The sea coast echo. [volume] (Bay Saint Louis, Miss.) 1892-current, 1901-03-02
AN ECHO OF VANISHED DAYS.
For The Sea Coast Echo.

ing. Watching Jne IRE lfgnJs, rs III
gickered on the wall, and leapcd
along the wood which fed its hun.
ycr, inethought / heard sigh
from the further side Of the room,
which is occupied by the piano.
listened attentively as its signing
increased aud formed words des-
cribing It's experiences which had
/, been as checkered as the shadows
East by the maple tree beneath
which | played as child,
"All, ull are gonel" sighed the
piano. "All of my friends offor-
ner days have vanished with
the years which have followed
them meath the sod. / alone
represent the wealth which
once surrounded my family and
their associates, | miss the dear
aid marhlc-topped table, the piei
glass s:ssssslis sfifst vases, wlluslFept
each other company pn the low,
broad marble uiantIes The silk
s,rpealied cprtains and portiers rus.
kssd With pleasure when NV exqui-
Site notes rang out Oh the eTenine
air and cchoed plouA 3he corri.
tlofS Of TIE low. ranih IinA h0iise,
nilics was inY iifst ~ ,l<. fwAs
lilcn that tha fairy iiileei OF my
beautiful young mistress tossehed
4 ny worries keys caress an,l
sang the nelpiies which llC II fath-
IN loved SO well.
/ reniember lna lle 5cst WAS
one 0i iiis fiNslfilp SsS;lls als0
I'Ialbcrg iip1sl sweet i9Iifp, y ~ !
aasl she lhriiIius notes he
Mellow iiUrn stifre,k lsls heart
and bore him III fancy VI, she hills
of .Old yifgihia, aud to The
\ Ihunting gtouA of his boyhood
days.
s.Old sl1nes like old friends,
have disappeared In the oblivion
which sooner or later onfolds us
aIl. In efter years there came
Ia distant school, q tall. stately
vounn lsislR. who wasnSilli %fgess s
sista3 he was 4 skilidd srtisician,
and lleis naughty ratalIfs never
I Vol teiipsl exfepl )S tlil lSatchl ss
Slaase 3f rns yssioe. M sleeps M
\ Ille quiet graa1, md si|'|a perfect
hands iIFe lsls Flil u tlse dusi.
Nevef aqaln viii tlloy sgetp over
usy kesa winch alwsts 4 t:slgshded
Etp faer slightest touch. Mrycr
Ess2aip willstpst grand Old ul.ip, hpr
Efathef, sit la lis great alrlAcliall'ily
Ethe iireside aud ask FOR his favor
lite sungs. ifA. too, has lutlg since
$elopt tha 'ssltep that knows I'D
Esvakiug
asIlere came a time, however,
whcn.l, in company With my deal
.comrades, left the old home and
wotst to "a more modera ilause.
(which was situated on the banks
Eof a river. There it nestled amid
Wines, flowers and shade trees,
ksheltering my loved ones meath
bits. broad roofs, which were scarce
Nv visible because of the rose vines
(which clustered over them. There
Iwere two little girls in the family,
2whose baby fingers were first
Etaught on my keyboard and many
Eare the sighs | have treasured in
siny bosom which emanated from
Rtheir weary hearts during practice
&hours.
"Dear, dear, how Father Time
HAS hurried US over the burrows
&of life. Some Of US have fallen
asleep by tho wayside, leaving the
moro vigorous companions TO ex-
pcrence ne pangs OF dlsappoint-
6inent, Joy and sorrow. By and by
when the little girls were old
Enough, their father sent THEM to
school, and | missed their sweet
voices, singing ut twilight hour,
Iand the practice hours which
seemed so long 10 them. On their
freturn home they welcomed. me
with tender touches and sang TO
zne of hopes and joys yet unful-
Billed. | was ever sympathetie
&llstener and | understood their
Every mood.
"Ah me, those were happy
k,ays, remember the long whIs-
Apered conversations used to have
with the p arlor clock whose pre-
*cious face was covered by a glass
case. He enjoyed winking through
it at me. We used to be glad
when the young folks gath
erred in the parlors, AT the old
*Dlantation home. At that time
keleyating conversation and good
music was the theme of the even,
ing. Oh, if the young people of
today could only understand how
weary / am of ragtime airs. Their
great grandfathers and grand-
nothers would be duly shocked if
they knew that ! was ever forced
{ 10 give voice to such trash. ] wish
hat some inventive genius would
nvent a ragtime piano. | think
that tho intricacies necessary to
psovoke such music would prove
IN interesting study. ] live in the
past. Faces long since vanished
from mortal sight return at my
bidding; spirits of the dead hover
erme in the night watches and
whisper, "Old friend, do you re-
member the old life so gay and
weet?' lanswer yes, and sigh,
igh--. MARY NINA ScoTT.
Kansas women practice before
he bar without a license.