Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-12-08

home and see how much of fool.
come. AS 1t happens, before cross over
| into the garden here, see Angela. l for
get time. think l have seen you your
self Something Of the old passion re-
| wives for an. iustant-the rose is in full
and perfect flower. And then you. you,
are standing in the dark doorway. An
electric touch sets the crystals into new,
droop a trihe. But, We gods, how sweet
it is still! 1t is you! And once more. as
| in the old days, I am yours. The fire
| may have been covered with ashes: but
you breathed on It, and it was flame. Eu-
genia. L am a man Of infinite sincerity
! "And caprice"
You do not think, even at this late
day. of making our lives one. Eugenia:
| land all the world laughing at two old
fools? oh. no.
Let them laugh that win. mean to
win. If not the old love, yet the old COM
partnership
"A cloud is coming over the sun. l
shall have to go in, fear. she salo.
gathering her muslins more closely. Il
hoped, when ! heard that you were sail
ing. Charles. simply that you would make
it right for Francis to marry Angela l
did not dream of past or future for you
or me. 1 thought If the boy had house.
and q certain sufficient income. he would
have the heart to work faithfully for fur-
Their advance
ITO tell you the truth. thought OF
| that, on the seas. But he is more or less
/ like me. Would he be long content with
the day of small things?"
/ But he would be in anchorage. There
| would be no separation"
F! Great heavens! Eugenia, II when we
| thought Of future
''You had no rich uncle to play the part
of the beneficent powers. Francis has.
And then Angela, I think. is strong
enough"
ITO hold her quarry
! IF you care to put it So"
4 The cloud had passed from the sun, and
she held her filrny work to the light.
little Indignation burns away tears. But
why be angry at palpable truth? She
! turned and smiled.
i LET ne see." he said. eagerly. There
is the old house on the hill. 1t still be-
longs to me, I believe. I suppose that
with a wing, new chimney. some piaz-
zas, that would do If it were theirs"
"Why, perfectly. Charles. And enough.
besides to keep the wolf away" she add
ed. anxiously.
1--WE will have fine time together put
ting it into shape. You and l."
You will possibly have some eastern
rugs?"
And worries, and potteries, and gods.
and devils
Let Us say nothing about it! Let US
just do it. And, oh, how delightful their
surprise and Joy will be!'' And the flush
and sparkle and smile made the old won-
an, for the moment, almost young again
ut will SEEM" he said what it might
have seemed forty years ago.
eff you-or> HAD had, frend IN the
India trade"
"By Jove! You think it hilarious-this
living ones life VIGOROUSLY"
THE lot Of old age. Our happiness IN
theirs"
They we're silent a brief space.
You will be lonely, Eugenia." then he
said, Angela being gone"
mot long. At most, not long.
1.-The deaths head at the feast:'
"When the years have robbed and strip
ped u.s. death reaches a kind hand, re-
storing our birthright."
II have not your equanimity. do not
want DEATH I want life, full and abound
ling and more of it,!
you should go. on your way back. and
take those baths of high frequency. or
lpotency, or whatever. that they give In
Paris for the new lease Of lie.
mot without YOU.
81 expect to have 1t. without going far
ither than across the Dark river:
Strange" he said. presently. that the
old theological imagining, which spoke in
hymns Of our being bathed. hereafter in
rivers of light. anticipated the scientinc
possibility
She sat with her needle on her lip,
thinking.
How happy" she said. looking up. the
softly cleaning eyes misting with an I'M
shed tear-'how happy Angela and Fran
els will be!'
| -
The summer wind brought them a
strain Of the song Angela was singing.
in q voice slender but sweet as the
sound Of a flute over water:
Like a rose the morning breaks,
Day is dear and night is deep,
Love be with her when she wakes,
| Love be with me while sleep.
He reached with the hooked handle of
his stick for long, loose spray OF the
yellow Persian rose. and brought 1t down
TO catch it's thorns in her lace and make
a scarf across her shoulders with one
great blossom and half hundred buds.
Like rose the morning Breaks he
repeated. I'VE used to sing that song
ourselves. Eugenia.'
when Francis sings it, / think hear
your golden tenor again."
The rose," said the old man, still gaz-
ing at her. has been the companion and
symbol Of love in all generations. 1t is
as immortal as love: Buried in graves a
thousand years it will bloom again. And
love that has been true love is equally
imperishable Now see you as you
will you do without ME, Eugen!a?'
What have done before:' she an
swered. lightly. IF you go back over
seas, shall be looking for letter-may
not? Tomorrow 1t will be coming. And
then / shall be looking for another. And
life will be full Of tomorrows-suchg glad
tomorrows!"
But if do not come back?"
Then there is the wicket gate between
the gardens
Gold comfort, Eugenia."
ooh. no. In winter the snow will be
swept away. In summer the path will be
strewn with fallen flowers
You were leaning there one evening
with the sweet brier blossoms empowering
you. when the moon came up and shone
full upon you-''
"It was behind YOU And you stood
there, dark and all surrounded with its
. aureola.''
"Eugenia, it will take the rest Of oul