The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1918-07-19
GROWING GLORY
BY MILDRED WHITE.


paSSeu neI ny, leuNilS 50 lew Oh us |
pleasures. For surely this silvery |
shimmering crown upon her head was |
proof that youth had gone, and she |
must no longer deceive herself with |
It's possible coming joys"
Thoughtfully she Embossed the heavy |
coils of hair, letting it fall In a wavy |
mass about her shoulders, almost, 1t
seemed to have turned white in a
night. A few silvery strands which
appeared from time to time had not
seemed to matter, but now-Con-
stances dark eyes were brooding and
pathos curved her red lips. Always
she had been attendant upon pa
t1ent invalid in q wheel chair. And
while girl companions enjoyed them
selves here or there, Constance
solaced herself with the thought that
faithful service was the least she
could give, In gratitude for the care
her aunt had bestowed upon her own
orphaned childhood. Now Aunt Della
was gone, and after long sojourn in
the outer world, from which she had
been withheld. Constance returned
again, with grateful sense Of home
coming to the empty house on the hill.
Constance had arisen early upon
this first Sunday Of her homecoming,
and had gone alone to answer the call
Of the bell swaying high in the old
church steeple. Very conscious was
she of the silent nudges and whisper
lngs in her direction.
do you see Constance Gail?" she
could fancy her old neighbors saying;
"her hair has turned white"
Resentfully she glanced at the cop,-
panions of her girlhood, with their
brown or black locks unchanged; yes,
youth had been unkind in leaving her
so soon. Thus, as she sat before her
mirror, into the eyes that still were
young, came sudden retrospective
smile. After all, there had been few
hours of enchantment, of light-hearted
responsibility, and though these oc-
casions stood out with startling dis
thickness, perhaps the one best re-
membered was that Of the olden-time
party at Stauntons. She had gone
dressed as Colonial maiden, while
friend had stayed with her aunt for
company, and perhaps the memory of
this evening was especially pleasure
Bile because of the daring, mysterious
cavalier who had claimed her undivid-
ed attention.
Seated now before her mirror, the
face Of Constance flushed between its
curtain Of silvery hair; the man had
kissed her goodnight, and she had
never forgotten the kiss.
Why should she recall the episode
now, awakened to the fact Of a youth
past and gone? With careless grace
she pinned up the masses Of her hair
and moved toward the door. 1t was
the twilight bell which called to wor-
ship. Hatless, through the summer
night, Constance followed on down the
lane. Back in the old family pew, a
sensation of being steadily observed
caused her to raise her eyes to the gal
1ery; and there, looking down upon
her, as though in glad recognition, was
the very same daring face
Older, of course, was this man IN
the gallery, with certain grave dis
tinction, but there could be no mis-
taking the fine, frank face or the deep
eyes with their humorous twinkle
Hardly had she stepped out again into
the night, when he was at her side.
Il claim remembrance" the man said
quickly, "from the long ago. You may
nave forgotten a certain bold young
guest of the Stauntons, who attended
their olden-time party, but I have new
| or fornnttan oh
whose name I had not even known
You must pardon me for assisting your
recollection; we met during the eve
ming Of the party upon the veranda
and in spirit of youthful adventure
preferred to spend the evening with
out learning each others identity. Al
midnight, like Cinderella of the ball
you disappeared, and" he laughed
shortly, 81 saw you no more"
Constance, gazing into the mans
eyes, smiled. 81 remember it ALL" she
said; "but you are mistaken as to the
last. Several times upon the stree
. sfterward I passed you without rec
ognition. That was the humiliatinf
ending of my adventure"
: "Impossiblel" the man declared
"Why, l walked the village streets
searching In vain for golden-hairet
maid. From the fair texture of you
, skin, fancied your hair must be gold
, en-. The night of the dance, you ma,
recall, it was powdered white. glorious
> ly white, like some olden-time picture
| Beneath it your eyes, with their darl
brows and lashes, were beautiful"
The man was walking along now a
her side, seeming almost to forget tn,
fact of her real presence, in the de
light of her past fancied one
Through the years that are gone" h,
went on, 81 have kept upon my dress
Ing table. the picture of a white-haired
red-lipped colonial Laid. and just be
] cause she reminded me of you"
Constance stood still in the cente
Of the path. $50 that is why it al
came back to you tonight" she salt
slowly, because of my white hair"
Her voice broke TREMENDOUSLY. 81