The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1909-11-28

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: Vain boascr," it called to me, j" is all very well
to be proud Of your beauty. You young now; YOU
talk Of the spirit of love and beauty but that is only
the beginning. I have had that too, and something
still greater for have the depths of suffering and
know that the only real nobility when one has
passed through these shadows and still hold himself
erect and smiling
At this only laughed, for knew that old houses
always grumbIcd.
1t in midsummer when evening he was late
in returning home She waiting for him in the
garden When nc came read IN his face that great
trouble had fallen upon them He whispered the words
TO her gently and afterwad she wcpt through that long
miserable night A week later they locked tho door
and walked away, the child between them,
At the OF the hill she stopped and looked back
at me longngly her eyes embraced me in their great
love, and heard her 1nurm,r Don't forget U.s. DEAR
dear Haven. We coming back-somc day"
Then ] alone, utterly alone with my blinds
closed tight and my darkcncd that the walls
began mold and the smooth CLASSY floors were deep
with dust But this was as nothing to me in my grief
their departure. felt that I was deserted and
left the mercy Of those who thought ME worthy to be
bought
Each morning bathcd my gables in the carly sum-
l would glow with the hope that perhaps that day they
might return but the lonely shadows Of the twilight
clustered about me, knew it was not to be.
In my grief and loneliness believe | aged more in
those few months that was empty than in the many
years spent with them. At the end of three drcary
months, awakened from my lehargy by the sound
of heavy carriage rolling up my gate The angling
of tho chains the restless prancng of the horses the
glitter OF the carragc-all told me that tho new
comers were rich They were accompanied by tho
hcartlcss who had bought me- and as he unlocked
the door and showed the strangers n ray of happ-
passed mc-thc hope that l might pass from
his hands forever.
The two womcn-tlcy were mother and daughter l
learned, when I had know then1-hcd their
dainty gowns high as they stepped lightly over my
dusty floors and criticized mc-detail by detail.
" A brick foor-how absurd, mama We must have
4 wood floor laid here at And how plain the
walls are! They will have be papercd And all this
white woodwork is so trcsomc, but VIC can have it
stained mahogany Yes, believe VIC can make it pre-
scntabc by spending money Papa do send for deco
rator once
Finally they took possession of me, and with them
horde OF workmen. I rcvcrbcratcd with ham,
mcrng my walls hung with heavy, dust-catching
cloths; massive unsuitable furniture was crammcd all
over me- until felt that l was myself no longer-that
another house stood in my place When all this was
done, rang with the sound OF music of laughter OF
endless frivolitcs There peace nor qcct self
communion left any longer. All was hubbub and
careless mcrrnent.
Thus l lived for decade. There were alternate
periods Of when The daughter and mother would
leave OH their tours and visits At such times felt
almost happy agaln-and the old man, the husband and
father almost his way into my heart by his louc-
and homcessness In way ne represented some
thing similar to myself for at heart he cravcd real
home, and yet was continually forced to live in what
nothing but thin imitation. But the friendship
between grew, for he did know how to be-
gin to love me- and before he learned the daughter was
married, and they moved away. Again I found myself
alone
Years and years OF Misunderstanding ou into an
eternity OF dreariness An endless changing oi faces
and FORMS some remaining with me for several years
others only few months Some OF them were sweet
children particularly little girl with soft brown
hair and gentle eyes. who in my garden summer
afternoons reading fairy tales and naming The flowers
after her many dream friends. She seemed 10 feel my
presence in such moments and the only happy expert
in the desert of my ycarsand that moment
the happiness OF sorrow-was when they took her
away The others calling her to follow them and
she slipped into the garden before leaving, and laid
her head against the big door kissing the broad panel