Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1923-02-16
PART ONE

upon her, silks rustled, perfumes
filled the air, bouquets burdened her
table, carriages with footmen stopped
at her door. Mansions. servants, joy
to do nothing and have everything
was her ambition.
| She has drunk to it's dregs the cup
of nothingness. She has sought the
potion that gives forgetfulness; for
abandonment, desertion, death follow
as unerring sequence on all the gIeam,
glitter and glamour that have gone
before. And now she breathes only
the sulphur fumes of Gehenna, and
the scant silver that comes her way
goes for the drug that brings oblivion.
With bloodshot eyes, disheveled
hair and burning thirst she hurries
along-watched, hunted. hooted She
| her benumbed body as the cutting
blasts of winter, rushing down alleys
and from around sharp corners, hunt
| her out.
The flower dropped at her feet. She
stops, looks around, no one is watch
| ing, she picks it up-yes, it is a spray
of hyacinth. She looks up to where
| it came, and high up she thinks she
sees a hand thrust out from the grated
window.
Someone is waving hand to her.
to her Who can it be-someone has
thought of her-someone has sent her
a flower.
She brushes her hand across her
eyes as If to clear her misty vision
and looks up again. This time she
sees nothing, only the sullen front of
a great prison wall, jutting stone
grated windows, stone piled on stone.
She thrusts the flower into her bosom
and, forgetful of where she was going,
turns about and hastens to the den
she calls home.
Someone has thrown her a flower
not the flowers such as patronizing
women of the flower mission bring
with tracts and words of advice-not
that-a flower from the hand of a
mana man in trouble a prisoner,
disgraced like herself, in bonds. He
has thrown her a flower. Who is
this "he' of whom she thinks? Alas
she does not know.
Years and years, aye, centuries ago,
when she wore pinafores and lived
with her father, mother, brothers and
sisters in the country, she dreamed
of this man, this man who would come
to her and love her and give her free
dom. 1t is the same dream come back
lit is he. He will deliver her from
the body of this death. He has flung
her flower. He is in trouble. What
can she do for him?
She is a woman. She is not old
God sent her into life and she has a
right to love, to tenderness, to moth |
erhood and a home. No chill of doubt !
can put out the eternal fire-she loves |
the ideal This is her misery, her dis
grace and her crown.
Illusions will not fade away, she
has prayed and watched and longed /
for this-soneone loves her. He has
flung her a flower. When he is re-
leased he viii come to her and take
her away, and they viii leave this life
of horror, and fly to the country and
make themselves a nest as the birds
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Someone has flung her a flower.
She belongs to him and him alone.
She has loved him all these years.
She has waited for him. God knows
she has done wrong. bur God knows,
90, her heart is pure. She appeals
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