Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-09-17

| :" Ruth Will let thee out, sad the mother
| as he rose to go. Do not forget, Daughter
| TO lock the gate.
ii was going down the path that the Boy
sought and possessed himself of Ruth 5 hand.
| You will wait for me- RUTH he questioned,
| leaning against the gate, eyes shining, pulses
| atingle. / am going to do great things in the
World-soon. And then | will come back for
| YOU; for there is no one anywhere like you.
| You will watt
YEA. whispered Ruth, of a surety will
| | wait. And thou, with a shy laugh al an
| iinpulslve movement of his, must wait like
wise The Boy was on the other side of the
gate and she closed it softly, holding the key
in the lock- Il hate 10 lock thee out, she fall
| tered; then, as the big key turned slowly and
| the barrier between them gave her courage,
but in my heart, | trow, thou art fast
| locked in.
Surely. now, what more than this was
needed, even did not all the wild soul OF him
clamor for that battle with the untricd forces
OF the unknown world9 To wait yes, But
not for long. when there were heights of re-
nown TO scale and from their SUBMITS grasp
| the stars of Fame. And sudden great TRACE
dv crystallized all the chaotic ambitions into
definite purpose. Sitting in his old hickory
chair, as was his wont nightly, to watch the
ever changing glory of the sunset the Boy
saw it not And after he had followed him
| 10 the last resting place, the Boy faced the
world, not only an orphan, but practically a
beggar.
But he was fast locked within a maidcn's
heart. Oh, nothing to do then but ride forth
with DESTINY to conquest Drawer than knight
| OF Old. His heart sprang up to meet Fatc's
challenge like a warhorse at the trumpet S call.
And that last night, the eve of his de
parture, under the stars, Ruth kissed him.
Under the stars while he held her fast, and
his heart surgcd high in the wonder of its
first Young passion and the terrific sweep
Of its headlcng ambitions, with God knows
what mingling of purity and innocence and
iaWning woman faith and trust Ruth
kissed him.
And he cried aloud, holding her fast.
You will be SO proud of me, Sweetheart,
when | come back
And up to the shining stars went the
eyes of Ruth and then back to him with
the steadfast light of those mystery worlds
within their depths, while she whispered,
will count the stars till thee returns.
THE New Star. by the window, turned
and rested her forehead on the case
lncnt, the wonderful glory of her FURNISHED
hair, woven with moonbeams, falling across
the loaded panes. The Successful Dramatist
felt the splash of tears upon his hand. IF
it grievcs you-' he began.
Her eyes met his, very lovely under their
wet lashes. $50 on she entreatcd. "Tell
me how the Boy found Fame"
Are you sure he found it, he questioned,
that Fame which seems to you the One
guest Of the hearts desireo'
She made a movement as of dissenting in
tcrruption; but stayed herself, looking at
him with a shy, inscrutabe look, half elf,
half sibyl, wholly adorable, in the moon
light. For a moment he looked at her; then
began a slow pacing of the room.
NO need to tell the way of it, he went
on. "the heart narrowed, rock strcwn way
of it. Disappointment, Disillusion, Lonc-
ness, they are the grim Three who weave
the garment men call Fame with often
skeleton Hunger for the tailor. But" he
ceased his pacing, and crossed once more to
the chair beside the table, "the garment
was fashioned at last. And one night, some
such night as this, Fortune flung it across
his shoulders. And on that night but one
thought flashed clear. Now, at last, could
he go to the girl who counted the stars.
The time had been long; for he had set
for himself the stern decree of a stubborn
pride. Not until dreams came true would
he go to her, And now he was going Oh,
Fame was sweet, 1t riotcd in his blood he
was drunk with its wine as he once more trod