The Frankfort roundabout. [volume] (Frankfort, Ky.) 1882-1908, 1907-03-09
[For the Roundabout
A RAINY DAY.

LOnSlellOWS poem recalled SAD
memories. Into each life some rain
must fall, some days be dark and
dreary," but aunt May" couldn't
reconcile herself to believe this, and
told us over and over again that life
is what we make it," and so we read
over old letters, laughing at the ex.
pressions of rare, sweet affection, and
crying over the loss of dear ones dead.
Then Peg" suggested making
candy, which at once interested the
children, and we grown-up folks en-.
joyed eating after the CONNECTION was
pulled
Looking out of the window we saw
lakes of water every where, in all di.
rectiOns. while mist of vapor white
as the walls of Jerusalem in poetry,
and deep as the pool of Sloan, en-
wrapped us with garment of un.
known texture.
A feeling of resignation came over
us! Suppose we played as do the
children that we were lost some
where? That we were inhabitants OF
some island lost to the eye of even
the ancient mariner. Let's do it,
said the wise man who sat opposite,
"I'll get boat and together we can
sail the seas over. Come" And
foolish like she followed him as she
had always thought to do through
life into another eternity.
They packed up the lunch in a pink
slip basket, it consisted of biscuit,
sack of candy and a package of chew.
ing gum.
She wore her old blue dress with
a rain coat. Her hair tied up under
a big brimmed hat with a veil of blue
for a covering; and her hands
enveloped in pair of uncle Ben's
gloves.
The wise man" put on uncle Toms
overcoat. and hts old white felt. a pair
Il rubber boots and q section Of gloves
made him a creature much to be ad.
mired. }
They were full of excitement over
the contemplated outing. No convoy
of princess could have held nobler
freight than the bonny boat in which
they "set sail' for the enchanted
hnd to which they journeyed. The
"%ise man" had the last word: Are
you afraid?"
"Not L." Said the woman who like
Longfellows' Indian Maiden held
silence as sweet morsel. And the
boat pushed off, They were away up
on the sea of mist. The woman
shivered and the right arm of the
"wise man" held her in a close EN-.
brace.
It was all so real. just like the story
told in the picture book, playing with
uncertain fate. The white curtain of
mist parted letting them into a
beautiful sea of emerald encircled by
water lilies, swans in the warm sun
Billy tHO dlnlOophClC was iCuO-
lent with perfume.
The silence grew with renewed
presence of comradeship. The two who
had promised faith sat entranced with
hands clasped and idle oars. 1t was
indeed an ideal vision seen through
colored glasses. Twill you go through
life with me, dearest, and endure the
poverty or riches, and the frowns of
friends"
Sh3 answered with quivering lips
and wet lashes:
IF it to be only as told story in
the book of pictures, just make be.
lieve happiness of your own imagin.
ing, or am to trust all you say with
the faith that knows no wavering?"
He turned his face away. Long
thoughts were his. Had he best tell
her that it could never be, or let the
"play go on" in the sweet simplicity
of childs dream!
Back to the old worn out world he
turned the boats head, and spoke to
the woman as gently as if she had
been the wife of his youth.
"The play is over, dearest" Life
is too real for fabrication. See the
coming shower and your sweet face
is as white as the lily pads. For.
give my bringing you out into this
enchanted world and forget that we
sailed together to the Isles Of Play"
The boat grated on the land. Hand
in hand the two friends walked
through mist up to the real earth