The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1910-08-21

II wild bird should come out Of the
woods and sing under my window. 1t
would thrill me more than any orchestra
in the world-so deeply does spontaneity
affect me.
Something akin TO that happened this
morning I sat in the sunlight reading.
when a fitting shape crossed the page.
A moment more and again a winged
creature flashed between me and my
book, and glaucing down I saw, 70 my
delighted surprise. a great golden butter
fy. resting-no. quWering. on my breast
For an instant it poised its cleaning
wings against the white laces OF my
gown, and was comeback into its own
wonder-worId.
How came it here. m town. so far
from its own haunts. and what led il
away from the heart Of a flower 10 the
heart Of a woman?
shall regard it as good omen. The
japanese use the exquisite symbol IN end
less legends and paintings. Then. re
membered the beautiful picture OF Psyche
at the Brook. with the butterfly poised on
her shoulder
watched YOU in your giddy circles across
blue space. intoxicated by your joyous
dancel
What world OF sense do you possess,
wonder. You know and feel-but how
much?
Butterfly Mystery, We marvel at the
elaborate preparation Of your frail house.
Made for an hour, but painted like how-
crs and FURNISHED like gems. and touched
with the mystery and grace OF life, you
float in the sunshine and move with sweet
impulse toward your kind.
The secret Of your existence lies folded
in your jeweled wings-Butterfly Mystery.
YOU are love made visible-beautiful
quiverjng. eyanescent!
The little drawing-room is sweet with
field flowers, and a fire sparkles and
crackles in the CRATE for it is Septem-
Der and the air Is cool.
Two familiar faces glance into the
magic mirror. They are both slightly
tense, slightly pale, but they smile
bravely.
I wrote you letter Jimmie"
Eyes. yes; I have it. but I would not
read it, I could not. 1 know my fate"
and he took her hands. and with slow,
tender touches, opened the fingers and
gravely kissed each rosy palm.
Jimmie" she whispered. II do care
20. so much I cannot tell you how much.
I can hardly face tomorrow without
you"
He interrupted her
Wait, dear, until I say what must
I do care for you I shall always love
you while I remember anything. but life
without Jack will be a different thing to
me. can never care so much for any
thing again-for myself for life for M 4
or child. and this fragment. shall I say
fragment Of a heart? l shall keep to my
self, but I trust you utterly and you
understand rle better than I do myself,
and when you read the letter which I
wrote you will see that first reasoned il
out and thought my conscience alone
stood between US, Jimmie, but that there
IS something else, too, which I once
thought quite, quite dead"
I love you deeply. dearly" he said.
She did not speak.
"Humbly," he whispered. letting his
head sink slowly upon the hands he stlll
held
She disengaged one hand now and
lightly touched his hair. He had been
told that heaven began here on this
earth. He knew Il now.
He felt the hand within his grow sud
denly cold. It broke the spell. and. look
ing Up. he saw a man leaning over the
back Of the couch; over the white shout
der resting against it and the distorted,