The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1909-01-22
Despair of Ever Seeing the World.

despair oi fNtf Sefih- ti't Nof'u'
The afternoon had waued and the
sun set. The violet. rose and honey
suckle dropped their heads despond'
ingly.
We've never will see what lies
in the shining valley they told one
another.
But with the morn they looked ont,
more hopeful, revivifed by the beauty
OF the day, which lent 10 the far
away prospect new enchantment and
loveliness. Oh. the world; the fair,
sweet world! The violet eXhaled the
perfume of desire; the rose opened
its leaves as il il would expose its
heart 10 the light and the honey
suckle tossed its curious. yellow head
Every blade of grass was bedia-
monded; the insects sang in what
seemed a mighty glade OF jewels
, Cleaving the air, lark scared high,
and then vanished toward the goal
of all longing. the beautiful distance
Must we lie here unseen?" asked
the violet. "Why did | not have the
color of a poppy? Who would see
little mower IKE me-
"Hush!" said the rose. Look!
Perhaps"
And, truly. a woman was approach
| ing, dragging by the hand child
who could just walk But IL the
little one was small, he had keen
eyes, for suddenly he clutched the
violet. A cruel grasp that bruised
the sensitive leaves; a swapping and
rending; then darkness, which after.
ward became a half light. In the rir
gathered petticoat of the woman the
violet lay with a thousand other flow.
| ers.
Now, Kind, we have enough" said
| the woman.
What followed until the ceremony
of the sacrihcial offering TO the hun.
| CRY waters was like dream. Hymns
professions! The voice of the priest
the shrill singing of the children.
The good Lord bless us this day OF
light,
And make us. like the flowers, pure
and bright.
A sudden burst Of sunshine, a low
! ering petticoat, and the violet, to-
! gether with the rest OF the aromatic
! tumble, was cast into the water
! With the cool freshness of the rush
ing stream. failing life returned, and
new eXhilaration. delight, anticipa
! tion carried IL on with mad impetus
The End of the Merry Flight.
The merry stream threw the flower
gayly over tiny waterfalls, whirled il
dizzily in little eddies, raced 1t wildly
! down an even flow and cast it tenn
| porarily into a concourse OF buds and
blossoms whose flight had been
| checked by protruding rock. For a
moment the stream battled with the
! great stone for the flowers; with
| foamy rushes IL strove for them, until
finally, clasping them once more in its
| embrace, it carried them on toward
| the valley.
This, then, was life; n rapturous
| flight; thrilling journey, opening up
new vistas on every hand! Was it
not better than the nook near the old
wall? How long would It last? For
ever? How wide was the kingdom OF
! the unknown? Unendng?
The turbulence OF the early flight
! became succeeded by comparative
calm, as the stream broadened and
! the slope OF the land became less
and less. The foam and sparkle OF
the precipitous journey gave way 20
the even tenor of a serene and tram
| quill movement, a slower progression,
until, finally, the flowers rested in the
| shadows of pool.
Night found them still waiting for
+ the resumption of the onward jour
ney, but the waters remained stag
nant. Trailing shadows obscured It's
! depths, cold and steely shown the
stars. The break OF day discovered
no change in their plight. Poppy and
violet faded in the muck on the bank.
Far above on a grassy nook, be-
| meath the crumbling wall, the rose
| and honeysuckle still sighed for the
! flight into the valley and bewailed the
! fate which had withheld them from
| the quest-New York Journal.