New-York tribune., 1903-01-24
Il G4RDEN IND Il MEMORY
Gan 1DYLL.)

among the rose bushes Her labor had been siren
ons is smooth anh as NAKED sh aad the
ngs OF o. her dainty feet It's trim box borders the
bulb and cutting in the waste places where weeds
ad aef and hsn Her garden lem, had been her baths
h r had IA b bf from . her The brued
o7ed bamy ae. Oes ghen earth hes and
fe fs united in one paan when the stirring Of spring
tnrotbbing of her awakening soul; and peace came
Here, where she had entered into her Sabbath. he
tound lou her white robed and gracious smiling amid
its array Of unspun raimert Natures narcotics
sounds sweiied its undertones to to the harmonious
cnprus OF blackbird, thrush and wren.
Sc. scene of their last angry parting not without
m this iE hs soT Was The m M hy f he
os an had de9xa Of fs Inu In that Of old them e rom
rage and reproaeh m had Ss cashed out d discordant
notes, IIe s ending in IN a wall for a lost happiness
Snts 4snasF tSs fsse The aesorsss 5a.s
scgs sGia the 20 Of as and us
the 1he change the paradox of sistence prevailed
old 1uo Of oI
time and place i'm in this her a' fragrant garden fos
Tered @ MS easerness to revert to old conditions to
parted ted youth He watched the varying expressions
OF Tbsv her face bsd t.o he told his old
and met today in friendship the chasm of dead
the cleft they stretched hands, and for a moment
Io6g0f the Int space The story was
go: we'll arranged naturea and finished plot to
theme and ssr1er 9Snfe heard se details for
mrs frst time the pity of it dimmed the radiance OF
she needed to readjust her preconceived judgments
in the earR Nou She sad ae s roo more
than those facts; new to her. could replace the
had schooed her5ef ffs seorn he Ike herse
be @ not d Hps oo bee r9 c
and enemy the bitter words Of reproach which s
destroyer of he happiness could. from the I'M
pr prison house make no ,S WAS
not be devils advocate to arraisn; having no good
tain was lifted from her sre5 old life. and ghosts
the past materialized Looking across the I valley, ley
white sail. spread bird wing. lay motionless
she had gained hers
aGns s P M t6a %en % e had o his
had eatenmyod days wakefu hopeless nshss hts
and her youth still hungered after the unattain-
ngs in its warm bosom and forsetf9ness had not
yet released her. BY, and by spring came the
hed the vacant days with their virginia. sweetness.
has m 21 aes ssng b1
to the barren heritage one womans malice 1;a had q
with % our HF Feeoysred e6ysT friendship she told him
| we afford to breathe requtescat on ootn DEAD
woman and unfruitful past; and let forgiveness be
But life, with its web of circumstance craved
3 bearing ing and and one less easy to be be disposed Dis & b on
now-and for their old loves saKe-what should
sappSs pse ca the E o f their b o'h but
the e, tree M needs its S soil E where n 1t may
Leave me lr nv peace and my garden. in the twi-
light + Of an9n my qpief Sbd fe ,,.d .oo for his
Rachel to be lightly dismissed the vrility Of man
desire % o Of his % heart was toward her She searched
for her girlhoods lover beneath the lines and fur
portuned for a favorable answer There was a
| developed strength in chin and jaw. but the old
Of a
| dering. she questioned whether the old embers In
be eknde By he Of his still
frame Then the thought of az she must give up
pulse @ nc to @ reiinqns her freedom to the which
6f her ndusry these are
Of hrelnss these dear fruits Of my labor Tears
tn her s a As b hy ss hea9y
| their serrated stems. clustering in sheaves where
yonder bloomed the straight hoilyhocks. rearing
proud heads above their neighbors. the foxgloyes
old garden was full of pleasant memories to bal
be he b o OF Of hf5
creating; bits she must abandon If she yielded 70
she sii had raised about tt her fe But already While
the rush of her emotion kept her back from a
broken and that the compass Of her desire
sung to her lullaby and she had slept drea ming
away the stress of living in discovered lotus
fantasy 1t.a vi had departed ~
From cump of silver birches at the end of her
garden suddenly full throated nightingale triled
its passionate love song. and the long low note
of it's mate ared call. The evening breeze
carried the fragrance of the flowers toward them.
One Of her roses. overblown. fell in her lap,
strewing the grass at her feet with its delicate
petals. All the beauty of the years held its germ
of decay; and change around her while
she strove to stem Its course. Out of the ruins
of mutability one thing alone was eternai-love:
and turning with sad eyes from her garden where
the shadows growing longer and her flowers
were folding their sleep. she looked UP into the
face of love with infinite content.-Qady's Pic
torial.