The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1922-07-23

closed the gates Of the garden be
hind you?"
81 am nearer forty than thirty,'
answered. IL have grey hairs,
and | am getting a little bald. |
may still be OF some use in the
world, and there are very beautiful
places whore / may rest, and even
find happiness. But they are not
like the gardens of youth. There is
no other place like them. All OF
us who have hurried so eagerly
away, 1sobel. look back sometimes
and long!"
She shook her head. Perhaps a
little of the sadness OF my mood
had after all found its way into my
tone, for she looked at me with the
shadow of a reproach in her deep
blue eyes. a faint tenderness which
seemed TO me more beautiful than
anything | had ever seen.
Il do not think that like your
allegory, Arnold" she said. After
all, the gardens are the nursery OF
life, are they notc The great things
OF the world are all outside"
held my breath for a moment
in amazement. Since when had
thoughts like this come to her? |
knew then that the days of her
childhood were numbered indeed,
that underneath the fresh Joyous
grace OF her delightful youth. the
woman's instincts were stirring.
And | was afraid!
THE great things. 1sobel," I said
slowly, look very fine from a dis
tance, but the power of accomplish.
ment is not given 10 all of us.
Every triumph and every success
has It's reverse side, it's sorrowful
sides For instance, the whole judg-
ment Of the world is by comparison.
a great picture which brings fame
TO man eclipses the work and
lessons the reputation Of another. A
successful book takes not a place
of its own, but the place OF another
mans work who must needs suffer
for your success. Life Is a battle
truly enough, but 1t is always civil
war, the striving of humanity
against itself. That is why what
looks so great to you from behind
the hedge may seem very hollow
thing when you have won the power
to call IL your own"
She looked at me as though wons
dering how far ! were I'm earnest.
81 think" she said, smiling, that
you are trying to confuse me. or
course, | have not thought much
about such things, but when l am
q little older, IL there was anything
] could do | should simply try to
do II In the best possible way, and
] should feel that | was doing what
was right. There is room for a
great many people in the world,
Arnold--a great many novelists and
great many artists and great
many thinkers! Some OF us must
be content with lesser places. /
for one!
l walked home with Allan, and
] spoke to him seriously.
''TheEe is a duty before u.s."
said, which up to now we have
shirked. The time has come when
we must undertake it in earnest"
you mean?"
I'VE must abandon our negative
attitude. Isobel comes, | am very
sure, from no ordinary people. Ws
must find out her place in life and
restore her to It. She Is a child
no longer. It is not fitting that she
should stay with us"
Madame, too, was for q moment
sad and silent. His face fell into
stern lines, but when he answered
me his tone was steady and reso.
Lutte enough.
"You are right, Arnold" he an.
swered. I'VE had better go back
to London and begin at once"
II was perhaps a little ominous
that I should find waiting for me
on our return a telegram from
Grooten:
u must see you tonight. Shall
call at your rooms twelve o'clock"