Evening star., 1926-03-09

Mary Rogue had often been cen
sured by her friends for carrying
huge sums OF money around with her.
Some day you are going to lose
1t, she was told.
guess not" Mary always replied.
with her well known smile.
Carrying well stuffed wallet had
become habit with Mary. There was
no particular rea son for her person
ally escorting large quantities of
specie. but II gave her pleasure to do
So and she indulged herself in 1t.
This is one of the secrets of happy
'fe-to do what one wants to do,
W1thin certain limits, nece6sa rily, such
as those imposed by good taste. the
state of civilization and the dictates
of morality.
Undue restraint, such as infiicts
many~.one is almost inclined to say
ihost-~ls a form OF mOnOma MIA for
which civilization pays dear.
Unhappy women, disgruntled men,
unstable children are some of the
human products of the hamperins
restraints of civilization which stultify
manhood and womanhood and bring
In thelr train nervousness, capriciOus.
ness and many forms Of unhappiness
and i'll will.
TO live free life. always within
the bounds OF the golden mAan--this
is to be a true man or woman, and at
the same time to exemplify all that
the Constitution and the Declaration
Of Independence mean.
. so we see that carrying A padded
pocketbook was not just a form of
stubbornness with Mary Rogue. 1t
was an assertion of independence
differing In outward aspects only
from the famous ride of Paul Revere
The spirit behind both actions was
much the same
1t was, indeed, a tremendous wad
OF ready money which Mary carried
with her that afternoon as she strolled
down Cemetery walk.
what and where is Cemetery walk ?
Can II be. dear readers. that YOU dc
not Know Cemetery walk? The loss
II yours. 1t runs alongside bea u
tifui resting place OF the dead. where
man has tried. with some succass
TO blot out the shadow and leave be
nina the reality OF resurrection.
Here. for several blocks. one ma,
Walk along shaded thoroughfare
beside the high iron fence. with grea
thick bar uprishts, and look into the
peaceful hollows. over the rolling
hills. beneath the high trees, every
acre dotted thickly With white stones
monuments and other testimonials tC
those who have gone before.
Those who carry rabbits feet in
their pockets are very much inclined
to pass along here hurriedly. or to
go by some other street altogether
but those in whom intelligence has
given some peace OF mind and hear,
will walk this way willingly.
I'm life we are in the midst OF
death The birds are chattering ir
the trees: a gray squirrel runs across
the well kept borders: there is a
chipmunk. Its little bright eyes shin
ing across a mound covered with
faded flowers.
SO the converse Is true. In dea tn
we are in the midst OF life. IF q
man die. shall he live again." All
mighty question of Job, here is your
answer, here along Cemetery walk.
There was 1870 in Mary's pocket
book az she str0de along the walk thai
bright Winter afternoon. Most o
the sum was In crisp $50 bills. Mar,
had no need of the money. and coulC
have given no justification IT hei
carelessness to her friends.
As a matter OF fact. she gave no
thought whatever to her pOcketbook
which was a simple billfOld, such a,