Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1914-09-23
ELLEN ADATR HAS
A NEW AWAKENING
TO LIFE'S REALITY
She Arrives at the End of
Her Journey and Has Tea
in a Small Restaurant in
Philadelphia.

think that poets sometimes make the
Eravest errors. They sing of youth ana
eunpy days and happy hearts. Youth
typifies to them the sheerest happiness.
They cannot see that youth may mean
the sheerest pain.
When one Is young one wants go much
20 desperately much Then, oh! the heart
ache If one gets but little! The long
long thoughts Of youth are passing
strange-I know they stretch out TO
eternity, and always with vague new
restlessness. [ think it's happiness we
seek but under unfamiliar names. some
call it duty, some great career ana
some poor fools "a good time IN TINS
world. 1t cannot come ftpm outward
circumstances. - heart ut leisure from
itself" might bring it here-l DO not Know
- wish / thought of others ieehiSs
more. ..,.-..
xleam \ wide Kaleidoscope arch over
wet English fields To me the unlNets"
could hold nothing more fair y want
to reach the rainbow whore II ends
cried, and tramped for miles over WIG
scented heath. through dripping Wv'uS'
to catch that rainbows gleam. But az
ways it eluded ne. ! CRED my cnlu's"
heart out for an hour ,
Tbon mother gave me new toy WIN
dartinS quicksilver in it. | broke that 10Y
20 catch the cleaning netal-put there
again 1 failed! -,
moss AT least they know a quiet calm
and peace on many a furrowed. wrinkled
face 1 see such happy looks, They also
serve who only stand and wait
ARRIVAL IN PHILADELPHIA,
Nv train brought me to Philadelphia
on a summers day at o'clock. In the
big railway station l saw no familiar
face Surely my uncle must be tn'ts
TO welcome me. l knew he was the flnd-
hest man and on that one short visit that
he paid to England he had liked me well.
j waited by the bookstall for an age.
Strange crowds went by mo, as | stood
alone. The girls and women seemed SO
emartiy dressed, so fashionable. the
men all looked rather alike. / thought an
wearing the same sort Of hat-StItW.
with a highish crown. No one seemed
old and none seemed poor. America must
be a great glad place
At length l sought the nearest res
taurant, for l was tired and hungry. |
sat down at a little table. all alone. Why
had nv uncle failed TO welcome me? y
sudden thought then came and brought
relief. He must have sent a substitute,
Perhaps his wife had come and missed
me in the station crowd?
l raised up hopeful eyes and then
strange thing happened. A beautifully
Rowned woman slowly crossed the res
taurdnL ana Cdtllf 70 lllts N'''H@A4L FlAN
had the loveiest face, the most bewid-
ering beauty. A faint sweet perfume
clung about her gown, unlike the scent
of English flowers. She smiled the sweet
est smile and said to me: My child, why
--E+A--Gou all alone? Is no one meeting
your
II thought my uncle would have come"
1 said, "or perhaps my aunt-but l could
not recognize her, and she cant know
me-"
my dear" she cried. and utth the
kindliest gesture seized my hands, ARE
you the little girl we were expecting?
I've searched for You an hour! How glad
] am! I'm the new aunt"
This lovely new relation made me feel
quite shy. she looked so grand, she
made me talk and ordered light meal.
Your uncle sent me, as he was de-
tained." said she. "Our motorcar is
waiting to take you home to dinner. and
a welcome"
II will not bother You ana uncle long
] mean to work. I said. ''l think YOU
are the loveliest and the kindest thinEs."
a sudden shadow crossed her face.
PLEASE don't say that she said, as
If my words had hurt. Tell me about
your life at home"
] think the tuOdEates opened then:
my strange wall Of reserve went down.
told her of my English home, and OF
long walks upon the wiul-SWepr noOrs. I
told her how the wind sang In the trees
and how the little wOpd-sorreI grew
everywhere 1T Is so pure and fresh"
! said. ut has the tiniost, piNkest face!
I know you'd love my English home
Go on, 20 on she said, in hreathless
eagerness. "I-was-an English girl once,
too"
told her Of the freshness ~ the noors
$50 different from dusty cities and from
towns" I said. told her of the lovely
Sussex Downs, and how the dew lay long
upon the grass. Then next | told her ot
the artists words. And when ] met