Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1875-05-07
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She was desperately fond Of admiration,
| and now saw that half of her sternness To-
her niece had been the result of jealousy.
| The gay deceivcr was an angel. He took off
Mrs Jessamine, and Mary bloomed like a
| swcetbrier.
l use the simile advisedly, for there was a
certain prickly self-defense about Mary
| which always reminded me of that delicious
and odOrous shrub. She was impenetrable
and mysterious At once the most trans
| earent and truthful of human beings, she
had mysterious absences, little journeys by
| herself with the maid, and queer, abstractcd
| moments which never could fathom. Poo
| pie who travel together, and are as intimate
as we were, become curious about each 9TH
| cr's movements.
| What business was it of mine ? often
asked. What right had to feel curious or
| 10 inquire why Mary went, came or had fits
| of absence of mindy Simply that / was
in love with her and could not help It.
She and Bertha HGmmerstein got on won
derful well together. They were two clear
eyed, bright girls, with no morbid elements
| about them, and always seemed to suit each
other. How wonderfully they dug up old
Ferrara, and with what delight and intelli-
| gence did they study the frescoes at Raven
ma. They were both great and diigent
readers of 7. Adolphus Trollope, and his
| beautiful Italian novels of Gemma," " Le-
onora Casalori," The Sealed Packet and
better than all, a Siren" were our guide
books through these enchanting spots
Mary wore the ring with two lions" and
| grew kinder to me every day. Never can
forget one day in the Pinetta, near
Ravenna, where we had gone to verify our
7. Adolphus. l do not intend to tell what
occurred, but l know that Hammerstein
that Ainslie, who had been talking elective
atiinities with Bertha, looked back quite too
often as we wandered through the pines.
Often at our hotel we found Mr.. Handy
side Marbury. He was not man to present
to the ladies, but Ainslie and l, over our
evening cigar, had many good talk with
him. He seldom chose any subject less
erudite than the Merovingian Kings, and he
and Ainslie would discuss Charlemagne with
as much interest and with scarcely less avid
ity than two politicians show talking over
General Butler Mr.. Marbury, like many q
good d-for-nothing whom have known, was
entirely above gossip. II is your respecta-
bic man, with an interest in the country,
who wishes to know if you have heard that
Mr.. A is little too attentive tu Mrs. b, and
that is rather shaky on his commercial
legs Handyside Marbury lived in an at
mospherc of great principles, grand ideas,
for Cyril, Bishop 6f ,GletSxabdria,, 6ceaAsePRt
religious honesty of that prelate was ques-
tionable. Handyside Marbury, in thread
bare coat, and with five borrowed dollars in
his pocket, sat in judgment on Tarquin, last
of the Kings of Rome, and think Tarquin
had the worst of it.
So was very much surprised when he
broke off suddenly in the midst of an elo-
quent essay on Roland and Oliver, Paladins of
Charlemagne, and asked me about Mrs. Jes-
samine and Mr.. Carter. Had those worth
les stepped down from the facade of the
cathedral l should not have been more
moved. Ainslie said bushed: why, / do
not know, except that incongruity affects the
mind somewhat rs outraged modesty is said
to, and anything more incongruous than
.,.I1 -l.n,N t1,a hfr1l.
respectable Mrs. Jessamine ] could not con-
ceve
$50 your elderly belle is the one to be
matched, l see" began Mr.. Marbury.
az thought you cared for no belle since
Cleopatra" / answered through my bushes.
Z" love fools whenever | see them. They
shall inherit the carth," said Marbury Il
have locked on occasionally at your party
(although l confess the present is the only
age of the world that do care for), and /
have seen that elderly Irritation with pleas
ure and interest. 1t amuses me to see types
reproduced. Here in Mrs. Jessamine | see
again Octavia, and all the stupid, formal
fools who have their weaknesses underneath.
Do you think she win marry Carter? ~
Il do not know the state of Mrs. Jes-
samine's affections, nor her matrimonial
Intentions" l answered, in a voice which
was intended to be severe.
"She is very rich. He will get great
deal of money. He has nothing She is a
fool" said Handyside Marbury, growing
flushed and excited, as he scarcely had done
since he defended Hypatia.
Ainslie and walked away astonished.
What should he know or care for these peo-
pleY
Verona is very poor place to make love
in, in spite of Romeo and Juliet Verona is
the Amazon of Italian cities. She has stood
at the foot of the Alps, barring her beautiful
breast to the storm, defending the softer
DANES who live further south, for many cen
turies. / think it has made her hard and
unsympathetic. She is beautiful, clear, and
cold, like Diana. How splendidly she wears
her coronet of fortiiicatOns-how goddess
like she is as she bathes her feet in the blue
| water of the Adige She holds the tomb of
| Juliet in her bosom, not as a loving sister,
| but as a cold moralist, saying: "Oh, ye mis-
| taken children of passion, see, see, to what
| dust and ashes red sandstone bath-tubs
| and dried leaves you too are coming, If you
love as did this foolish Juliet Be like me
| cool, warlike, bristling; wear sandals on
| your feet instead of high-heeled slippers ro-
| setted. Go and look at my Amphitheater
where lions and tigers ate up the young
girls. Better for them, | assure you,
| than matrimony. Go shake the chain
armor around the tombs of the
| Scaligers. Do you see any monuments there
| to Case Grandc's wife, or to anybody's wife?
! No, we have never cultivated the softer emo
! tions in Verona; mistake of Shakcspeare's,
| who was no historian except when he delin-
eated our little tempers. strike my shield
and call to arms, not in the tender but in the
| AmaZonian sense"
Such Is the atmosphere of Verona. II
struck across me, after the gentler impress
sions of Siena, Parma, Bologna, like a
| breath from the unyielding SHOWS of the
Alps. From all of which fine writing you
may draw the simple truth, which l might
have told three paragraphs back If l had
| chosen-when we got to Verona Mary
| snubbcd me.
In vain did take her to walk, to the Cy
press Gardens, the tomb Of Juliet, to the
haunted shades of the Amphtheater, She
was absent-minded, sad, cold, troubled. The
dear abandon to smiles and girlish coquetry
| so suited to her age and TO our relations
| growing, as thought, more naturally lover
Ike, which had made me so happy in the
Pineta, were all gone, and totally unsympa
thetlc being sat by my side.
We were alone in the Amphithcater; NJ
spectators but the ghosts of the buried EN-
perors looked down on us; and determined
to speak out. / cleared my throat-alas
was my phrase properly to be like that o
those poor fellows who came out thousant
years ago, and said; lie morituri salu
tant Y'
" Mary" said I, stretching out my hant
for hers, "why are you so sad and cold L
mey Are you not my love-my darling-ml
lifeg Has Hammerstein stolen you from
me, OF has Ainslie won you away, with hi
y
have not misunderstood me, am sure Hay,
/ misunderstood you "
She looked me mournfully in the face
/ Charleton," said she, 81 can explain moth
ing, except that this acquaintance Of our
must stop here. Forgive me If have givel
you any reason to hope. i ought never L
be young, and loving, and frivolous. an
. called To other paths. Nay, should no
have taken your ring, given though II wa
In light moment of friendship-not at a
4 as love gage"
: Here she blushed deeply; and she took o.
a the ring with the two lions-she as red a
) the ruby in the eye Of the lioness. locke
4 at her long and earnestly. She did not loo
at me, nor relent one moment from the cold
r sad, distracted gaze ON the ground; he
bushes died away into cold pallor, 1t wa
T chilling enough, but it did not entirel
0 freeze me. / saw, if she did not love mi
e that she loved no other man, Her absorl
a ton was of another kind.
a May ask If your aunt has anything
l. do with your present feeling, Maryt' said
s "You may ask me nothing" said she.
~ Il Al H.. Il