The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1877-05-09

ACCuAA " Ills odluIdl1OuSS uldt was Ill n |
bow, a shadow, a vibration-th fabric |
for fancy to weave webs of, uncertain aim |
TOR the fairy arrows of the tabled god
but enough; for the unseen is sometimes
more potent than the seen, and once
lovers imagination sets to work, it finds |
material in lightest token and least pal
pable substance.
Gordon, for all the worldliness on which
he prided himself, was young still, and
modest, and it took more than month of
these passings and rcpassings before he
gained courage for the holder step of lay
ing rose on the sill of the closed window.
There it lay in the morning, dewy and
fresh, as he went by. Returning alright,
he glanced across the street and felt a
heartbeat: the rose was gone, and.
Did the gloritied shadow within vibrate
lite more distinctly than usual2 Gordon
dared to hope so.
Another morning, and another-more
roses. On the forth day, grown holder,
Gordon ventured ON boquet-a boquet
all violets, save for one great Marechal
Neil in the center. On the fifth day he
took desperate step, and, armed with
another buch of violets, crossed the street,
and tapped ever so gently on the blue
glass pane.
The window opened, and the sweet face
appeared, deep flush of the cheeks, and
a frank light in the blue eyes.
II beg pardon for interrupting your
seance," said Gordon, gravely. But l
ventured to bring you few blue flowers;
l believe they arc recommended for use
with the blue glass;"
"You are very thoughtful"
''Thc experiment interests me-" went on
Gordon, audaciously. at is such new
idea, and yet there may be a great truth
involved in it. I am anxious to know
how it works. Do you feel benefited thus
| far?'
"I-don't- know" the dimplcs dying
out, and sad little lines forming about
the mouth. "It doesn't seem as if it
could do me any particular good If my
uncle" Here she paused.
what were you going to say?" asked
Gordon, coaxingly.
II ought not, perhaps. 1t was only, if
my uncle would let me walk and go out
little, I think it would do me more good
than the blue glass;
"Do you never walk, then, or 90 out?
But why do I ask? Of course l should
have met you.'
"Oh no, I never do, except IN the gar
den. My uncle says life is too short for
purposes Of idle recreation, and purposes
of health can be pursued at home" The
blue eyes danced through their mists as
she spoke, like sun through rain Gordon
was enchanted.
II never heard of anything so prepos-
terous" he exclaimed. "Tons of blue
glass could never make up for the lack of
air and cheerful companionship. Are you
never allowed to accept any invitations?
Do you never go to parties?
parties! Why, I don't know any
body. | never spoke to single person
in Pontoosac, except my uncle and Dixie
and you. There is Dixie calling me
now. I must not stay. Thank you so
much for the violets"
The window closed with an memorable
click, and Gordon walked homeward, full
fathoms five in love, and with wrath at
| his heart at the uncle who thus shut up
and hemmeQ in q creature so fair and
bright, and formed for happy things.
"I'll be even with the old dragon yet"
he muttered; and he made ready his
armor and sharpcned an imaginary lance
with all the zeal of Pcrseus preparing for
the rescue of Andromeda.
Weeks went on. The blue pane opened
regularly now at the sound of particular
pair of boot heels on the pavement.
Sweet words and looks came out; roses
went in; what besides roses we will not
particularly ask. Day by day fresher
bloom tinted Bcrtha's cheeks-for Bertha,
it seemed, was the pretty name of the
lady of the pane-fresher light lit her
eyes, and day by day Gordon found both
cheeks and eyes more adorable. Making
love through window has its sweets, but
also its disadvantages. Deep were the
consultations between the two as to how
a different state of things was to be
brought about ending always in this,
from the impassioned Gordon: "If
worst comes to worst, there's this blessed
blue pane. It's quite big enough to let
you pass my darling; and if can't have
you through the door, I swear I will
through the window. Well try for the
door first, though"
At last daring scheme occurred to him,
and carefully shabby in dress, with his
| OlOCSC litt, stlltl u uOlc-DOOh Ill HIS nduU,
he passed the gate, rang the disused door
bell, which tinklcd quecrly in the silences
within; and when, after long delay, the
blcar-cyed Dixie opened, handed her a
card on which he had written, Desires an
interview on a scientific subject and
with an authoritative manner babe her car
~ it to Mr. Lang. The old woman blinked
at him curiously, but after a moments
hesitation showed him into q sittingroom,
and went ON his errand.