The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1918-08-22
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(Copyright. 1918. Western Newspaper Union.
By r. M. oILMkR

ENstcnce, us Enlnn van NlVler |
planned it, was to be very pleasant |
affair, though Il had little enough |
about II of that strenuous life so ar |
IDENTIFY advocated by Mr.. Roosevelt. He |
had youth, and health, and wealth, and |
he pictured the future gay kaleido-
scopic mingllng Of golf, and polo po-
nies. and grand opera, and little sup
pers after the play.
Then, too, TO crown Il all. there
was Madge. Madge. tall and slight,
and sveltc, with the tawny gold in her
hair, and the eyes that changed with
every changing thought-that were
as bite as summer skies when
she smiled, and grew black as
midnight when she thrilled to any
deep emotion. Philip could hardly re-
member time when he had not loved
her. They had grown up, boy and
girl, together, with something singu-
larly similar In their fate. Both were
orphaned children, left to the unten-
der care of unwilling relatives, and
Philip never forgot the moment of
their meeting. His uncle's place ad-
Joined that of Madges guardian, and
he had been wandering about the
ground forlcrn and lonely childish
figure, when he FIRST came upon the
little maid. She gave one long look
Mt his somber face, and mourning
clothes. and then with the swift and
intultive sympathy that God gives
to even the youngest child, she went
up to him.
"Little boy" she lisped, for she was
scarcely more than baby, ''llttle boy,
Is 90 lonesome, and doesn't nobody
love 'oo?'
"No," he answered with a sob
from the depths Of his hungry little
heart.
''Don't c'y, little boy" she comfort
ed, slipping her hand In his. 81 Ill
love 'oo and 'oo won't never be lone
some any more" and, indeed, II seemed
TO Philip he had never been lonesome
again. There was always Madge.
But who may count securely on the
future? Move the Kaleidoscope ever
so gently, and It's figures change. One
turn OF the hand of fate and the bright
picture ones dreams painted are shat
tered forever. There came day when
Philip had to do. not with visions
of golden future, but with hard
and merciless present. Suddenly as
an unexpected thunderbolt came the
failure Of the trust company in which
his fortune was invested, and he
awoke one morning to find himself
that most pltiable of all creatures on
earth--the man who needs money, and
knows no way of earning 1t. He had
taken the blow standing, with smile
on his lips, like the thoroughbred he
was, and just how deep the hurt went
none knew.
"Plensant prospects," was his sole
comment, with shrug Of his shoul.
ders to those who would have con.
doled with him on his loss, "a beer
income, and champagne taste. Do
you happen to know the best way to
adjust themT"
He might meet the situation with
laughter and scofiing so far as Others
were concerned, but when It came tC
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ask her to marry beggar," he said
to himself, setting his teeth. and with
a face as white as death, "nnd I'm not
poltroon enough to settle down 0nt
live on her money" and there hat
been n terrible scene I'm which hi
had told her this, and released hel
from her promise to marry him.
"Oh, Philip, Philip" she cried
clinging to him, "what good Is all m,
money to me II I can't make thing,
easy for you? Surely there is NOR,
than enough for us both"
Then he tried to explain to her
blunderingly and haltingly, that some
thing that Is dearer to man than ever
love of woman-that something whicl
he must have, or die Of self-loathing-
his own self-respect.
81 couldn't live without It, darling
he said at last, passionately. "if CAV
In to fate without one struggle, ant
was content to let you support me,
should imagine your contempt for sucl
weakling In every tone of your dea
voice. should see 1t In every glanc,
Of your dear eyes. No, no, I must maxi
my fight and win my place in tn,
world Of men. or will die fighting ol
the battlefield. II / succeed / vii
come back to claim my own. If
fail, better man wins. Don't yol
see how 1t must be that way?"
And In the end Madge "saw." Th
sympathy that always understood 9th
ers was part Of her charm, and Philil
went away.
At college he had rather distinguish
ed himself by some clever skits Il
the college journal, and so 1t SCENE,
natural to him to turn to Journalism
as the most available way of settling
the bread and butter problem.
friend obtained a place for him on tn
staff Of the morning Asterisk, wher
he began Mt the bottom Of the repor