The Detroit tribune. (Detroit, Mich.) 1935-1966, 1935-12-28
CHAPTER FIVE

VIM Nh IAEL
The striking OF the little gold
clock aroused Agnes from her re-
verie. Her magic carpet had de-
seconded swiftly and left her stand
ing In commonplace surroundings.
Such is the way OF glorious
dreams.
Agnes gazed again at the pic
ture. A face that mirrored the I'M
derstanding Humanitarian. His
eyes seen0 to have a humorous
twinkle. She could now understand
the reason for the pathos the ten
derness and quiet good humor In
his books that lifted them from
dull routine statistics into realms
OF fascinating adventure. She felt
a kindred interest in this marve-
lous work. true affinity.
The echo OF the clock had died
away and It's steady textbook
could now be plainly heard. Chill
drens laughter had been replaced
by the more quiet tones Of their
parents. The radios were still
pouring forth the latest programs.
but the reduced volume made the
music singularly calm and sooth-
ing. Automobiles were travelling at
more leisurely pace. Curtains
waved and ripplcd as a gentle wind
played amongst the folds of drap-
cry.
Wednesday June 20th was the
day OF the lecture. Agnes looked a,
the calender with its ornate gilt
frame decorated with busy cupids
This was the 18th. Tomorrow night
J che would see and hear this man
who had stirred her az no other
ever had.
Agnes rose and turned off the
brightly colored amber lights. She
4 felt the need OF quiet and the pri-
vacy that soft shaded lights seem
ed always 10 bring How she long
ed for a confidante some one VIII,
would understand and not think
her giddy fool When her mother
was living she could always go &c
:. her with the feeling OF approach.
{ ing a haven where all the small
perplexities OF life would mell
d away as dew before the sun. and
heavy burdens seemed To be mira
e culously lifted from her weary
I shoulders.
k Crossing hall, entered large
airy room. She pulled tiny silker
: cord on the pink table lamp. HeI
haven. but without the royal pre-.
{ sence. her mother room. In the
> last years of her life she had beer
II too feeble To climb the long, wind
y ing stairs. so this room had beer
" added on for her comfort Agnes
j. remembered the day they hat
J. brought her down stairs TO hel
" new room. A proud little smile ha,
: lighted her face as she saw tn,
u large easement windows at one
side that opened out into the CAV.
den where she could stroll amonr
The flowers she loved 30 well
The beloved figure s,ciYcd e.
float before agnes mind. She
could see her seated in her large
rocking chair with pillows grouped
around her, blue hug me-tight
over her frail shoulders and the
thick gray hair forming hale
around her shapely he ad
Agnes checked back a sob. She
felt the need OF CHEEKY word and
} the feel Of the winkled com
forting hands Come one to reas
sure her that the years she had
spent in service were not wasted
and the future held promise OF
. happiness She laid her hand ten
! derly on the old four poster and
smoother the soft. white surface
The room seemed alive with
memories
I'm so afraid. mother darling
shc whispered.
The low murmur OF summer
| DTttLt ullu the Tuellt OF a youni
tree against the easement windows
were her only answers.
She closed the door OF her shrine
'i'h 'he sons 'iicn e na,l:ty hcart
a soul stirring sermon.
No life devoted TO the cause O
humanity could be entirely desc
late. Sowing the seeds OF service
must bring harvest of glorious
lcrops. so why be covered dowr
with pusillanimous fears.
Agnes awoke the next morning
with the sun shining tenderly OF
her face like a caress. She stretch
ed her arms and rolled in luxuri
Gus freedom among the downy pill
n lows. She felt happy as n chilG
who anticipated a grand adventure
She wrinkled up her nose at Z
robin singing outside her window
Agnes felt young and gay Wha
was thirty-fve when one fel
eighteen.
The day passed by on leader
, wings as she watched the clock
/ "A few more hours she would SAY
to herself.