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Title: Futurist Stories
Author: Margery Verner Reed
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FUTURIST STORIES
FUTURIST STORIES
MARGERY VERNER REED
NEW YORK
MITCHELL KENNERLEY
1919
COPYRIGHT 1919 BY
MITCHELL KENNERLEY
FUTURIST STORIES
MOONBEAMS
THE DREAM MUFF
ROSE PETALS
IN A FIELD
INCALCULABLE
A NEAPOLITAN STREET SONG
IN ALGIERS
CANDLES
IGOR
TWO HAD LIVED
THE FIFTH SYMPHONY
THE MAD ARTIST
OLD SCORES
THE LAST
ASHES
NANCY TURNER
THE PAWN SHOP KEEPER
SOMETHING PROVINCIAL
CONFLICT
THAT NIGHT HIS SORROW WAS LIFTED
MOONBEAMS [_To V. Z. R._]
IT was a glorious winter's night. Through a blue haze one saw the
ground, covered with snow, shining under the magical moon. And the trees
of the forest were also covered with snow; great clusters glistened in
their branches. Almost as light as day. Not a bleak light, but an
enchanting one, which dazzled in the cold, brisk air. Into the woods
walked the Spirit of Art. As he gazed at the surrounding beauty he grew
sad, and wondered why he had never reproduced such splendor--the
moon--the snow--Oh, he must try again--Tomorrow he would do better.
Then came the Spirit of History and he too grew sad as he gazed
into the quietude of the night. His hands were soiled with blood, with
dark hideous crimes. And he asked why he had committed such deeds--with
all this beauty around him. Why could he not have likened history to
these woods where the snow was white. Tomorrow he would do better.
And then came the Spirit of Philosophy and like the others he
wondered why he had never been under the spell of the Moonbeams
before--why had he filled the minds of men with entangled masses of dark
thought, instead of teaching them the beauty,
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