The Aspermont Star (Aspermont, Tex.), Vol. 28, No. 38, Ed. 1 Thursday, March 18, 1926 Page: 3 of 6
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WHO'LL WIN IT?
IB SPIRIT OP THE
MARCH WIND
By MARIJO SEVRKK.
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Ifjfreek the sun had been hidde n
curtain of «lust. Thje
Wnd had come in all its fury
jth, abating only in the cai
before ikhvu
SjfM
lypart of the morning
it would be sweeping across the worl. l
again, sending before it all the sail il
and weeds that might happen to In*
in its piih—and, on Happy Hill, ever y
grain of sand for a foot in «!«• >*h v. f
loose.
Bllfc |§jW the dust clouds wtuv <1 -iM
| and to Nora Biggiii: . ourt
Pasture on her way none
school, the world all about Up r
ft Wonderful place. IVi-idim j;
, sh ran down the hill the 1
r
Seated with his back to the tree his
chin caressing a little brown violin.
\vm a man lea:i and haggard in frame
;tin 1 dressed very shabbily. His eves
wanted to read, and she had devoured
all the books in her own library a id
irvatle vise of he city library. Someday
she intended to write a book about
her life if anything interesting ever were fixed on the red ball of the set-
happened in it.. ting sun. His fingers, it seemed were
Thinking about the life book which receiving their inspiration from the
she intended to write, and the roman- i t-|ory hidden there.
tic things he wished would happen vora recognised the man immodi-
to her, she sat down, leaning her back ;,,.|v. Site had beard him play for a
against a big mossy rock, arid jjookd coUnt rv dance once, and she also k.iew
throwing it into tht air, l<> the Happy Hunting Ground, or
before. She could hear j wherever it is that people may hap-
the spir-
sand.- and
drive it on
1 he note of sadness which if
pen to go when they leave this earth" If I
it of the March Wind. "Don't you believe that people's)
The tears had slipped down her • souls either go to Heaven or to Hell
cheek, unnoticed until she tasted them when they die?" Nora inquired cur '
on her lip. Brushing them away with ; iously.
wpC next, singing a .song o.
urn''There was nothing poetic in:
nor was there any remark--
away to the west, where all the dust
seemed to be coming from.
"I've read about the sand storms oh
the deserts", N'ora spoke aloud a habit
she had formed from being alone.
"! wonder how it would feel to he in
one, I think one would know there
must be a mighty Clod somewhere
close around. I believe I would like
to be if? one. Sometimes it seems as
him by his reputation. The man was
.Mark Kliot, an outcast from respect-
able ■ ociety, Some people charitably
declared that he was crazy, others
said that it was "low-down-meannes.-"
It was true that he was not a nor-
mal person'. There had always been
something peculiar about the man,
bill it was his weakness that made
him despised by the ones who knew
.{•filling for me to come. Maybe
will let me go there some day."
(iod
because of this physical infirmity that
his character had so weakened. Those
The un, a great red ball veiled by < sV|K, i<iu>vv said that there was no
the thick dust cloud, was gradually 1 form ,,f vj(;(. which he had not tasted,
sinking. "Oh, how 1 hate to go on ' |u, Was in a drunken state, fith•
oyer the hill to home." She sighed : c,.oin iirink, or opiates.
and looked longingly out toward the |{.,( fulfilling the law of com pens
It is so much more <;0(|
given him a great
His fame as a mu-
M'ttiiiR sun.
pleasant here. The house is full of talent for music
sand, and everything we eat lias ^ VVitiv, ,.,,uu| to his reputation for
peck nf grit in it. A - long :Ls 1 stay , lt "rotter". Many of his compo.-
1! out here I can love it all, but it is ,jti<>ms had received highest praise in
hateful there in the house with tli'e.j thf,
music conservatories of the South.
if 1 can hear the great desert, with j |,jin> He would often go into fit,'
its sanii waves that drift on across the : w|,;(.|, resembled catalep.-y, and bt
spaces like the waters of the oceans, j\,,,j Up to be dead. It was probably
in the tune, but it w: .« a
lise, coming front > hil :' -h
God arid his great worlo.
I do love you, oW world",
$Hth deep emotion, fli "o.ing
(wide in an impure <*, t-
to herself.
Hii|'tiiOks that she had held unoe rl
warm dropped to the ground withy
Nora looked down outturn.
irhimsical smile. "What >iid,
lint for" she queried. "Wl< 1.
11 really serious, somehow,.
tg always comes along iod
frerything I do or think look^
ridiculous."
iked across the hills.
>4* hill t« go over, then lh< iv
Happy Hill where her «■. n
irhitc bungalow i|uietl.v adorned
When the air was m* full of
|e could see it over there, luok-
a mushroom underneath min-
§|ws. She loved that little
the bill, where she xrk' her
and father lived, uieli-U trbed
iioises of hurry in ic mitk wa gore
m, dray wagons, street ears
thousand othnv no?tM«* thai j
the son#rs of birds and ev< *«
in the heart* of uten ami 1 — T.
Then' wax no rough ^only th- trunk, «he of it in the bure trees; th« «wi«h
to ifit TTU|tt her who" she peeped around the sidr. j of it, a* it would pick up « load of
wind howling around the eaves of tin
roof, or making the windows rattle so
1 dismally."
,.H N'ora stopped suddenly in the act of
rising from her seat by the rock. On
the air came the plaintive notes of a
violin. Where was it and what on
earth could any one be doing out on
.such 11 day as this playilu: a violin .
She stood up and looked around the
hill listening intently, t raining Iter ear
for the direction of the sound,
When the identity of the man dawn
ed upon Nora, her heart leaped in
fear, mixed with pleasure. From
some inborn sympathy for the weak,
and from a love of the romantic, or
the unusual, probably, she had begun
to feel a sort of hero worship for this
Mark Kliot. Kvery night when she
knelt by her bed to pray for her loved
ones, she placed Mark at the head of
her list, begging Clod's special care
i over him.
\s the music swept on, N'ora found
its meaning. It was the song of the
"I believe it is coming from behiad
Wmt tree over there," she decided at j ^
ihngth, ami started toward the big oak | MiUT^ Wind coming to blow winter
tfiiit stood on the sale of tthe hill. As | nway> could hear the dismal
ii\e nearer! the spot she became cer jlow| ,,f ^ sweeping around the cor
1 X tin that the music was i. suing from 0f house at night ; the sigh
the back of her hand, <-he stepped. Out
''rom behind the tree.
"Don't, play that any more", she
pleaded. "It make.- me cry, and 1
don't want to be sad, Mr. Klio.t: I
Want to he happy and free."
Tiie man started up from his place
at her voice, but sat down again and
looked at her blankly.
"Are von a little dryad come out of
the tree to scold me, or are you a sure
enough girl?" he asked finally.
N'ora thought it was so romantic to
imagine one's self a dryad; therefore
he answered, "1 am the dryad, of
course."
"Well little dryad, sit here and tell
me how not to be sad. 1 don't want to
be sad either; but it is sail today;
don't you think?':'
"The March Wind, you mean?" the
pseudo-dryad questioned.
"Why yes, and the sun too, because
it. is hidden from the earth."
"Well, if they are sad, what differ-
ence should it make for us? God is
still as close to us as ever, even if the
heavens are dusty. H1 can send a
rain to settle the dust most any time"
"Wait a minute! I did not know
that dryads believed in God." The
violinist looked at Nora a> if he'were
urpriscd.
"This one does any way," said N'o-
ra firmly.
"You're no true dryad, then. Who
are you any way? You seem to know
me."
"Oh, 1 am not anybody; just a little
country kid, Nearly everyone knows
about you though," she said.
"That is a fact alright. I'll wager
there isn't a father in Fast Texas
who has not used me as a lesson tor
his sons, and admonished his daugh-
ters against such as I." The man
poke with tt sadness in iiis voice. It
• would have been better had 1 died
long ago, rather than live as I have.
and shall continue to live until I go
it:'"
"I don't believe anything, little
dryad," the man said;.
"Don't you believe the Rible is true ,
Nora'- voice plainly told what she
thought if he did'not believe that the
Hilile was true.
"Not ail of it, at least."
"Don't you believe in flod?" N'ora
spoke still more sternly.
"Yes, I think there is a ruling Be-
ing who guides or controls the affairs
of human beings. Somehow I can't
get away from .that idea. But as to
those miraculous stories which the
Bible tells of, such as the separation
of the waters of the Dead Sea for the
children of Israel, and the great flood
and the death and resurrection of Je-
sus Christ, 1 think there is nothing to
it."
"Th very idea!" Nora cried disgust-
edly. "I thought you did have more
sense than that! Certainly if you ac-
knowledge that there is it (.iod who
rules the universe, He has all power
and is able to do anything. Christ
was the best man that ever lived on
earth, certainly, for he was a perfect
man, the son of God. He did not need
to die. God could have saved him
from the! suffering, hut God loved
the world, and was willing for his on-
ly begotten son to die for the sins of
'the world. But God did resurrect
j Him after three days, and then took
j him back to his home in Heaven."
The man smiled tolerantly.
"You can grin all you want to! I
do not know enough about the Bible,
or about history to argue with you,
but I do know that the Bible is true.
I know '.hat I love .lesus with all my
heart, and 1 believe that 1 shall be
with Him in Heaven some day." Then
she added earnestly, although timidly,
"How I wish that you were going to
be there too. "Every night I pray
God to let you be in Heaven when we
all gather up there."
The man looked into her fere
Why do you do that?"
"Jesus bids us love our fellow men.
If I love my fellows I will want them
to know Jesus too, arid I'll pray for
them."
After studying Nora's face for a
minute, he said, "If all of our fellow-
men were like you it would be easy
to obey that command,"
Nora felt that he meant to compli-
ment her, and she blushed furiously.
"1 meant it, little Dryad. You are
the first person that ever spoke to me
earnestly about accepting their Christ
"Then how glad 1 am that 1 was
lead here to speak to you about Him.
Maybe God means to let me answer
my own prayer."
The thin frame of hi? man seemed
to be tired out. He leaned his head
against the tree trunk and looked of!
toward the glowing, murky horizon.
Slowly h raised his violin to his shoul
der, and began to play.
Nora heard the man's sick soul cry-
ing out for rest, and the despair be-
cause he could not find it. She bur-
ied her face in her hands, sobbing in
pity for him. Oh, dear God," she
breathed, "Send him the light in his
darkness."
The music began to change, It wa:*
the song of one who has seen a gleam
of light penetrating a smothering
darkness, and over-flowing with joy,
runs to reach the full glory of it. The
song ended in melody that spoke of a
beautiful peace that passes all under-
standing.
Nora raised her face and saw in
his eyes the birth of a new man.
Turning her eyes heavenward, she
thanked her Lord for the answer to
her breathed petition.
Mark Eliot laid his violin down,
and stretched out his hand* to Nora.
"I see things differently now, little
Dryad. I did not believe that I could*
but God ha* worked a miracle for me
He ha* changed my heart, and made
me see the futility of my ways. 0?i,
do help me to a*k his forgiveness,*
As the spoken wori t left his i?pa>
a queer expression passiel over. M*
countenance, and the titud frinw
laxed into a death-like attitude. ;
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Guest, Margaret E. The Aspermont Star (Aspermont, Tex.), Vol. 28, No. 38, Ed. 1 Thursday, March 18, 1926, newspaper, March 18, 1926; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth126532/m1/3/: accessed May 22, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Stonewall County Library.