The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1915-05-16

all was over until sleep could rebuild
The JOY lovers for action again. Tie
home drive was tedious, even my lady
was dull, though the showers of draise
and love songs fell in her ear through
out the evening. She WAS ready for
rest and besides her favored escort
she even longed for that hour the end
OF the drive, the freedom of home AMI
luxury of dreamland
There was so much pleasure in do
ing, getting things ready for the eclat
or the ball. the anticipation of bell
oom, but one could mark the undoing
as OF equal compensation, to relax and
think before the wandering stare OF
past scenes mad gone from view. Then
10 sleep and dream of life. of pur-
pose and genuine pleasure. that recre-
ation that puts in action head and
hand, heart and soul. These elements
mat minimize the ballroom and intro
duce the material life as the goal with
the other as incidental events to make
M the whole. I had seen society, | had
slipped through the taste of my pink
uress its pleasures and | had known its
emptiness and l longed to be free TO
either fall into the trash can again
with the privilege to end 1t all or catch
hold of the other side and see the real.
To know the facts of everyday life,
It's bitterness or It's sweets. to st.ug-
gle with these who toll and to rise with
5.
Thus l waited until the maid came at
break of day and took the red dress
worse tattered and more torn. with the
demand to save the lace. This was my
doom and the little fragments that
held together fell to the floor and left
me TO the mercy of a stranger | was
reno we'd and pinned to James pinafore
Oh, what a variety in life. but this is
experience. this is what we all pay
for.
This is not an unusual maid and she
was restless and idle. The first att
ernoon l was with her she threw ME
carelessly away and | was picked up
by tramp. oh, how ragged he was.
how hungry, how low in his plans
Content to loaf the world over, get
what could be gotten for nothing and
sleep in any old Jail. or course | was
pinned to him, TO live hardly, Just lc
pull around and loiter What an ideal
This would be good sphere from
which to leave the world of pins and
80 beneath the soil to be trodden ard
beat upon by weather and traffic
sometimes your thoughts come true
/ am lost the streets and glad to
he released from trampdom, though
while | lived in Its throes | made some
observations. All the world lodges
trouble The man or woman who car
ties countenance of worry, the
clothing of vagabond finds people
shy from them like the crows from n
scarecrows in a corn patch Not that
people are unkind but they are too
busy with their own demands to as
sumo tht troubles of an idler, not the
man in trouble, but the man who cries
at the expense OF others. the man VINO
tolls not and works not There are
cheerful SiNers to The worthy and na.
ture pictures the two classes perfect
iy- You cannot often be mistaken Even
an insignificant pin rises above the
footprints in the dirt and a woman
bending low picked me up and pinned
me to the dress of velvet. I don't know
why, but somehow | felt uncomfort-
able. | had seen the best in life and
now | felt | was doomed to the worst.
] was not wrong.
We went home together-home, that
word choked me when | knew its
meaning and knew its absence | got
close to the women, young in wears.
in experience grown. ] read her story
Life thrown away; disappointed weak
vain, and the world that was hers
was gone. Pictures on the wall wer-.
scenes of the past A framed photo
graph on the dresser told of mother
and the face spoke love ! thought
read sadness and ! knew her sorrow
This made me want to stay in my dis
picable place | wanted to change her
dress to see her beyond the depths
into which she had been led.
/ dropped from her dress and fell
to use again in one of her negligec
costumes. So ! was in position to
feel her heartaches. to know her an
guish and hear her longings for free
dom, even death. Poor, frail creation III
human form, you have taken the cup
of life to drink and you have been
poisoned. Cannot you rise above the
awful or reach out like me? Can't
YOU gain your release by your own
resolution Is it not worth while to
try? Not too late; start fresh; leave
the world and seek some dark cor
ner and hide until YOU can find your
true womanhood and then gradually
the sunshine will force its way Hope
lives for YOU as long as YOU regret,
repent and be forgiven. This is a prom
Use higher than earth. 1t is given to
the world When YOU have conquered
self YOU have overcome vice and then
you begin life.
Silence was only disturbed by the
dropping of tears on her pilloN--thc
frequent signs from her overburdened
heat and the perking of her nerve
wrecked frame but into the midnight
she dashes and amid throngs anil
crowds she rambles and then my des-
tin ybegns anew. | have fallen in the
dust and am buried out of sight.
know she wishes she had met my fate.
and I almost wish it. too | have hope,
she has none.
Confusing
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