The Jasper weekly courier., 1875-08-13
LOVES YOUNG DREAM.

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be caught az last
All. me- Ii 10 appointed unto all men
once 10 do il. | knew il must come SOON
er or later. Ii was impossible TO live such
gfe of unalloyed bliss as had led for
(say) fifty years without meeting my fate
ar some time.
1 met her at Long Branch.
Perhaps you doubt that she was the
loveliest woman that eye ever rested upon.
The old story, say your Now, look here /;
do you suppose that have not had some
training in this sort of thing? When
say that she was my ideal. the vision that
mad h united me In my dreams, the one
sweet individuality that my soul had been
yearning for. | want you TO understand
that am talking sense in sober earnest
ness.
Why, sir. Long Branch blossomed like
the rose after had seen her. That dreary
waste OF hotel which the mortals call West
End suddenly became pavilion Of beauty
when ! learned that she stopped there.
The lead-colored sea sang a new hosanna.
| saw that | had made a mistake In the
place. The scales fell from my eyes. The
birds we're singing in the branches; the
skies were bluer and brighter than skies
ever were before. The long afternoon
changed from weary desert Of hours to
an ecstasy Of moments. Color came into
ny cheeks, new light shone in my eye.
4 stepped proudly, as if there was some
thing worth living for now. Benson said
TO me, why, OLD fellow, whats the mat
ter with you? Never saw you In such
superb spirits" and | swelled out my
breast with oxygen and pride and said,
q Benson, my boy, we've 81 got TO go
through with this thing at some time.
Some 20 through Ii early In life and some
later. It's the waking up of unsuspected
emotions "Oh. is ity" said Benson !;
II thought il was the sea air."
$50 II is, - / cried with the gayest man
ner. What Is sea air but the breath Of
Aphrodite. And who is Aphrodite but
the goddess of love? She has breathed
the brath Of life into me. I'm born
again"
Benson il rather stupid fellow. Take
him out OF billiards or yacht matters, and
he Is not remarkable for his knowledge or
1is delicacy. He only said, Well. ri he
blowed, You're the last man | expected
to see in this condition.
IL was right--a star fell.
Benson" said /. .'observe that meteor.
Ii seems like spark. Ii may be an expir-
ing world. Hereafter when ray Of mys-
terious happiness CLEANS athwart your
path do not hastily meAure ii with your
ridiculous philosophy. Remember what
Hamlet says: There are more things in
heaven -N
:. Meteor, be hanged :" said Benson.
"That's lightning-bug. j think the de-
lirium tremens have CLEANED athwart your
path"
mention this incident merely to Illus
trate mans inhumanity to man.
-.
SAY fifty years / had flung a copious con-
tempt upon the inevitable sentimentalism
of my sex. One by one | had seen the
companions Of my youth drop into i'm
becility and romance and cease TO be ra-
tional creatures, and lau yhed at them
heartlessly.
But in every mans breast there Il i'm.
planted consciousness of his own fate.
The contempt which he radiates into
space so freely will one day commence to
return.
But a truce to philosophy. | met Cul-
bertson. He turned me round once or
twice. and then tested me In his way-by
abusing the place. | defended it with
enthusiasm. "Pah!" said he, you're In
love"
''By my sires,- | cried, "you have sum-
married my existence. Ii is destiny in a
sentence. The truth was never so COM
pactly put. II facts were targets and
words were bullets you'd carry of the
Elcho Shield of my admiration"
"Who Is sheYr inquired Culbe-tson.
i whipped him into a summer-house
o'erlooking the summer sea. "She's the
ultimate excellence Of her sex. She's
Venus, Juno, Minerva and all the brood of
comparisons packed into one boddice.
When saw her my soul dropped upon Its
knees; my judgment vacated its throne,
saying, This Is the grand crisis Her
looks intoxicated me. Her eyes were dag
gers that killed my independence. She
cast glance at me, and was manacled.
She walked away and kissed my hand to
The old world behind me, saying, with