
a marvellous depth aud light in them. had
ceased to dwell on the distance and were
now looking ntently into Daisys face
with a question in them.
"Daisy." she said softly, while she
noted the fire in the bright young eyes.
the fever in the rose leaf checks. the
quiver of the tremulous. sweet mouth,
"are you SO sure it would bring you hap
piness"
ITO go ont into the world, to make
ones mark ip some way, however small :?
Quite sure" replied the confident, eager
voice.
"If some one else, some one belonging
to you," Miss Sheraton continued mu-
singly. made mark. as you say. would
that content you?"
'"That would be something" Daisy ad-
mitted. "But-why do you ask. Aunt
Cicely?"
A blush deepened the rose color. Her
thoughts were circling round some one
who had come into the blankness of her
life for one brief week and gone back
into the turmoil and the strife.
Could Aunt Cicely mean But he
would never come back again to this
fame forsnken little spot, where she must
spend her days.
There is no one belonging to me-" she
went on in low voice. "You know,
Aunt Cicely. am quite alone"
"You have me-, dear" There was no
reproach in Miss Sheraton's tone. and
Daisy was unconscious of the cause for
any when she answered carelessly, "Oh,
yes, dear. have you, but
And so. breaking off. she went away to
smother the aching of her heart in the
orchard blossom showers
"You are Miss Sheraton's sole heir and
representative" said the lawyer, with a
glance at Daisy's tear stained face. I
must ask you to go through all her pa-
pers with me"
Only three weeks since they looked out
over the hills together in the sunset, and
already the light had failed.
Daisy felt that, though the doors Of
her captivity stood ajar, she scarcely
wished to pass them. The Dover House
seemed no longer prison, but q sanctu-
airy.
The bureau, with its iplaid top and
quaint, hrass handled drawers, held prob
ably nothing but a few treasured letters
aud stray keepsakes of Aunt Cicely's re-
tired life
FOR my niece Daisy, to be disposed OF
as she THINKS fit" The slip of paper on
which these words were written in n
clear and beautiful hand was attached to
q thick folio of manuscript in the same
familiar writing.
On the other side of the drawer was n
Bheaf of corrected proofs, book and an
album, in which. arranged with exquisite
neatness, were hundreds of newspaper
cuttings. all touching on the merits of a
book that few years before had taken
the world by storm.
I'm The Fantasy of Life said the
first of these extracts, I'VE find an in
sight, depth of discernment and sym
pathetic comprehension with regard tc
human nature that is as rare as it is de
: lightful. The writer, unknown hitherto
wields with skllful fingers n key to the
heart Of life aud unlochs for us world
of reality aud OF idcality that to many OF
us has remained closed until now. 1t is
the work Of a fine intellect and cult
waited mind, and the author has undoubt
edly lived the experience it shows. We
can only hope that it will be followed
quickly by another"
With trembling fingers Daisy turned
over page after page, realizing gradually
who tto "C. l.. s." must be whose writ
ing had stirred the hearts of thousands
of people and for whose revelation they
had clamored.
Farther on were letters from other pub
Iishers, directed to these initials at thc
publishing office OF the book and offering
high termsifor u second one.
With beating heart and bewilderet
eyes Daisy turned to the manuscript be
queathed to her and read the title nnC
dedication: Beyond the Eaves. b.
Cicely Sheraton &c. l.. 81. To Daisy
whose wings arc growing
The tumut OF feelings that possessed
her clanored like the voices OF distan
world at her brain. Fame and fortun,
embodied in her legacy, reckoning to be-
directly and Indirectly with dazzling in
sistence. wopdernent and a sort OF wor
ship taking the lace of her former toler
ancc of Aunt Cicoly-above all, n seust
of regret so keen rs TO tonch remorse. 70
all that her ignorance had withheld from
this master mind near her own, appre
rlation, understanding. reverence.
How joyfully they might have spread
their wings together ard returned, afte
their fight, to the shcltcring nest hiddcl
in the ereenery of home. Now she woult
have to learn to fly ali alone
Yet II wonld be Aunt Cicely who ha,
made il possible 20 her after all. Sh
would never forget that.
And, laying her head down on the bu
reau. she sohhed for the touch of van
ished hand and the sound of voice tha
was STILL the tender grace OF day tina
was dcad.--Seatlice II, Maxwell in La
dies Field,
PAW in NEW TROUBLE
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