The Huntington argus. [volume] (Huntington, W. Va.) 1872-1905, 1873-02-15

But was not jealous; nay, not though
she had cramped me in little earth
bound cell Of clay. | enyied wistfullv in
deed, as envied the swallows their wing,
which cleft the air, asking no mans leave
Tor their liberty. But | would not have
manned a swallow piniou had had the
power, and would not have abridged an
hour OF Lilis freedom FloweI- are like
your poets; they give ungrudgingly, and.
hike all lavish givers, are seldom recon-
Yensed in Sind.
We csst all our world of blossom. all our
treasury Of fragrance, at the feet Of the one
We love; and then, having spent ourselves
IN that too abountant sacrifice, you cry.
"A yellow, faded rhingl-to the dust-hole
with itr and root us up violently and
ding us to rot with the refuse and offal :;
not remembering the days when our burden
OF beauty made sunlight in your darkest
places, and brought the odors Of lost
paradise to breathe over your bed of fever.
Well, there-is one consolation. Just so
likewise do you deal with your human
wonder-flower OF genius
Lii went for her day in the green mid
summer world-she and little blithe. hap
py-hearted group OF young work people
aud | stayed in the garnet window Il hot and
thirsty, and dropping and pale, choked by
the dust that drifted up from the pave
ment, and hearing little all day long save
the quarrels OF the sparrows and the whirr
OF the engine-wheels in baking house
close at hand.
For 1t was some great day or other. when
AL Paris was out IN Jete, and every one
was away from his or her home, except
such people as the old bedrddem woman
and the cripple who watched her. So, at
least, the white rooEpigeons told me, who
ilew where they listed, aud saw the whole
splendid city beneath them-saw all its
slstening OF arms and its sheen Of palace
roofs, all its gllded domes ana its white.
wide squares, all it, crowds, many -hurd a.
a field of tulips, aud its flashing eagles gol-
den as the sun.
When had been alone two hours. and
whilst the old building was silent and EN-,
ty, there came across the street from his
own dwelling place the artist Rene. with a
parcel beneath his arm.
lie cameu the stairs with a light. noise.
less step, and pushed open the door ofour
attce. He paused on the threshold mo-
ment, with he sort Of reverent. hu,hed
look on his face that | had seen on the ia.
ces Of one or two swarthy, bearded, SCARED
soldiers ~ they paused before the picinas
at the door Of the little chapel which
stood in my sight on the other side OF our
street
Then he entered, placed that which he
carried on a wooden chair fronting the
light, uncovered it, and went quietly out
again, without the women in the inner clio
set hearing him
What he had brought was the canvas
had seen grow under lis hand. the PANT
ing OF me and the lamp and Lii. do not
doubt how he had done it:it was surely
the little attic window, homely and true in
likeness, and yet he had glorihei Us all.
and 50 framed in my leaves and NV while
flowers, the low oil flame and the fair head
OF my mistress, that there was that ~ .he
little picture which made me trembe and
yet Toe glad. On "A slender slip OF paper at
tached TO it there was written, I'll NY pas
de mutt sans etoilr'
Oh him saw no more The picture kept
me silent company all that day
At evening Lii came. IL was late. She
brought with her sweet, cool perfume of
dewy mosses and fresh leaves aud straw.
berry plants-sweet a. honey She came
iu with a X, dreamy briiiauce iu her
eyes and = lengthy coil OF foliage 10 her
hands
She brought to the canary chieloveed
and leaf Of lettuce She kissed m. aud
laid wet mossc, on my pnrchjng roofs. aud
lauu.d me with the breath Of her ire-h
lips She took to the old women wthin 10
huge cabbage leaf fail OF cherries. having.
] doubt not, gone herself without. 100 order
to bring lhe uujdy iruit % them.
She bad been happy. but s!,a wa very
quiet To those who love the country It's
she and 1.I, aud. thus loving b., have Co
dwell 300 cities, there il a- much of pain
perhaps. a- oi pleasure ina hectius glimpse
Of the lost heaven.
She WIS tired ar5.'at FOR q while. and