The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1904-04-27
! The Resurrection.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
by Mary Belle Poole Mason.
airy Belle Poole Mason.

dead-thank God! 1 alone of all
who had sung the praises of those
beautiful star-like eyes stood there to
close down we'll over them the soft,
creamy lids for all time-for strange,
beautiful or horrible eternity.
Very calmly l composed the slender
limbs. Those tired feet would rest
now; that weird, imaginative, tor
tured brain had ceased to fertilize or
materialize; that heart-a poets I'M
readable. joy-snatching, self-agonizing
heart whose depths so few of us can
even conceive of, much less penetrate
had ceased to beat.
Yes, the end had come-the end of
all things for her
All, how much she had always been
denied that she had longed for!
A small. not too plentiful fed
canary, In an odd, looking cage
that hung in her window, broke sud-
denly into perfect joy-food of song.
1t, too, seemed to be thanking God
for her release. Her small room looked
so like herself with it's dainty hang
ings Of pink, and the bed, on which the
remnant of herself-that singular, at
tractive, almost wholly unknown self
lay, was white, with delicate lace
covering.
A book or two lay side by side-both
looked worn out from reading. A half
finished manuscript with the pen still
in the ink lay on a little table, where
also bloomed forth from tiny pot a
purple heliotrope. A photograph of 4
beautiful, silyer-haired woman, her
mother, another of splendidly hand
:some man in the flush of fullest youth,
with blue-gray eyes and gold-tinted
hair, and yet another of man with
hlue-gray eyes also, but with hair
turned prematurely silver-gray and a
mouth sweet as a woman's, but strong
ITO endure and strong to deny itself
the Joy of other lips beyond his reach
Pictures are these of two men in all
her life that she had loved. There
were dozens of them she had admired,
f1irted with, laughed at, worshiped for
their culture or physical perfection
These two she had loved.
l did not weep for her-not one
single tear. All, no! When the breath
suddenly stopped bent over her, and
a thrill of Joy such as had not fel,
for years permeated my very being.
She could not suffer any more; and
she had suffered so much
lighted the peach-blow shaded
lamp-how we'll she knew the eternal
fitness of things. Everything beauti-
full appealed to her more intensely than
to anyone l ever knew.
Once she had said Tin these last and
saddest days of ally: 81 am sybarite,
with my intellectual and physical pal
ate always unsatisfed." l turned the
light bit higher.
How quiet the room seemed since
she had ceased to be of it and part
of it. How she had always filled up
any place where she was, with that in
explainable force Of her own PERSONAL
ity. My thoughts kept going back,
back, back, back-to beautiful man
sion. on a fashionable boulevard
There is that intense hush of ex-
pectancy. Joy, doubt pain and hope
dwell in every breast. The servants
move about noiselessly. The great
machinery of homework stands al
most STILL Then the doctor comes
smiling out of a luxuriously furnished
apartment: All is we'll. 1t is a
beautiful girl baby. weighing ten
pounds
There is great rejoicing And one
day the nurse brings pompously out
long bundle of silk and lace and per-
fumed embroidesies. and we are all
permitted to gaze upon it; for it is
topped by little brown head, a round,
creamy face and two great bits of black
velvet that dance and sparkle and
shine even then with a strange, I'M
movable something that held us al
most in trance. A proud father
losses her up in the air and exclaims:
"Why, she's going to be the beauty Of
the family. Such limbs, such eyes,
such patrician hands!'
Again the scene shifts. Reverses
have come. The mansion is gone.
see way up in the pinelands of
Mississippi little girl of ten years
iumptng lppe in a country schoolvard