| Show MEMORY DAY gaj by m MARY ARY MID 0 N ou Q 1820 1920 by maire newspaper ew syndicate the alil with the dreamy sad eyes found her way to the little giave giace in tile the sleepy churchyard chur chiard far away anay from tile the city ity she laid lier her offering of fl flutters overs on ma 1 I and then sat gat beside it it dreaming dreams ot of another mound in flanders danders perhaps for perhaps unnoticed dreaming dreams ot of other and happier may times when life seemed rose tinted dated and glowing with promise A little old lady shriveled and faltering her skin brown and wrinkled with the deais eais broke in upon her reveries site she seemed surprised to find another gri grieving eing at her shrine surprised to find the lovely reme remembrance marance of flo ners she brushed an aged hand across lier her forehead as it if trying to remember the sweet faced stranger are you margaret dejans granddaughter the girl rose roe and took the old ladys hands in hers im joan myles she answered with A ill her wonderful half sad smile mlle and I 1 came from the city I 1 spent a vacation here last fall ive always liked to wander alone through church wards aud and I 1 came across this tombstone it it seemed mystically dear deal to me be because c a u ae it bore the name of 0 the man I 1 was atas to marry lie he he fell on flanders fields the date on the stone was vias so long ago I 1 thought perhaps no one remembered and since I 1 could not go to my own belov belo eds Neds resting place I 1 thought I 1 could seim nearer to liftin him on this memory day it if I 1 came out lipio heio where its his name was but the little old lady was thinking ot of lier her onn oin lover husband who had fought in the civil war and who was still a soung noting handsome lad to her all ah it she breathed it in makes akes them seem nearer my folks cant understand my and grI gr leIng eNIng still but the poet spoke truly when hell he said the heart that has truly loved never forgets but as truly loves on to the end and I 1 neier have forgotten during all the 5 ears and so they stayed there for long hours that flew by on wings while they talked a little and dreamed at last the grounds became deserted A flaming flani ln riotous sunset hung its exquisite picture over distant hill and reflected itself in the shimmering merrimac with a start the girl arose its nery ery late you be faint she said let me help you to your home I 1 hall had no idea we were here so long I 1 but somehow the visit has strangely My touched me I 1 seem more hopeful my cross seems easier to bear perhaps then she stinted stalled she grew deathly pale and trembled from lead to foot for straight in front of her was the image of her sweetheart A piercing scream and she fell forNi forward ard in a dead taint faint when she regained consciousness she found herself in his arms with the little old lady whom he be addressed add reed as grandmother bending close the words of antonio in an all old poem came to lier her thoughts oh ghost or spirit of my buried love I 1 know not care not cot which but lie be nelcome thrice NN welcome elcome to this heart of mine biml jim she breathed when at last she could speak they told me you NN were ere dead and I 1 might as well be he returned when ahen they told me you had broken your faith with me and married married she rile gasped my dear iny lear I 1 what made TH ale sou think chiff t no filpi broke it to lo inc imp sen V t y r in it i mild tactful letter she wn was thoughtful in tho those thoe e llaca aros the f cean days fur for tile me and it was celeste roen who ito broke the lie news to me of jour falling in flanders she sas las sympathetic and it was her advice tha thai I 1 I 1 should ishoi ild mek M ek forgetfulness in it another city allay a ay floto the haunting memories of you and you nou ire are still joan myles the tears ears se seemed ernei to slip from hl his boulders anti and ni ething hInR of a hope that lie had thought turned to ashes tanne forth in ills his face youve not broken your faith it seemed almost too nond wonderful erful not to he be a dream or fiction lid ion then a deep naming flaming look of wrath came into his face As for celeste lie he muttered never mind celeste joan answered simply jealous unhappy girls act unaccountably at times and since vie ne really hane hae each other since were going to be so beautifully happy again lets forgive her berl I 1 and to think that you yon should have come to grandfathers crand fathers gravel grave he marveled we worried over grandmother staying so long had I 1 not come in search of her I 1 might never have found you again it seems cents odd too that I 1 should have visited her now truly the nays ays of the lord are wonderful spoke the little old lady devoutly ills his ways nays are not always our ways I 1 shant have many more years left to me to take care of this precious grave but I 1 know now that you two who line hae found happiness here nill v III never forget it tenderly they helped the s sweet let old soul who had not forgotten and so on memorial day that dear bittersweet time when the world pauses to dream of departed perfect days with their haunting memories that bless and burn joan and jim started ufa life bright with promise and hope |
