Evening star., 1921-07-03
n II EMORY Is q little box in
nu which the things that have
given US pleasure and grief

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nu which the things that have
v given US pleasure and grief
are stored. It is a casket
which holds things you would not change
for gold and other things which you
would cast away II you could. All OF US
have in this secret little vault which
we call our memory things which
we would be happy to forget and
other things that make us happy to
remember. In each memory box is
strange mixture of things. some to
mourn on. some to chuckle on, some
to blush on. If you tell me that in
your memory casket You have not
thing that gives you shame. not
thing that prkks you with remorse,
why, sir, you are both shameless
and hypocrite. OF course, you are
also something else, but the Rambler
cause. although he is allowed Ger
tain latitude of speech in these
columns, he must not o'erstep the limit
of little phrase.
In each of these little caskets the
things that lie in them are mingled,
which If you touch one end cause
train of recollections to revive: A
melancholy thing is set around by
sparkling things, and when you lit
the lid of this little box their CLEAN
brings you a smile. Or cluster OF
little things that shine like stars and
hope are twined about by something
that gives you grief to look on. Each
of US has this little box of memories
and sometimes we hesitate TO open
it because we fear that the first thing
we come upon will he that ugly and
r.; Il he
Some persons stow this little casket
in the cellar or the attie and throw
the key away. but sooner or later the
time comes when they must pry open
the lid Of that little box, and then it
often happens that the sight is not
as dclcful and unhappy as @ they
thought. Perhaps the ugly things
concealed there are not SO ugly as
when they were put away; the pass
ing of the years and your repentance
have given them a kindlier aspect
And then in that tumble of old odds
and ends there are SO many trifies
which beget pleasant recollections!
! COME Of us do not send this little
, - casket to the storeroom. but keep
, 1t in the parlor. or maybe in our bed
room or our study. Anyhow. we keep
this little box of memories near us
and open it in quiet moments, and the
strange little things it holds bring
before US pictures of our youth. pic
lures of old friends. pictures OF the
| old home. pictures of the old play
I places. pictures Of roads. fields woods
streams and hills, and. if you are
! city bred, pictures Of old streets lneo
! by houses set in gardens Will come
tefore you. And these pictures stard
before you just as clearly as those
moving pictures which are thrown OF
a silver screen. Sometimes it is not
vision that comes before you. Ofter
! it is a perfume. 1t may be the ira
GRANGE Of a rose bush that grew II
the garden Of your youth; 1t may bt
! the sweet breath Of magnolia tree
! hich grew in the swamp through
which led your way to school: it may
be the soft and spfcy smell OF the
n:d-fashioned brown shrubs wh,cf
you tied in corner OF your hand
/; kerchief to give to that little red.
faced. snub- -nosed, flop-eared rasca
Willie, Jimmie. Bobbie or Bennie
who in your young fancy was Z
=, prince. a knight. a warrior bold ant
all that. Or it may be that the gen
! tie fragrance of an old bouquet
comes to you. 1t was the hrst h'
sent you. the first real bouquet tina
e'er was given you. Sammy brough
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evening after you came back from
boarding school
! You can see Sammy now. or som'
. one who looks near enough like nan
| to be his twin. You remember VIVA
a warm evening it was and how stifft.
He had on, among other things. hisi
white collar and a necktie. perhaps h'
| called it a ''cravat." 1t was Whit
shirt which old Aunt Nancy had wash
ed and ironed with great care. be
cause. as she said. Marse Sammy 'an
! that Sammy's new trousers treall!
they were pantaloons) were tight ant
that when he pulled them up to 81
down he showed. not his half-hose
but a pair Of socks. And they wer'
not silk with clock-stitching un thu
sides! They were pure gray. with ;
blush tinge. and they had come. no
from the loom of a great and widel,
advertised maker. but from the Ions
and shining knitting needles o
gran'ma. You remember how con
fused his hands and feet seemed to be
They were manly hands and feet. bu
Sammy did not know what to do will
them, except. he knew, because he ha'
been so instructed. that he must no
put his hands in his pockets. that h
must keep his feet somewhere on tn
floor and that he must not cross hi
legs You remember thal ne sat SUI
and upright in his chair. because h
had been taught that it was as niucl
of social sin to lounge in chair a
to lounge in the saddle.
The conversation was difficult. an
one reason for this was that ther
were so many subjects that could no
with propriety be touched on. Con
iversation is not so difficult now. Al
most anything goes. Still. you ant
Sammy got off many remarks tina
called out a giggle and a litter.
l. X X X
DANNY did not strike his. real con
versational pace until he lugge'
lin matters appertaining to the neV
tournament lance that he had made
the colt that he was training to be
tournament horse and most promis
ling rabbit dog that he had got from
Lin Mullikin by giving Jim the OIL
white sow. You realized that Samm
was not quite as ideal beau as Paul
inc Deschappelles Cf that's the wa
notte. but something in your hear
told YOU that there was better stun u
| S,-m1, than in Clarence Nightingale