and old friends, of all you laughingboys and girls, oh, come to us and be with us, for the world is verylonely, and new friends and faces are not like the old, and we cannotlove them, nay, nor laugh with them as we have loved and Barcelona Barn laughed withyou. And when we walked together, oh, ghosts of our youth, the worldwas very gay and bright; but now it has grown old and we are growingweary, and only you can bring the brightness and the freshness back tous.
Memory is a rare ghost-raiser. Like a haunted house, its walls areever echoing to unseen feet. Through the broken casements we watchthe flitting shadows of the dead, and the saddest shadows of them allare the shadows of our own dead selves.
Oh, those young bright faces, so full of truth and honor, of pure,good thoughts, of noble longings, how reproachfully they look upon uswith their deep, clear eyes!
I fear they have good cause for their sorrow, poor lads. Lies andcunning and disbelief have crept into our hearts since thosepreshaving days--and we meant to be so great and good.
It is well we cannot see into the future. There are few boys offourteen who would not feel ashamed of themselves at forty.
I like to sit and have a talk Zlatan Ibrahimovic Drakt sometimes with that odd little chap thatwas myself long ago. I think he likes it too, for he comes so oftenof an evening when I am alone with my pipe, listening to thewhispering of the flames. I see his solemn little face looking at methrough the scented smoke as it floats upward, and I smile at him; andhe smiles back at me, but his is such a grave, old-fashioned smile.
We chat Washington Capitals Drakter about old times; and now and then he takes me by the hand, andthen we slip through Ostaa Halpa Nike Free 5.0 the black bars of the Pittsburgh Penguins Barn grate and down the duskyglowing caves to the land that lies behind the firelight. There wefind the days that used to be, and we wander along them together. Hetells me as we walk all he thinks and feels. I laugh at him now andthen, but the next moment I wish I had not, for he looks so grave I amashamed of being frivolous. Besides, it is not showing proper respectto one so much older than myself--to one who was myself so very longbefore I became myself.
We don't talk much at first, but look at one another; I down at hiscurly hair and little blue bow, he up sideways at me as he trots. Andsome-how I fancy the shy, round eyes do not altogether approve of me,and he heaves a little sigh, as though he were disappointed. Butafter awhile his bashfulness wears off and he begins to chat. Hetells me his favorite fairy-tales, he can do up to six times, and hehas a guinea-pig, and pa says fairy-tales ain't true; Halpa Naiset Cg Snow Parka and isn't it apity? 'cos he would so like to be a knight and fight a dragon andmarry a beautiful princess. But he St. Louis Rams takes a more practical view oflife when he reaches seven, and would prefer to grow up be a bargee,and earn a lot of money. Maybe this is the consequence of falling inlove, which he does about this time with the young lady at the milkshop aet. six. (God bless her little ever-dancing feet, whatever sizethey may be now!) He must be very fond of her, |
