The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1918-12-02
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TRULY LOVED"
BY AGNES C. 5RooAN.
Observation-Disclosures


gratfed like the whms Of princess
in a fairy tale. Not unlike princess
was Gloria in her pretty lmperious-
ness. Perhaps IL her mother had lived
the little girl might have had some
realization of life outside her castle
walls. AS 1t was, an indulgent busily
| absorbed father saw that nothing was
lacking for her advantage and welfare
Gloria danced her mornings away
among the flowers, bought all the pret-
| ty things in town which might take
her fancy made here and there a
friend, and knew no responsibility, so
ii was not strange therefore, that the
child who had so readily obtained
each coveted toy, should turn from
them AL TO seek the unattainable.
TO Gloria in her fresh young wom-
anhood, the unattainable, meant ro-
nance. Here alone her absorbed faith
er enforced discipline. She must learn
naught of love or lovers until calm
reason came to her. Love, IN the eyes
of Gloria's father was youthful mad
ness which in passing often left sor-
row. Wisdom of choice was in his
opinion, the true foundation for mar
riagc. SO possible admirers among
the young men Of his daughters ac-
quaintance, were made aware Of their
lack Of welcome in his home.
Looking up one day into the face of
her singing teacher, Gloria realized
that here was young man at her
side, humble indeed, but tall and good
to look upon. SO Gloria smiled, and the
singing teachers voice trembled on a
high note After that, romance un-
folded quickly.
The girl in her farthest imagining
had not been able TO believe that love
could come so quickly. Yet, here it
was, love in the heart Of the young
music teacher, openly patent even to
her inexperience.
His eager eyes would seek her out
upon the long piano bench, before he
had entered the room. Big and alto
gether strong as John Harmon was, he
would pause all at once tremblingly
abashed in the girls presence.
And Gloria laughing der silvcry
laugh rejoiced in her quickly learned
conquest.
And then came the serious awaken
ing Of John Harmon's proposal. Gloria
had never dreamed that he would dare
ask her TO marry him. That was pre-
sumption beyond possibility. She,
leiress TO her fathers wealth, an ac-
nowledged princess in power to her
fAwnspeope; he-a music teacher
hired at so much per hour.
Gloria's heart pounded angrily as
she refused him. Or was this strange
pain all anger? she wondered. ne John
Harmon, white-faced, turned to her
and made his only response in song.
Bitterness seemed to have no place in
her lovers heart; earnestly grave, his
eyes held hers.
The heart that hath truly loved
Never forgets,
he sang,
But az truly loves on
To Its close
Gloria tried TO Danish the haunting
sweetness of that voice-but it was
with her still through all those years
that had passed.
During these years, fortune had
ruthIessly turned its great wheel. Lit
tie Gloria, trained for the luxurious
IN life. was forced abruptly to 80 out
into the world, dethroned princess
indeed - seeking her livelihood.
Worse than all, she bore with her the
brand of shame. For her father, dying
suddenly, had been found great de-
fauIter--a defaulter of money placed in
his trust. The sale of his home and
estates was insufficient to cancel that
indebtedness. So, bewildered, rejected
Of her supposed friends Gloria had
made her way since that time, alone.
Her office position sufliced barely TO
pay her needs. Painstabingly she had
made over, one by one, old clothes, for
later requirements, but Glora's mex
perience made of the remodeling little
success.
It was her old love of music which
caused her TO accept from the head
of the office staff ticket to noted
concert.
"You must hear this singer the
woman said; ''he is the >country's COM
ing idol"
Gloria sat behind a pillar in the mu-
sic hall She wanted to conceal among
these gayly dressed people her Old
suit. When the welcome of hand-clap-
ping died away she raised her face to
see the singer. Straight over the
heads of the crowd, John Harmon was
gazing down upon her. In his eyes
she read a light of sudden joyous dis
covery. He smiled as he acknowledged
the applause, but his smile was for
her. With a warming glow the reali-
cation came TO her. Then his glorious
voice rang through the hall. He had
ignored the number on the program.
Gloria waited breathlessly.
Oh, the heart that has truly loved
Never forgets-
so John Harmon sang.
A quaint little creatureNeft the hall
at the end of the song. Quick as she
uas In reaching the street, the singer
was there before her.
"Gloria," said the man, Il have been
erAai.fno t0 Won again I'm song"