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


of a white gown and pale green
rbbon3 And did one sec or dream
one saw another darker shape, bending and lifting
4 beech bough and passing on? Was it a trick OF
the eyes, or was it vision OF the past made all OF
shade and shadow
1T to mc. Eugcnla,' said the old man. seat
ing himself the old woman. leaning an arm on
the sun dial between them without consciously read
ing again the legend there, that ! have been in
another planet. that have been living the life of
some else that in returning from all those years
IN the Orient, l take up my real lie only by your
side
q glad you feel so; if only for the moment"
she replied, 81 myself have thought it might some
times be pleasant to forget all the long waste OF
years Youth is disturbed-agc is so peaceful
as age peaceful? l do not find it so. ] pass
my time detesting it. Why when my heart is
young, and feel the youth of ME in every thought.
should my pulses fail and my body become
wrcck-6gurc bent"
But 1t is not wreck" said the old woman look
ing up intcntly, you do not appear greatly
changed to me, although perhaps you did at first
Except in the way that the years have written the
script OF high thoughts and actions
High thoughts and actions OF life spent in
wringing wealth from the hcathcnl" not without
some bitterness. And then to go back and finish
on tho same lines. in the hot climate. and with the
hot dishes and the dark faces. For everything is
changed here. Not even you. Eugcuia. the
same"
oh know it," sighed the old woman Did you
not expect 1t That is If you thought at all
about it. Every year. as it passes. carries some
thing that was precious away with it a woman is
amused at her first gray hair; it is jest time has
played It gives her then strange sensation of
being human after all; and before that she had felt
full of an unquenchablc youth. But when one day
she finds her head silvcrcd then she is dismayed.
The white dust of the road to death has settled
her. She secs"
Nothing that is not. in lis way, lovely still-if
you are that woman. Eugenia She sees her head
powdered. it may be- if She were beauty OF the
seventeenth century. with her delicate brows, and
her eyes as soft and dark as stars in misty mid
night with faint on her checks
"Oh such faded rose" she sighed.
NO You are not the same But something every
whit as sweet"
Like the rose that is yelowcd and pressed in a
book"
Come come VIC must not speak in this fashion.
like two shades meeting outside the tombs. At least
am one" he said hurredly you, Eugenia, II
you were hundred, would still be young in my
eyes! The face OF sixteen summers swims over the
face OF sixty
"Thc sixty have not all been summers.
"Whcre you werc?"
do you remember one morning" she said, sud
denly when the honeysuckles in bloom, and
the bees and the hummng- g-birds made the air busy
and the southwest wind blew from the heldS where
they were tossing the hay in the sun; day like
this and you and l sat here by the sun dial, and
two Italian boys. going along. wandered in and
played strange their .Violins-'
Tunes that might have been played to the
Caesarsl Do | remember!
wonder vhat brought them o mind1 The frag-
rance of the new mown hay, maybe. l suppose
those boys with tho red crushed their golden
skins and their 1angushing large eyes. arc two hob
eobIius by this-if they not dust and ashes"
Even an old man can be picturesque. Ii he is
Italian"
you would sec beauty, Charles. in the bark OF
tree"
Il am not purblind-yet. One mornine-this was
at the beginning OF life you know-you dane
ing down that path wearing white gown and pale
green ribbon. | saw beauty then
She laughed
at is pleasant to have been thought beautiful
whatever happens" she said. They painted my
picture in that gown 1t hangs in there go and
look at it, and then, and feel though / had
been dead long while and were rcvisting the
glin,pses OF the When heard that you were
coming home often went Somehow. Charles,
disliked to have you sec it"
Hou-you felt hostile to that young girl"
II, so old, so old"
'You forever young"
Truly my friend you must use more measured
phrase The ground which we meet is that of
impersonal memories"
"And not hopes7"
"Ah, yes, for others. We ourselves have nothing
TO hope for Our happiness lies in the happiness OF
those dear to US. Mine for instance in that OF the
young girl you disappearing down the altheas
She wears white and pale green ribbons in IN inno-
cent iattery of my portrait
Then really saw her. And it was not some
glamour OF long ago, work of disordcred eyesight
tsut nerves-you yourself. and l by your side:"