The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1906-07-20

cast, I2IneF, the WOTSl Is ONSi. WhoS
mistakes you have made are forgotten
The future looks bright to me-.
Through innocent young eyes the
future is ever bright, but as we age
We find most of the sunshine OF either
side. and we stand in the shadow be-
tween. Brave heart, glory in your
courage. God will provide for you; He
will not let my shadow fall on you.
Yours shall be the joy OF living, mine
shall be the pain. God bless you!
wonder how l shall ever meet your
mothers accusing eyes"
Father, you must not dwell upon
this any longer; for my sake you
AUST not. When everything is palu
lhere will be a little left enough till
and my violin find something to DO.
After all, the worlds applause must
be fine thing l can even now see
the criticisms in the great newspapers.
"A former young society woman, we'll
known in the fashionable circles Oh
Washington. made her debut as coll
cert player last night She is a stun
ming Young person. "A young queen
of the diplomatic circles, here ana
abroad. appeared in public as a violin
tss last night. She is member OF the
most exclusive sets, and society was
out to do her homage one OF WASH
ington's brilliant young horseWomen'
and SO forth Away down at the DOT
tom of the column, somewhere, they
III, hn
well for an amateur" In all her trlal,
this was the one bitter expression, anu
she was sorry for it the moment II
escaped her.
Happilv her father was not listening
He was wholly absorbed in the mystery
of the Cancelled note.
She had mounted Jane and was gain
ering up the reins, whlle JAMES
strapped on the saddle-hamper ms
done. he climbed into the saddle ana
signified by touching his cap that all
was ready. So they rode forth IN tne
sweet freshness of that November al
ternoon. A steady wind was blowing,
the compact white clouds sailed swift
Nv across the brilliant heavens, the
leaves whispered and fluttered, hither
and thitber wherever the wind listed:
it was the day of days. 1t was the last
ride and fate owed them the compen-
sation of a beautiful afternoon.
The last ride! Warburton's mouth
drooped. Never again to ride with her!
How the thought frightened his heart!
What tug it was going to be to give
her up! But so it must be. He could
never face her gratitude. He must
disappear, like the good fairies in the
story-books If he left now and she
found out what he had done, she would
always think kindly of him, even ten
derby. At twilight, when she TOOK out
her violin and played soft measures,
perhaps a thought OF two would be
given to him. After what had hap
pened-this contemplate MASQUERADE
ing and the crisis through which her
father had just passed-it would be
impossible for her to love him. She
would always regard him with sus~
picion. as a witness of her innocent
shame.
He recalled the two wooden plates
in the hamper. Whom was she going
to meet? All, well, what mattered it.
After to-day the abyss OF eternity
would yawn between them. How he
loved her! How he adored the ex-
quisite profile, the warm-tinted skin,
the shining hair! And ne had
IoSt hort An that last ride!
The girl was holding her head high
because her heart was full. No more
to ride on a bright morning, with the
wind rushing past her, bringing the
odor of the grasses. of the flowers, OF
the earth to Jingle her nostrils; no
more to follow the hounds on a win
ter's day. with the pack baying beyond
the hedges, the gay, relocated riders
sweeping down the field; no more to
wander through the halls of her moth
er's birthplace and her own! Like
breath on a mirror. all was gone. Why?
What had she done to be flung down
ruihlesslv? She, who had been brought
ND In idleness and luxury. must turn
her hands to a living! Without being
worldly, she knew the world. once
| she appeared upon the stage, she would
| lose caste among her kind. True, they
would tolerate her but no longer
would her voice be heard or her word
have weight.
Soon she would be tossed about on
the whirlpool and swallowed up Then
would come the haggling with mana
gers. long and tiresome journeys,
! gloomy hotels ard Indifferent fare, Gu
rioys people who desired to see the
time fashionable belle; her por-
traits would be lithogra 2hed and hung
| up in shop windows, in questionable
| resorts. and the privacy so loved by
| gaAtlewomen gone; and perhaps there
would be insults. And she was only
IN the threshold OF the twenties, the
-.5icr IT, blooming twscties!
D.ring the Ions ride (for they COW
| a~od lil,a eoNsnn YOiloZ( nor