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Shangri-la, issue 6, May-June 1946
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course, I could sit here and wait for the old man. There was no use to go around the boulder. The old green house would be there with that little white wall beside it. That horrible white well with that hideous old man leaning on it and laughing at me. No, I wouldn't go. I'd let him find me first. No, I wouldn't do that. As long as I kept on, I might find a way. That was the only thing I could do to keep up hope. If you'd just give me another chance, God. I'd listen, really I would. I'd do just what mother told me to do. I'd not go wading or explore where I shouldn't. Oh, God, if You'd just let me make the decision all over again. If I were just there at the entrance of the green path and could choose again..... Why, so I was! The green path stretched before me once more. I could feel the cool water on my feet. The sun was still two thirds up in the sky. It must have been a dream, all of it. I would turn and run, run home so fast. As fast as ever wind went. But it is not a dream. And there is no turning back. Each day I say I shall do this and this. I should have done that and that. And now it is too late. I shall keep on doing this and this, and I shall probably keep on telling myself that it should have been that and that. The green water is too tempting, so in the end I lose everything. Funny, isn't it. If only I knew where the ripple came from....... - END - DAUGHERTY'S LETTER SERVICE - 637 1/2 S. Bixel - LA 14 - We do anything in the publishing services: Lithography - Mimeography - Multilithing - Multigraphy Vari-typing - Typing - Addressing - Mailing - Art Work Mimeoscoping We have a fully equipped shop capable of doing anything from a postcard to a book. Write for rates. Mail order service. Competative. WALTER J. DAUGHERTY, publisher and afficiendo and fan. - 6 -
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course, I could sit here and wait for the old man. There was no use to go around the boulder. The old green house would be there with that little white wall beside it. That horrible white well with that hideous old man leaning on it and laughing at me. No, I wouldn't go. I'd let him find me first. No, I wouldn't do that. As long as I kept on, I might find a way. That was the only thing I could do to keep up hope. If you'd just give me another chance, God. I'd listen, really I would. I'd do just what mother told me to do. I'd not go wading or explore where I shouldn't. Oh, God, if You'd just let me make the decision all over again. If I were just there at the entrance of the green path and could choose again..... Why, so I was! The green path stretched before me once more. I could feel the cool water on my feet. The sun was still two thirds up in the sky. It must have been a dream, all of it. I would turn and run, run home so fast. As fast as ever wind went. But it is not a dream. And there is no turning back. Each day I say I shall do this and this. I should have done that and that. And now it is too late. I shall keep on doing this and this, and I shall probably keep on telling myself that it should have been that and that. The green water is too tempting, so in the end I lose everything. Funny, isn't it. If only I knew where the ripple came from....... - END - DAUGHERTY'S LETTER SERVICE - 637 1/2 S. Bixel - LA 14 - We do anything in the publishing services: Lithography - Mimeography - Multilithing - Multigraphy Vari-typing - Typing - Addressing - Mailing - Art Work Mimeoscoping We have a fully equipped shop capable of doing anything from a postcard to a book. Write for rates. Mail order service. Competative. WALTER J. DAUGHERTY, publisher and afficiendo and fan. - 6 -
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