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NORTH SHORE BREEZE 
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Vol. IV. No. 9 
] A WEEKLY JOURNAL DEVOTED TO THE BEST INTERESTS OF THE NORTH SHORE 
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MANCHESTER, MASS., SATURDAY, SEPT. 1, 1906 
THE MASQUERADE 
MARGARET L. CORLIES 
On fashion’s topmost pinnacle I stand, 
In satin dressed, a fan within my hand — 
Would it flutter if I heard him speak today, 
As on the night I promised to obey? 
Nay, the fond heart is dead, once full of life, 
Killed when I vowed to be his faithful wife. 
Pray do not weep and beg me trust today, 
My heart is cold and hard and far away. 
It was the evening of that happy day, 
The feast was o’er, the guests had gone 
away, 
And I was dressing with a natural pride, 
Which any girl might feel who’s just a 
bride — 
I was in such a gay and happy mood, 
With gloves in hand before my glass I 
stood, 
My heart was throbbing and my pulses 
burned, 
When the door opened and I gaily turned. 
One moment I was locked in glad embrace, 
As proudly ’gainst his breast I hid my 
face; 
And then the door swung softly back again, 
Ah, could I from this memory refrain. 
A gentle fragrance seemed to fill the room, 
Of violets pall, or some such sweet 
perfume ; 
As clad in black a woman crossed my life 
The door swung to again—she was his 
wife. 
The social world was left — I’d flung away, 
My richest jewel for this heart of clay ; 
A dazzling brilliant dream had lost its light, 
It was as dark now as it had been bright. 
Why do I tell you this at last my friend? 
Because my journey here is near its end, 
I am so cold, so hard, so weary too, 
Of living my lone life with dear ones few: 
I’ve hid the ache, the loneliness and strife, 
The social magnates think they’ve filled 
my life, 
I’ve breasted high the crowd who crave to 
know 
What turned my life from happiness to 
woe. 
As fashions feted darling I am known, 
My pathway with rare blossoms has been 
strewn, 
But one was plucked from me with bitter 
tears : 
Ah,—friend how long ago? How many 
years? 
Tonight I am in richest satin dressed, 
Not looking, as I know, quite at my best, 
Still lam keeping up the idle show, 
I cannot drop the mask just yet you know. 
Bend near me, friend, the light is growing 
dim 
Talk gently of that long ago— and him. 
When | am gone and you shall take his hand, 
Tell him I loved him best in all the land. 
36) Pages. Three Cents 
ON THE MANCHESTER-MAGNOLIA ROAD 
Say that I did forgive, for who can tell 
How hard the struggle when temptation fell. 
For him I longed and wondered if I’d send, 
If in his arms he’d take me e’er | went. 
A sham, a masquerade, an idle show, 
Is what is forced on some of us you know. 
Hold tight my hand and dry your tears, dear 
friend 
The light is going — strife is at an end. 
SUMMER SHOW 
August Flower Show of the North Shore 
Horticultural Society Held at Essex County 
Club This Week—Some Excellent Ex- 
hibits 
The annual summer flower show of 
the North Shore Horticultural society 
was held at Manchester Wednesday 
and Thursday of this week in a mam- 
moth tent on the lawn, near the Essex 
County club grounds. Both in point 
of excellence in the display made and 
in the attendance on both days, did 
the show excel any similar event of 
the past on the North Shore. 
The growing interest in the shows 
of the society was very much in evi- 
dence this week, in the large number 
of people from along the Shore who 
attended. The fact that the weekly 
band concert was held at the club on 
Wednesday afternoon was responsible 
for bringing many people to the show. 
Continued on pages 32 and 33 
SCENE AT SINGING 
Courtesy of New Magnolia Hotel 
BEACH, MANCHESTER-BY-THE-StA 
