The Jasper weekly courier., 1875-08-13

N's~
new."
Culbertson is practical man. lie bit
his lip and pondered.
Were you ever this way beforef'
Heaven Does man come into the
world twice, or have two identiuesy Is
! love disease that attacks you In the full
of the moon. or circumstance that comes
once 10 all like death itself? Culbertson,
I'm astonished AZ your question. Consider
| II could ever be this way before when
there is but one divinity on earth and
have Just met her. Equally sensible would
il be for st. Peter 10 ask you when you
reach Heaven II II Is your second or third
visit
BUT Culbertson is also amiable, and an
amiable man listens 10 you. Tie smoked
his cigar in the moonlight and let me ooze
I from an overloaded heart.
know itg" said l; "why woman al
ways knows il. She can tell by an inter
nal process OF her own who admires her
when she has her eyes shut. Besides,
took occasion 10 be introduced immedi-
ately; 10 hover round her, yeu know like
the moth about the candle and all that sort
of thing; TO trembIe when | touched her,
10 sigh when l LETT her, to blaze up when
she reappesrei, TO quote poetry when she
listened, sweet amorous poetry OF Swim
burne's and-wcll, you know, Byron's of
course. She treated me with an imperious
pity at first. But as she found me ardent,
educated, well-to-do, a profound lover of
nature, keen admirer OF beauty, a tender.
emotional person; in fact altogether un-
like the thoughtless herd that swarm
about her, methinks her heart warmed TO
me. She was not sorry when she met me
on the sweet and dewy croquet-ground.
She did not disdain 10 listen when read
Walt Whitman and Winter i'm the pagoda,
with the moon coming through the lattice
work. By the way, did you ever notice the
charming effect of moonlight coming
through lattice-work when you are read
ing Wintery She allowed me to call her
Clymene. daughter of Oceanus, and was
to her an lapetus. Neat idea. eh asked
no other name. To others she might be
johnson or, alas Brown or Muggins.
To me she was Clymene, sea-born, my
own"
Yes. yes" said Culbertson; under
stand all that. What sort of looking
woman is she ?"
+" Radiant, radiant; mature, but tender !;
womanly, but overflowing with the grace
and enthusiasm of youth; tall, queenly.
voluptuous. magnificent
"Who does she look like"
Helen of Troy"
"Don't know her. said Culbertson.
Mention somebody in Albany"
Jack cried. '.she is peerless. Com
parison is out OF the question. The whole
amount OF il is that have met the finest
woman in the world, and I've got TO make
her mine. think l can do it,"
Who's her father?n
"A heavy iron man: that's all | know
Whats her prospectsy'
"Undisturbed devotion, If she listens to
me-"
"How much is she worth?'
Intrinsically, Ind or Australia Com
mercially, never inquired. Perfection Is
not quotable."
What's her disposition ~
angelic, with dash of tigress in il TO
make one remember she is a woman. I'll
show her to you one of these evenings
introduce you, if she will permit it,"
Culbertson promised to keep my secret
to himself, and then jumped into a phae-
ton, and, driving TO every hotel in the
place. told all my acquaintances that Nym
Crinkle was spoony; clean gone up; had
bargained for ring; was, Ia word, In
the last stage of amorous idiocy.
"Clymene," / said, "we are the OBJ
served OF all Observers phrase you may
have heard before. Let US be cicum-
spect."
Shall ever forget the majesty Of her
proud rejoinder: Have no fear, sir; we
could not be otherwise"
A tribute at once to my sincerity and
her modesty.
Twas surprised at my heroism In the
face of so much curiosity. Bat the fact is
love makes hero of a man when nothing
else will. 1 began. as | said, to admire
Long Branch. All AZ once the afternoon
drive along the bluff appeared in its true
colors. The women looked happier; the
men appeared more contented. | was
sensible of a burning desire to do some
thing rash and dangerous. Noticed. too,
that sang when got out of bed in the
morning. thing never did before in
all my life. Then IL occurred to me that
ii would be doing psychology a service ii
kept a record OF my feelings. / remem-
bered that brave men had written down
their emotions with poison in their stom-
achs. at least could do as much with an
elixir in my blood.
bought an album.
Some Of its jottings are startling for
their rfervor-such is the impetus of the di-
vine flame.
MAN IL indeed an animal and love is
the tin kettle which destiny ties to the
animals tall"
That Is not a pretty sentiment, but II Is
forcible. Besides, am quoting from the
album now.
How beautiful are the children play
ing on the grass. They are the sentiene
flowers worn In the button-hole of trut
manhood"
"Long Branch is truly delicious spot.
Such repose. Such eternal melody of
winds and waves. Such sylvan groves
with the ocean always murmuring in
them, and never wearyIng one with its in
telligibility."
Benson says he would have known |