The Washington herald., 1910-07-17

No news from Jack, but Jimmie brings
the violets now instead Of sending them
He diverts me and often Instead OF one
face in the mirror there are two as the
twilight falls about US. 1 tried to fight
my longing out by myself. but like the
ghost In the story st would not down. p
Jimmie is helping me now, and an
looking forward to the hours that he
spends with me in spite OF myself
wonder IL he knows H. OF course he
does, or he would not come here. He
has made me realize that I must live
more in to-day. In other words that
yesterday is tradition; tomorrow suppo-
sition; to-day-the only admissible evil
dence we can offer in the great suit Of
life VS.. death.
Each day new spirit enters the world
on the wings of dawn. we may welcome
him or ignore him. He brings enlighten-
ment. peace. impulse. He tarries not
with those who cling to yesterday. nor
TO those who dream of tomorrow. but to
those whom sleep has bRthed in forget
fulness and innocence. whose hearts bea,
joyfully TO the songs OF birds when they
open their eyes 10 the thrilling light and
In a child's mood take up the days work
and play.
To be alive! To seek TO know Mother
what makes the grass grow? Father
who made God? The trusting. question
Ing eyes look not IN vain for answer
This attitude OF faith and prayer TO be
enlightened must bring light.
Sometimes almost hate myself for
being interested in anything but my own
what was I going TO say? Not thine
the lips IN the mirror form the syIlables
with bitter curve. and then l think
such painful things that when Jimmie
comes and leans over my chair 1.-The re-
action is so great that do foolish
things.
The close society Of a man units a
woman for a life without II. She never
again takes the same attitude toward
woman that she once did. She can never
again know entire content m their So
ciety; never again have the soul friend
ship with one. Those friendships OF
former days matched with the friend
ship OF love OF this are "as moonlight
unto sunlight" So she is usually more
or less lonely until another man comes
into her life, and II no other 10 her liking
comes. her life is but a sort OF waiting
at a railway station, as It were.
write 70 Jack sometimes. not really,
truly letters. as the children would say,
but letters which know he wifi never
see. / am beginning TO feel that I never
knew him. and know this break widens
daily and that never shall know him.
So I write tonight:
Dear Jack; Can yuu not look upm A distinc-
bound that is set between the thing you were and
The thing you are-sepanting the belief from ths
actual the real from the unreali Do yo-i not CON
prehend the meaning n he story Of the youth wht
fell dead at the unwilling Of Truth
] know that am afraid 10 meet you. You might
So that stranger looks At y0u out Of ny eye.
and speaks 70 yoa with my VOICE
Tine. the Magician. has wrought 50 many change.
IN these, or changeHl lives. He has hreathea 10
hrsaths upon germs that gave DO sign q life IN N,
old days. and he has lsid an icy finger upon IN,
rae thst fed It's splendid beauty upon oor heart
blood. Other flowers We hare-the old ssee
shrubs that srTing up with little care or cnsf mr.
sistently beautf5ing the old wsIs-hgt TIE ruse th
flower q love blooms no more In her old radisucs
The hesrtsesse, a. cTef blew outside Elvsisr
fields. may Tos In modest beauty upon the olc
place. but the roee-we miss the rose
Go away. Jimmie. This night bury the Old love
Leave ne alone.
Tonight viii revel with the dead past-and then
Oh, Jack, no more Of me and thee
To Pain which euTelors ne like a flame;
To Pain that withers me like a c7Irse;
To Pain that Taerces me ike a sword
I-drnk-my-tears
ALICE GARDINER WHIPPLER.
Mountain air is initiated for the use
OF invalids.