The Evening standard. [volume] (Ogden City, Utah) 1910-1913, 1910-09-17

suppose that with wing, a new chimney. some
piazzas, that would do il it were theirs
Why perfectly, Charles! And enough. besides
to keep tho wolf away" she added anxiously
we will have 6nc time together, putting it into
shape. You and l."
You will possibly have some Eastern rues?"
And ivories, and pottcrics and gods and devils
Let US say nothing about III Let us Just do it,
And, oh how delightful their surprise and low will
be-" And the flush and sparkle and smile made ,ho
old woman, for the moment. almost vounp ag,;,
1T will SEEM" he said what it might have seemed
forty years ago"
IF you-or I-had had friend in the 1nd,
trade"
by Jovcl You think hilarious-this living ones
lfe vicarously."
The lot of old age. Our happiness IN theirs,
They were silent brief space
1ou,will be lonely, EuScnia" then he said, "An-
gela being gone"
'No long AT most not long"
Il he deaths head at the feast" q
When the years have robbed and stripped US,
death reaches kind hand restoring our birth
right"
l have not your cquanimity | do not want
death. want life full and abounding, and more
of itI
You should go, your way back and take
those baths of high frequency or potency. or what
ever, that they give Paris Tor the new lease of
life
Not without you"
1 expcc; to have It, without going farther than
across the Dark River"
Strange" he said. presently That the old theo-
logical imagining, which spoke in hymns OF our
being bathed hereafter in rivers of light. antc;-
pated the scientific possibility"
- She sat with her needle on her lip. thinking
low happy she said, looking up, the softIv
cleaning eyes misting with unshed tcar-"how
happy Angela and Francis will bel"
Ihe summer wind brought them strain OF the
song Angela was singing in a voice slender bus
sweet as the sound OF flute over water:
Like rose the morning breaks,
Day is dear, and night is deep
Love be with her when she wakes
Love be with while / sleep~
He reached with the hooked handle of his stick
for long, loose spray OF the yellow Persian rose
and brought it down catch its thorns in her lace
and make scarf across her shoulders with ono
great blossom and half hundred buds
Like the morning breaks" he repeated
I'VE used to sing that song ourselves, Eugenia
When Francis sings it, l think hear your
golden tenor again"
The rose" said the old man. still gazing at her,
"has been the companion and symbol of love in all
generations 1t is as immortal as love Buried
in graves thousand years it will bloom again
And love that has been true love equally mper-
shable. Now l you you wereAwIth that
heavenly smile. What will you do without me.
Eugcnia?"
What have | done beforc5" she answered lightly
"If you go back overseas shall be looking for
lctter-may l not7 Tomorrow it will be coming
And then shall be looking for another And life
will be full of tomo1rows-such glad tomorrowsl"
But if do backi"
"Then there is the wicket gate between the gard
ems"
Gold comfort, Eugcnia."
"Oh no. In winter the will be swept away.
In summer the path will be strcwn with fallen
flowers"
"You were leaning there one evening with the
sweet brer blossoms empowering you, when the
moon came up and shone full upon you
at was behind you. And you stood there, dark.
and all surrounded with its aurcola9
"Eugcnia, it will take the of lives to
thread these memorics!
Like beads on a string Summer mornings win
ter cvcnings-if the wandcrust does not seize you.
All there is Angela coming. Did you any
thing swcetcr'"
Certainly haver'
"And Francis so tall and dark-thc image of YOU
at his age. Is it Already? Are they not like
pictures of people in the Vale of Temper II is you
that will have made their days like life in one of the
Islands OF the Blcst! See they suggest all the for
tunatc parallels. Dear me. how soon the morning
goes" looking at the dial, and her glance lingering
on its legend Time turns not back" She began
10 fold her work Il think luncheon may be wait
ing. Shall we so in? | cannot give you peppers and
eireers and hot Indian sauces. There is only bread
and butter and cream and strawberries"
II am growing used to cool things" he said.
"Come, children. Come down to earth' And
while with the aid of his stick he got upon his feet
she detached the spray of yellow roses shook it
lightly, and sent the petals OF its one great full
blown flower scattering the wind. That
at any rate. she aid to herself, is not immoralr'