Evening star., 1927-12-04

THERE is miIe-long road that
/ leads to an iron Gate. 1t is a busy
! road for husses and cars on their way
/ 10. maybe. as far as Baltimore, going
! and coming. day and night. hut on
! the faces of the pil@rims who travel
+ The milc-long way there is something
! Of the eternal silence that lieS beyond
the gate. The other day a bell tolied
| for the entrance Of an old. old woman
| who was laid under a tree beside n
hcadstonc that was gray with age
which WAS beautifully right, though
/ whether she found her now world rs
beautiful as she had lived and prayed
to deserve IS something no man can
teIi--or woman.
One lOoller-0n at the service under
the tree fingered bit after others
| had gone away from the mound of
raw earth with its one spray Of white
/ chrYSanthemumS of back
/ day, when she and the old. old woman
had walked to the iron gate together.
The Younger one had started alone,
but on the way overlook the old, old
woman, who was overWeightcd with
a basket, and, having takeQ 1t on her
own arm. the two went the rest Of
the distance together. We are told
that Misery loves company. but also
il must be that Sorrow is blood Kin TO
account for the friendliness of the
strangers who come together along
that way. linked close together by
| Grief. Anyway:
There were blossoms enough in that
! basket-gardcn fiowers--to deck a
party rather than grave, and, as
| they walked, the old, old woman eX-
| planned the cause Of their profusion:
This is the anniversary of our we'd
ding When we stood up | carried
bunch of roses. like these, and he
wore kone in his coat. The supper
table was trimmed with these pinks,
and the parlor was dressed in bushels
and bushels of field daisies-like these.
MY hGsband was a dear lover Of
poSics and always made time from his
work To dig in the garden, morning
and dusk. He was such a handsome
young man-eyerybody remarked il.
! His hair had a wave to it. with blue
eyes and skin as fair as girls. And
only in his first tWenties. and me not
out of my teens, when he was killed
in the Civil War. l haven't missed
coming to his grave on Sundays since
that time. except for sickness once in
whole, not since I laid him here
after Gettysburg. 1t has been a lonc
time. but ! know he will be waiting
for me.
And as the Younger woman stood
before the little ridge of raw earth
she wondered if She had found her
husband waiting for her at that other
eternal gate.
And if he would recognize in tho
toothless and age-bent creature the
wife he had left 'in her teens" And
If it would make a difference?
And, # he did not know her-would
al else that heaven could give her
compensate?
HERE is philosophy on a work
ing basis:
A club woman was telling about a
meeting held on the day of the tor
nado:
ut was our unfortunate fate to be
in the near vicinity of much destruc-
tion done by the cyclone that swept
Washington that afternoon. We
couldn't believe our eyes when we
looked out of the window and saw the
roofs Of houses flying by, and knew
that it meant much damage. 1t sure
put damper ON the fun we had been
having, but the hostess served delight
full refreshments which were much
enjoyed even though we were CON
! cerned about our neighbors in the
| path of the storm"
philosophy which enables a con-
meal.
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