The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1903-11-22

rhyme. There Is d sudden meaning IN
learning since It leads to a desired end.
Poetry Is everywhere around. The
prose light Of common day IL breaking
into prismatic rays. Into tho dusty high
way OF ancient history all at once sweeps
the pageantry Of mythology Philemon
behds above old Baucls at the high school
gallo, though hitherto they have been
lsycurnotes. Olympus is just beyond the
clouds. The Elyslan T-ields lie only tho
surrender OF the will away, II one but
droops with absent eye, head propped
on hand, and Dreams
But Emily, all ut once, Is conscious that
Miss Boa TONS eyes ere on her, at which
che moves suddenly and looks up. But
this mild.eyed fletcher with the sweet,
strong smile Is bull Easint absently down
on her the while Tho talks.
Emily likes Miss Beaton, the teacher Of
history, Her skirts trail softly and her
hair Is ruddy where ID not brown; sha
togets; and when she rises hsr hand
kerchiof IL always nutterinS to the moor.
Emily loves to be- the one to jump ana
pick It up. Mrs BeAton's handkerchief
are fine and family sweet and softly
crumpied. and Emily loves the smile
when Mlsss Beaton's absent gaze comes
back and finds her waiting.
But to-day what ID this she ID saying?
Who IL this beautiful youth she 10 telling
about7 Adonis? Beloved, ala she say,
and wounded7 Wounded unto death
but loved and never forgotten, ana from
whose blood sprang che wind-sWept petals
Of nncmone-- y Y
T Emily had bean tryins to ask MArgaret
something, but each time the Question
stuck in her THROAT Now she Eathered
courage Ia
1t vas spring, ana the high school pop
( ulace turned out at recess to promenade
the yard. on the third round the gravel.
in tho farttest corner where lilac oush
topping the fence from next door lent =
sort OF screen and privacy. Emily cA1gnt
Margaret by the arm and held her back:
Altar that there was no retreat: she had
to speak
"How-hov do YOU do it7" she asked.
.,What7'' asked Margaret. Il
Writer said Emily. holding to Mar,
xaret ught-she had never before thus
laid bare the secrets OF her soul.
"Oh," said Margaret. and her lips pare.
ed and her face lighted as she and Emt-
~ gazed into each others eyes. you
Just feel II and then you write.
have asked. Feel Iwhat?' "It' as used
By Margaret was Indefinite. but Emily
understood. You Just feel It and then
you write.
IN her study hour Emily took her pen-
ell and with Latin grammar as barrier
and blind to an outside world. bent over
her paper. She did not speak them.
those whispers hunting the rhyme; she
only felt them, and they spoke.
She did not know, she did not dream
that she was finding tho use. the purpose
for Ii ali, there years OF the climb to-
ward knowledge. Some day 1t would
dawn on her that we only garner to give
out. @ Vi IA
Creare-oreatum. she had repeated In
classs from her Latin grammar. but she
ala not understand the meaning then.
In ths beginning God made. and man Is
In the image OF God She had found the
answer to her discomfort; for to create.
TO give out, Is the law.
!. She wrote on. head bent, cheek nush-.
ed, leaning absorbed above the pape,s
In her book.
on tho way home chs whispered that
which had written Itself. while her feet
kept time to the rhythm. It was beau
tlful and sad and 1t was true:
The bride ana her maidens sat IN her
he nodded to William lettering near
the high school Eato and hurried on,
She did not want company Just now!
And they 'broidered snow-wh!tA ve'l