The Garland globe. [volume] (Garland, Utah) 1906-191?, 1906-06-23

tnelr own sakeS. lne LOru VIII frO-
vide Welcome No Cross, No Crown
Il cling to them all, even IL they are
Fashioned" Her voice ended In
little sob.
The elderly man cleared his throat
with mighty noise and patted the
plump little hand in wordless sym
patty.
"Anyhov' when IL comes TO the old
drama we're all rightr' he ventured at
last. think Of those good old names
and the old standard shows they gave.
Plays that hurt nobody. and gave our
imaginations some small chance for ex-
ercise." "a tacit but vigorous opinion
OF the modern stage va conveyed in
the repressed growl with which he
concluded) The pretty color deepened
| little in the lady's face; sine looked
up, smiling brightly.
II have a certain tassel from the old
museum she said softly; II had to
have something"
And | have n gilt cherub from one
of the upper boxes" he chuckled
"Jove" he went on. his voice sinking
to confidential whisper, ITS good to
meet some one who has things to re-
member! Mrs. Merrydew-Annaw he
| said softly, do you ever recall piece
that answered to the name of the
Carnival of Venice or the Blue Dan
ube WaltzesT"
And the Last Hope and The
Maiden's Prayers and the Battle Of
Sebastopor? Can ever forget them,
You mean? And yet, IL l want them
nowadays I have to steal away and
lock the doors like criminal! And
what's the matter ?"-she broke Off
| suddenly as some memory of past
| wrongs darkened his face for a mo-
ment.
"Matter?" he echoed: perhaps you
noticed that at my parlor chat last
evening nobody listened or appeared
to care straw for my modest remin-
iscences of Holmes, Longfellow. Low
ell and Emerson I was doddering
old imbecile to have undertaken 1t, of
course. Everybody simply yawned I'M
til the lady monologist came on-the
humorist."
'Humoristv' calculated the little
widow, warmly. There was nothing
humorous about her except her bon
net-and our $50 doubtless went for
that creation" II that be creation,
give me chaosv'
IL was little lower than the JAM
tor" he continued gloomily. "And
the worst is yet to come. A sweet
young freshman from Yale, addressing
me as In your day (why Is that in
nocuOus observation so unfailingly ex.
| asperatingD said he supposed l was
acquainted with all the leading lights
of the early nineteenth century?
effaced myself before he could ask
about Washington and Lafayette, and
did sign the Declaration Of Independ-
ence. 1t was blood-curdlingT The
speaker mOpped his brow In fevered
retrospect. But the limit was reached
this morning, when some yOungster Of
fered to read me the war headlines in
the morning papers. made up my
mind then that I was considered in the
advanced stages Of paresis."
ITS fearfully aging. think to
meet such things" sighed the little
lady pathetically. And then-some OF
the old ways l simply cannot get over
Il don't want to try! The old hymns
lived by, and shall die by-that have
brought me through so much sorrow
and loss; there have been crises
never could have survived without the
help of those old tunes"-she was
weeping softly into a delicate film of a
Handkerchief.
"Never mind dear little woman
these things are our for keeps. and no
body can take them away" His voice
was full of sturdy optimism and SYM
patty, but 1t was very gentle, and 4
bit unsteady, too.
"Hsw he exclaimed, suddenly, sit
ting up straight as though struck by a
joyful inspiration. "Cheer up! I can
see where we get ahead of the new dis
pensation of things. after all! Haw!
Haw! l just happened to bethink my
| self of some old wine. inches deep in
| cobwebs, that these Internal young
sters would give half their possessions
| to attain! The spells are not always to
the young--ha! ha great joke, isn't
| II, er, my dear?"
Milady dried her eyes and smiled
family ut his new-found eXuberance
| OF spirits.
IL have some almost priceless old
laces, and some china such as those
rosy maidens have never even dreamed
of in their philosophy" she affirmed,
"and highboy and sideboard that are
worth their weight In gold, and some
I andlrons-you remember those an
dirons Of mothers, don't you. Ste
phen?" She blushed slightly as she
spOke-it had been IA quarter of Gen.
fury since she had called him Stephen.
"And possibly YOU forget the waf-
fies l made you one day"
"Waffies! say no more! l may be n
past, a pluperfect, but there are some
memories that tell me l have not lived
| In vain"'
THAT soup tonight" lie interrupted,
breathlessly, MRS. Merrydew-Anna!
| didn't II seem to you that 1t lacked a
faint touch Of something-somethi
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