Durango semi-weekly herald., 1902-07-14
HAR N ONY.

mony,
| The radiant sovereign of the noe.
turnal world, accompanied by her glor-
ious retinue of stars looked down upon
a sea of humanity last night on the
Famous corner.
| What was the occasion?
O, they had heard that the Wood
nan band was going to play and they
| we're there to get a draught of heaven.
The tired mother, who had hurried
With her supper dishes was there with
| her infant. and, as she sat on the
curbstone listening to the music she
| mu5t have gazed into the glorious
heavens and dreamed of that land
where the wicked cease from trem-
bling and the weary are at rest where
| there are no dishes to wash. or if there
| he everybody has to do his share and
where the babies have wings and
'ever cry; where there is no bread to
burn for. love is the sustenance, and
the husband never comes home out of
sorts: and, best of all, she would have
harp to rlav and be a member of
the celestial band.
The society woman was there. too
and looking to the spangled CANOPY
above, as the sweet strains gladdened
her music-trained ear. wished that
she might clip from the heavens just
enough material where the stars were
the thickest to make her gown for
-he next Elk ball That was during
bright strain of music: when the
band little later struck a passage
something like a funeral dirge. she
recalled that last card party where
she had bet so high that her con
science was stretched to cracking. and
she wished she hadn't. and her eyes
Immediately wandered to the white
shafts at Greenmount. and now she
Fought of the woman who didn't be-
long to her set, whose old-fashioned
gown she had ridiculed at a recent
emotion, and again she wished she
hadn't. AS she peered through the 81
'ent haze that only made the white
monuments look more ghastly.
she thought of the washer
woman she had beaten down in price
hat she might add a few more cents
20 her finery, ard again she wished
she hadn't and made good resolutions
hat were to pass away with the last
strains of the music.
This was only one type of society
woman there There We're many 9th
ers. as noble of impulse as she made
holy by poverty. These turned their
faces heavenward and dreamed-re-
lived the sweet romances of their
lives; the music was like quicken
ing balm, and the shimmering bright
colored warp and woof of youth spread
out before them again in all its pris-
tine beauty and the dreams of girl-
hood under the intoXication of har-
mony, were for few moments again
ealities, and they wished that life
'or all had nothing but love and mu-
sic
The young maiden was there wilh
her sweetheart indulging fancies that
could never be realized; but her soul
Dlossomed and expanded in that ideal
ty induced by harmony. She could
love more deeply from having scared
INTO the precincts of harmony, she
could suffer more deeply.
The young man was there who
thought as soon as the band was
through playing he would go to the sa
Icon where there was more good mu
sic. which only affected him with
spirit of abandon. and did him more
harm than good. But there Were
stronger characters hwo were fired
with noble ambition by the harmonic
ST. aims. who realized that living in
the atmosphere of music simply sor
the qualification of sense is not the
highest achievement of man.
And the workingman listened, aud
to his careworn brow the cool breath
from the mountains was especially
soothing. Through the most ravish-
ing passages he held his breath. and
then with a sigh he lifted his eyes
toward the great of all source. and
thought of the suffering. overworkcd,
underpaid, underfed masses to whom
music is a mockery, whose homes are
void of plainest comfort. and not only
barren of music. but rife with the dis
cord that only poverty can bring. He
thought of labor's Intellectual attempts
to secure Justice. and his soul bent si-
lent appeal to the Infinite for 80
ltllplI VI lh' Blpbl'ih thht 10 Nl'Nhl'ls
, The world. forgetting that the solution
vas sent with that Messenger two
centuries ago. and that the greatest ar
b traitor the world has known was
| slain and his principles cast into the
| dust and that these principles alone
reigning in every heart. viii usher in
| the glad day of Justice between man
and man. and reconciliation between
| man and his Creator, and produce that
harmony which will accord with the
,ra1d symphonies of nature.
| Might not one of the parks have
pavilion erected in it and seats ar
| ranged for the accommodation of the
public, SO that an enterprise like the
Woodman band may be thoroughly ap-
preciated
| LILLIAN HARTMAN JOHNSON.