The New England magazine . ter for John Barretts abandoned daugh-ter than he himself in his resentful zeal hadplanned. He shook Ide by the hand, and, with thepicture of John Barretts other daughter inhis dimming eyes and the love of John Bar-retts other daughter burning his lonelyheart, he turned back towards the woodswhose fronded arms, the October wind toss-ing them, beckoned him to his duty. THE EAST By JAMES BRANNIN Silent with hoary years and memories I sit alone upon the desert sand. All that you seek to know I understand,All that you may not see my calm soul off the echoing dea
The New England magazine . ter for John Barretts abandoned daugh-ter than he himself in his resentful zeal hadplanned. He shook Ide by the hand, and, with thepicture of John Barretts other daughter inhis dimming eyes and the love of John Bar-retts other daughter burning his lonelyheart, he turned back towards the woodswhose fronded arms, the October wind toss-ing them, beckoned him to his duty. THE EAST By JAMES BRANNIN Silent with hoary years and memories I sit alone upon the desert sand. All that you seek to know I understand,All that you may not see my calm soul off the echoing dead centuries, With all their fervid passion stirred and fanned And stilled again by old Fates mighty wand,Call faint their vanity of vanities. All these I knew in old years overpast, And worshipped living hearts, now carven stoneLong buried by the shores of vanished these I knew: wars, creeds, and engines vast,Vast empire, gold, and lust. I sit aloneIn peace. O vanity of vanities! A GAY DECEIVER By MABEL S. MERRILL. ILEEN had the unmistakableair of one escaping from anordeal as she ran down thesteps of her fiances house toher car, that was backing andsnorting at the curbing. Brr-rr-r! she shivered. Ill go homeand take a bowl of ginger-tea; Im sureshes given me a chill. Has she really gotto live with us after were married, Ward?because I 11 have to spend a summer or twoin Greenland or on top of the Pole in orderto get acclimated. You know Im all she has — such as Iam, said Ward, anxiously, as he helpedher to a seat in the vehicle. How can Iexpect my fathers sister to make her homeanywhere but with the last of the Lorings,now that shes left all alone ? We must tryagain, dear; we have nt found the key toAunt Margaret yet. Shes very reserved,and I expect some of our city ways are ashock to her nerves. No doubt she fast— Good heavens! interjected Eileen, inhushed tones. Then what must she thinkof me! Ward laughed uneasily, for she had voicedthe thought in his o
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