The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1911-03-01
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you understand how much there is
to be said for what seems like a
hard rule. | want to show you how
wide life is, and how deep the hid
den things are. 1t seems to me
that the modern view is so incurably
| superficial
There was silence, while the
little easement curtain bent ihwards
with the breeze, sweet with the scent
of new-mown grass.
Begin" whispered Evelyn, her arm
about Evelyn's shoulder.
Il was just twenty-one," said Eve
lyn, when | found myself IL Lon.
don, living in a flat, with a chaperon
for the look OF the thing. but COM
pletely my own mistress. Until then,
most of my life had been spent
abroad. My mother was an invalidy
kind of person, left a widow, upon
what she considered most inadequate
means. She wished to educate me as
well as it could be done, and she
thought it impossible to do this in
travelled over Europe and even be-
yOnd. ! have been to the West Indies,
the United States, and India--many
times TO Madeira.
Il learned to speak French, Ger
man, and Italian quite fluently, and
to play and sing and ride-in short,
my mother made fetish of my ed
ucation, and sacrificed to it much
that she would have found pleasant.
We were in the most cultivated set,
in Florence, Rome, Dresden, or any
of the other places where we stayed.
I heard all the jargon of the day
about advanced thought, and the ont
worn nature of religion, and the mar
rowness of creeds and the ridiculous
ness of dogma. / was so used to
hear people say that their notions
were too wide to be shut up in any
one church that | grew to believe it
to be true. 1t never once struck me
to wonder whether tney had ever
considered what they meant by a !
church. They imagined that, if they
rubbed away all the edges of their
opinions till they were vague and |
indefinite, they might describe them
selves as broad. Nor did ever re-
fleet that breadth by no means pre- |
vents shallowness, but sometimes, on
the contrary, connotes it, Breadth |
was the only dimension they thought |
necessary for their views Height and .
depth were left out. There was no
true proportion in their thought. All,
well, sometimes there comes over me
again what | felt when-long after
wards / heard a sermon about St.
Johns vision of the City of God.
Do you remember? The first thing
ne HOllCtu dDOuJ II was JudJ lHe
length and the breadth and the
height of it We're equal 1t was
perfectly proportioned. ! have
thought, since, that with regard to
with regard to all the
questions that agitate us so much
today, this one thing stands out clear.
We like latitude. We don't want the
)ther two dimensions, necessary
though they are, to make the perfect
whole"
Il never thought of that said Ver-
non, quickly.
We'll! There | was, aged twenty
Two, as self-satisfied a young person
as you could meet in long days
walk. / thought I knew everything,
and | was sure that the life l led
was in all respects exemplary. / used
TO visit in hospital, and ! be-
onged to a dozen philanthropic
leagues, and societies for giving mez-
lotints to poor people to hang on
heir walls, and for Christmas din
ners for old horses, and every kind
Of faddism run mad. On Sundays I
used to so to classical concerts, and
picture galleries, and to Stage So
ciety performances, where I saw the