Cottonwood chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1917-current, 1919-01-10
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES.
"TRULY LOVED
d AGNES Q. RRoeAN.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Long years ago, Gloria lived In
very big house, with imposing grounds
all round. Her every within had been
gratiiied like the whims of princess
in fairy tale. Not unlike princess
was Gloria in her pretty imperious-
ness. Perhaps if her mother had lived
the little girl might have had some
realization OF. life outside her castle
walls, AS It was, an fndulgent busily
absorbed father. saw that nothing was
lacking for her advantage and welfare.
Gloria danced her mornings away
among the flowers, bought all the pref
Is things IN town which might take
her fancy, made here ana there
friend, and knew no responsibility. so
It was not strange, therefore, that the
child who had so readily obtained
each coveted toy, should turn from
them all 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 mis-
opinion, the true foundation for mar
riage, So possible admirers among
the young men of his daughters nc
quaintanee, were made aware OF their
lack Of welcome In his home.
Looking up one day into the face Of
hpr SiDfring
that here was young man at her
side, humble indeed but tall and good
to look upon. So Gloria smiled, ana the
singing teachers voice trembled on
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 II
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
gethcr strong as John Harmon was, he
would pause all AT once trembllngly
abashed in the girls presence
And Gloria laughing her silvery
laugh reioiced in her quickly learne
| conquest
And then came the serious awaken
! Ing of John Hamon's proposal. Glori
had never dreamed that he would dar
ask her to marry him. That was nre
sumption beyond possibility. s
! helress to her fathers wealth, an aC
knowlcdged princess in power to NJ
! townspeople; he--a music teach
hired ut so much per hour.
i Gloria's heart pounded angrily Il
she refused him, Or was this strun
| pain all anger? she wondered. rs \
Harmon, Whitehead, turned to
and made his only response In s
Bitterness seemed to have no place
her lovers heart; earnestly grave 1
eyes held hers,
The heart that hath truly loved
Never forgets,
he sang,
But as truly loves on
TO is close
Gloria tried to Danish the hauntIf
sweetness Of that yoice-but il
with her stlll through all those ve8
that had passed.
During these years, fortune
ruthlessly turned It's great wheel
tie Gloria, trained for the luxul
in life, was forced abruptly to 60 aa
into the world, dethroned princes.
indeed - seeking her livelihood
Worse than all, she bore with her h
brand Of shame. For her father, dgin
suddenly, had been found a great q
faulter-a defaulter Of money placed
his trust The sale of his home ai
estates was insufficient TO cancel thai
Indebtedness So, bewildered, rejected
Of her supposed friends, Gloria had
made her way since that time, alone.
Her Office position sufficed barely 10
pay her needs. Painstakingly she had
made over, one by one, old clothes, foT
later requirements, but Gloria's ineX
perience made of the remodeling little
success.
1t was her old love of music which
caused her to accept from the head
Of the Office staff ticket to a noted
concert.
you must hear this singer" the
woman said; The is the country's COM
ing idol"
Gloria sat behind 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 light of sudden joyous dis
covcry. He smiled as he acknowledged
the applause, but his smile was for
her. With a warming glow the reali-
zation 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 creature left the hall
at the end Of the song. Quick as she
was in reaching the street, the singer
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