The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-10-31

properly, and she was not feeling that
way these days. She was feeling tall
and conscious Of angles. The tears,
too, came easily, as at thought of! her
self deserted by Hattie and Resale, or
at sight Of herself In the sailor suit.
It was In Aunt Cordelia's mirror that
she viewed herself with such dissatis-
faction; but while looking, the espe-
cial grievance was forgotteu byfeason
OF her gaze centerlng upon, the re
| f1ected face. She was wondering If she
was pretty. But even while her cheek
famed with the thinking of 1T, she
forgot why the cheek was hot in the
| absorption of watching 1t fade, until
eyes met eyes
She turned quickly and hid her face
against the sofa. Emmy Lou had met
self. = l.
But later she almost quarreled with
Aunt Cordelia about the sailor suit.
One day at recess newcomer who
had entered, late was standing around.
look about lent light to her face
But all seemed paired off and abb
sorbed and the eager look u. faded.
Emily, whom she had not seen, moved
nearer, and the newcomers face
Frightened, They give long. re-
Emily felt drawn to her, for since
being deserted she was not enjoying
recesses herself. - 49,
YES she said, "they do; and the
next day another pair, Emily and the
newcomer, joined. the promenade
about the basement. -.a -" - II
The new pupils name was Mar
garet: that. Is: since it stopped being
Maggie. Emily confessed to having
! once been Emmy herself with mid
die name of Lou beside, and after
that they told each other everything.
Margaret loved to read and had lately
come to own certain book which she
pages they drew together. The book
was called "Percy's Reliques."
Beside the common way lies the
ballad age, but Emily would have
passed, unknowing, had not Margaret,
drawing the branches aside, revealed
1T; and into the sylvan glades she
stepped, pipes and tabret Turing with
life and self at once in tune.
And then Margaret told her some
thing, IF she would never, never tell"
Margaret wrote things herself.
1t was about this time that Resale
was moved to seek Emily, as of old,
to relate a romantic situation. She
warned her that it would be sad, but
Emily did not mind that. She loved
sad things these days, and even found
an exultation in them If they were
very, very sad. - -t~-..
Rosalie took her aside to tell it:
There was a bride, ready even to her
VEIL and he. the bridegroom. never
came-he was dead y "a
Resale called this romantic SIT
uation. Emily admitted 1t, feeling,
however, that 1t was more, tho she
could not tell Rosalie that Tit was
like the" poetry in the book, only
poetry would not have left 1t there!
O mither, mither max my bed
!: O max 1t saft and narrow;
70. Since my love died for me to-day
Ise die for him to-morrowe. .l~.4s
TITS about a teacher right here In
the high school," Resale went on to
Then 1t was true. (Which one ?"
asked Emily. 's. 80 - .-'-s
But that Rosalie did not know.
1t was like poetry. But then life
was all turning to poetry. now. One
climbed the stairs to the mansard now
with winged feet, for rhetoric is con-
cerned with metaphor and smile, and
rhetoric treats Of rhyme. There is
sudden meaning in learning since it
leads to a desired end
Poetry is everywhere around. The
prose light Of common day is break
ing into prisnatic rays. Into the dusty
highway of ancient history all at once
sweeps the pageantry of mythology.