The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1875-05-24

pure marble, lighted by lamps fed by holy
oi.' and thought no i'll of any. So he went
his way; on it he met special friend OF his,a
Mrs. Dairy, who was overjoyed at the meet
ing, since she wanted him of all things, for
some private theatricals she was about to get
M. in which Peter would be altogether
lovely as she graphically said. Who could
resist such a speech from such lovely lips?
Not Peter Brown; and so it came about that
in month after the handkerchief episode the
drawing rooms of Mrs. Dairy were brilliantly
lighted, and half the world stood on tiptoe to
see the other half move on fantastic ones up
on the mimic stage set off from the end OF the
long room. Tie curtain rose to the entrance
of our friend Miss Godva, got up after the
look upon. When in the course Of the play
my lady has to say, "Ah! L have seen Mon
sieur before" Godiva gave very natural
start, for, in the lover entering, she sees
neither the stage, marquis nor the
real Peter Brown but the young man
whose handkerchief lies in her upper drawer
and whose wrought initials P. B., are fire.
uuent reproach to her. Godva saw quickly
that her Marquis did not in the least connect
the patched and rouged lady before him with
the catarrhal era, and the play went on and
off with grand success; everybody outdid
himself Peter congratulated himself that
he had not fallen PROSTATE over his long
sword, or harpooned any one with his spurs,
and Godva herself that she had escaped with
her life from her three inch heeled slippers,
this was before their introduction into socie-
ty.) After the incense pouring was over and
Peter had emptied his censor at the fair Mar
quies' feet, Mrs. Dairy presented Mr.. Peter
Brown in due form to Miss Godiva-why
should tell her other name since the reader
sees it must be speedily merged in Brown
dear neutral tint! Godiva and Peter were
neghbors, and what says moral and immor-
tai Miss Maria Edgeworth? ''Propinquity is
the origin of love.' When this fact was ascer-
tanned, bouquets with the young gentleman
began to arrive frequently at Miss Godiva's
door, and suddenly Peter desired to learn
Why is 1t people in love avoid their mother
tongue so? Even Bottom was translated
when he fell in love! And so the golden win
ter passed on into the rose colored summer
and the young people walked in the garden as
lovers should. Godiva, half in jest, asked
Peter if he could furnish German enough to
translate for her two lines of Heine's verse
of greeting "Wenn du cine Rose schant
| sag Ich lass Sic gusten."-(''If you see
Rose, say l send my love to her.
Peters heart swelled within him. He
thought nothing was ever prettier than
the rose bushing before him, and said
so. eff only she would bloom for him! Would
she?' So they entered Paradise and spoke
new language from that day and they found
not the slightest difficulty in expressing them
selves in it, as had been sometimes the case
in German. A year after all this behold Pc
ter and Mrs. Brown nee Godiva, at home;
there is charming little library opening
| from their drawing-rOom, a wood fire enjoys
| itself on the hearth and CLOVIS over the hya-
cinths which are opening in heavy spikes of
white and cream-colored flowers before the
| fire Mr.. Peter smokes his cigar and lazily
| tries to puff the smoke through the fur of an
| unoffending cat near him while he remarks
| to Mrs. Brown that It's singular cats shouldn't
like cigar smoke; then relapses into silence.
''Well?"' said Godiva. Eyes dear,-I was
thinking just then by queer chain of
thought first of this cats sneezng, then of
colds in ones head, then of a funny little
thing that happened to me once in the cars
| when / was coming in town. Did ever tell
| you about the young woman who carried off
my pocket-hullo! Ell ?' as Godiva blushed
suddenly and nestled in her chair. 600 on
DEAR" said she calmly. So Peter related the
tale twice told, concluding with, "She was
really very pretty young woman too, Puss.
Perhaps l should have called on her if I'd
known where she lived, or if had not gone
to the Dairy theatricals, met you, and tum-
bled into matrimony in consequence. VINO
knows what might have been ?''
The cigar rings assembled regularly, and the
smoker appeared to reflect on past visions,
but Mrs Brown kept demure silence. "What
in the world are you thinking of now, my
hearts delight?" said Peter, half hoping his
lady wife was family stirred by Jealousy.
thinking of, Peter? Why, the moral of your
story.'' "Moral! What is it 90 ''Me, Peter.
Commend me to the dlscernment of men!
Did you never really discover till this moment
that your shifting friend and your wife were
one and the same? Yes, dear, Pm the NOR
al.'' So saying, Mrs. Brown rose, and pro-
ducing from her work table small white
packet which she unfolded as she approached
her wide-eyed husband, ''and here's the pock-
ct handkerchief" Spy Jove!' quoth Peter
Brown.