Show The Faded Butterfly By Herbert Kaufman LAST AST night she looked into the glass stoss and sa saw sav Tomorrow mi imra 1 cd d there I I The summons has come A conic Age Age c is kerin leering in ill the background The Talc years cars demand their due due due- Time due Time Tim is a merciless collector and spar spares no humans The first firt faint wrinkles of the d debt bt are arc u sketching sketching- on her face one one b by one the tattling lines will crowd the crowd the secret ciel woman oman be e revealed What tat Spring Sprint has planted Autumn garners rs Life males makes ma S but butone butone butone one circle an and its course ma may never nc b be retraced Now Nou the past will taunt her with the talc th ghosts of possibility She could have given splendidly splendidly but but she chose to take instead Her tier youth was rich in all the thc things thins he coveted Co It held sympathy sym sm path pathy encouragement faith unselfishness and sacrifice I She might alight have ha furthered his ambitions with her ber tender strengths but when he ached for or comprehension she had only petty desires to offer She mise red her own while she looted his I heart and mind to indulge conceit r Vanity anity demanded her love and I left ft but trumpery scraps raps for his hunger When sympathy was precious to his necessities she abandoned him to his needs Their mutual career has been cold empty profitless His devotion long since died of she neglect n neglect she she ga gave it nothing to live on Now No the prettiness which awhile bewildered bewilder d his vision is fading There is no mask between him and her inherent tJ ugliness ss Gratitude and obligation vainly search yesterday for kindly kindl acts to 0 cloud his eyes with tenderness Memory emory weaves such v veils for or happy men Midlife gives cs them the chance to repay to repay to prove how much they care Winters Winter's a hard season for butterflies Copyright 1917 by Herb Herbert rt K Kaufman Great Britain and all ot oth other r rights r reserved served |