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Show 11 Mile Pike's K" Ragtime Thoy tell mo my body is so many ycaro old. but I know my soul Is a thousand years young. EegTtjt. I shall haunt you forever and over. I shall smile In your dreams at night, I shall como In a gown of white: I shall come with a mouth of rod; I shall come with the sun on my hood; Horo aro the feet that you cannot forget; Here nro tho oyes with tears unwet; Hero aro tho hands Juat ready to clasp, Yet fading away from your eager grasp. My voice shall linger upon your car, No matter what other voices you henr; You Will follow, and I shall bo Just bo-yond bo-yond My smllo shall mock.when your . Hps grow fond, ' And a blessing that was Is a curse that shall be Forever nnd owr you'll follow me I shall haunt you forovor and over, Forever and oor and ever. Two Roads. Thoro was a road whoso sun was bright, And yellow moon, nnd flowers whlto, I had no armor then to light. This In tho road where high wlnda blow, And here tho troll Is swept with snow-Others snow-Others may faltor horo I go. Tho Lovor. And so you love me! Su3penso and doubt and misery aro past. And nil the hunger satisfied at last; Stronc l my arm; tho heavy work Is swcot; Quick Is my brain, and eager arc my feet, For through tho night, and all the wholo day long, Undor my work thoro runs this slnglo eong, "And so you love me! Home. Where thou art, thore homo Is, Ilumblo though It bo; Though tho wind blow on tho hill. And moan upon the lea; Though tho snow bo on tho sill; Thou canst warm the deepest chill; Whcro thou art, there homo 13. Whcro thou art, there home Is; Matters not tho place; Though tho sccno be rich and fair, Lacking thy dear face. Comfort hath no dwelling there But, though all tho way be bare, Whero thou art, there home Is. whero thou art, there homo is Though wo feast or fast, What care wo what chanco may say Where our lot bo cast? Shouldst thou leavo where goes the day, I must follow all tho Way Whero thou art, thoro homo la. Tho Greatest Grief. Onco thcro was a maiden. She was neither nei-ther very fair, nor very clever, nor very gay, but she was something of each of them. Her most marked characteristic was that sho dreamed. And because sho was young and a maid, the dream was generally of loe. Then through all the world Bho went looking for lovo. She found It In books and songs and pictures. It waa In flowers and white peaks and tho breath of spring. Sometimes Some-times sho thought sho saw It In faces, and once or twlco In tho touch of hands, bux tho love which was to consume her and sanctify her, body and soul, which was to bo everything, and blot out everything, she found not. Sometimes sho nlmost doubted that thcro could bo such love, and sho wondered won-dered If the calm and satisfied acceptanco of marrlngo as a matter of courso were not the real, and this wonderful love only a dream which Is never realized. But no. This could not be so, for it was still In books and pictures and music and tho sunset, and somowhero It must bo waiting wait-ing for her in life. Then ono day It came. Sho was afraid to think why sho was happier; afraid to think why the snows of desolation looked llko comfort, and peaco was by evory houso fire whero 3ho stopped. Sho - was pfrald to know why sho smiled when alone, and why she worked and walked and sang with a deep and never-ending Joy. Then one day whon ho "began to gues3 what had happened, he left hor. Tho charm of coquetry, tho excitement of the chaso waa gone. Then her proud soul was seared with tho whlto Iron of a humility hu-mility which mado her long for him whon he had no wish for her. "At last I am awake," she cried. "I havo found this wonderful lovo that would forgive everything, every-thing, that would bear everything, that would ,bo faithful through everything. This I have found and thlB Is the-greatest grief that llfo can bring'." She was young, and yet sho could not forget. Her spirits wero dulled, nnd tho Joy left hor countenance. Her feet grow weary. Every night and morning sho cried, "Tho greatest grief has been laid on me." By some strango whim of fate, tho feot of the man camo by her sldo onco again. It waa not by his will. A caprlco of fortune for-tune throw them together. Her lovo was as deep as ever, but her control was greater. Tho workings of tho man's mind end heart aro another story. But It happened hap-pened that one day ho asked her to marry him. Her wedding clothes wero prepared In an ecstasy that only those who aro crazed with Joy can feel. That this grea,t happl--icsa had como to her sho could not believe. be-lieve. To havo rounded out with a final choral of Joy. her existence should havo come to a conclusion at this point But her wedding day came, fraught with a gratitude to providence almost painful to bear. And so wero those first days, and thoso first months, but through them camo a , lurking suspicion that becan to .inntnS 1 tho Joys from her lips beforo sho had tasted thorn tho man sho had married was not tho man of whom she had dreamed. The map sho had been willing to die for was not the man she had como to llvo with, Loyalty and hunger for love fought for 1 him In her heart, but knowledge with Its full bitterness slowly acted like poison In hor veins. Sho began to know that thoro I was a gulf of difference botweon them i that was Impassable from tho vory fact that he recognized nothing that ho did not comprehend, and all things that sho loved most were hidden from him. Tho deeps of life woro beyond him, and he had no wit to mako forgivable his Moating upon up-on the shallows. Day by day, through aeltlBh deep and uncomprehending words, the fact hecamo a settled thing, and camo ! to llvo with thorn, to eat with them at their board, tho silent third which always makes one, two, no matter what: tho law has pronounced. It was then, looking Into tho gray, dreamless years, that tho woman faced the girl sho had been with dry-eyed knowledge, too deep for tears, saying "You did not know. With your grief you still had tho dream nothing could change that and It held a beauty whoso pain was sometimes akin to Joy. But this this la tho ond of tho dream, and this Is the greatest grief." |