Arizona republican., 1910-12-26


 ribbon: And did see, dream saw another darker shape, bending and lifting beech bough, and passing on: Was il a trick of the eyes. or was it vision oi the past made all of shade and shadow:
 Tt seems to me, Eugenia" said the old man. seat ing himself the old woman. leaning the dial between them without consciously read ing again the legend there, that l have been in another planet that l have been living the life of some one else that in returning from all those years in the Orient l take up my real life only by your side"
 q am glad you feel so; ii only for the moment" she replied "I myscl: have thought 1t might some times be pleasant to forget all the long waste of years. Youth is so disturbed-age is peaceful
 "Is age so peaceful I do find so I pass my time de;esting i,. Why when my heart is young. and feel the youth of in every thought, should my pulses fail me and my body become wreck-igure bent
 But II is not q wreck" said the old woman. look ing up ntently. 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 heathen" without some bitterness. And then to go back and finish on the same lines, in the hot climate. and with the hot dishes and the dark faces For everything is changed here. Not even you, Eugenia, the same"
 Oh I snow i" sighed the old woman. "Did you not expect it That is if you thought at all about it. Every year.. it passes, carries some thing that precious away with it woman is amused at her first gray hair; it is jest time has played. II gives her then a strange sensation of being human after alI and before that she had felt full of an unquenchable youth. But when day l.. -.-I- Lo.j -,I,, zhe i- wed The white dust Of the road death has settled on her. She sees--'
 Nothing that is not. in its way, lovely still-if you are that woman. Eugenia. She sees her head powdered. it may be. as fl she q beauty of the seventeenth century, with her delicate brows; and her eyes as soft and dark as in misty mid night. with faint rose on her cheeks"
 "Oh such faded roser she sighed
 No You are not the same. But something every whit as sweet"
 Like the rose that is yellowed and pressed ir a book"
 Come. come, we must not speak in t.is fashion, like two shades meeting outside the to.1bs Al least, | am one," he said. hurriedly. You Eugenia, Ii you were a hundred. would still be young in my eyes! The face of sixteen summers swims over the face of sixty"
 "The sixty have not all been summers
 'Nhere you were:
 Do you remember one morning, She sald, sud- denly, when the honeysuckles were in bloom, and the bees and the humming birds made the air busy. and the southwest wind blew from the fields where they were tossing the hay in the sun; day like this; and you and I sat here by the sun dial, and two Italian boys. going along wandered in and played strange their yiolins- Tunes that might have been played to the Caesars Do I rememberr'
 q wonder what brought them to mind? The frag- rance of the new mown hay, maybe. l suppose those boys with the red crushed on their golden skins, and their anguishng large eyes, are two hob gobns by this-if they are not dust and ashes" Even old can be picturesque If he IS Italian"
 "You would see beauty, Charles, in the bark of a tree" T am not purblind-yet. One morning-this was the beginning of life, you know-you came danc- ing down that path. wearing white gown and pale green ribbon saw beauty then"
 She laughed.
 "It is pleasant to have been thought beautiful, whatever happens" she said. They painted my picture in that gown. II hangs in there. ! go and look at 1t, now and then, and feel as though had been dead long while, and revisiting the gmpses of the moon. When I heard that you were coming home l often went Somehow, Charles, l dsliked to have you see it."
 "You-you felt hostile to that young girl" "I so old so oldl"
 "You. forever youngw
 Truly. my friend, you must measured phrase. The ground on which Is that of mpersonal memories"
 And not hopes:"
 "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 saw disappearing down the altheas. She wears white and pale green ribbons in an inno cent hattery of my portrait"
 "Then l really her. And it not some glamour of long ago, work of dsordered eyesight, taut nerves-you yourself and I by your sde:"