The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1878-01-15

All, you are heart sick, you are enchant-
ID BY this yourg lady
Y.s. am sick my mind is bewildered.
| have presentiment that in this quiet val.
ley I will find the rxst I 50 long have
sought.
Tristan, you have forgotten that the
King waits for you.
Oh, yes, the King, what shall I say to
him! As Tor the Provence it is already my
ovn, and with God and the right I can
lake il with the sword. Shall bind my
self to his daughter whom no one knows
and no one has ever seen, While here l.
O, do not speak it. You know best what
the future demands Of you, but you are en-
chsnted. Tear this name from your breast
In case could. True, I am enchanted.
All, You here yet? They must all be far
away. I have called but NO one comes to
me. Why do they leave me alone?
I will remain. Only forgive me. I
have been guilty Of wrong that I must
make right while you slept took this
amulet from your breast for souvenir
Here il is.
An amulet, belongs to me? No l think
not, but will ask Martha.
As compensation give NE one OF your
red roses.
What! \ rose? Gladly, here il is.
Give me red one; give me q red one.
~ beautiful as yourself. Here from this
bush.
Take it yourself.
No, let me take one you plucked With
your own hsnds, I admire your choice.
The white rose, in whose calyx dreams the
melancholy red, resembles this valley in its
dream.like beauty. Give me still another
rose, . white one. will fAsten il il my cap
and wear il in remembrance of you. No, I
do not want that one, want another white
one.
What is Thu!
Can you tell me how many roses have
in my hand?
Give them to me.
No. without touching them.
How can ].
Oh. she is blind !. believe that it Car
be done.
You are wrong. II I would know the
size and number Of things must feel them
That is simple enough.
Yes-yoa are right blu, sometimes
Sometimes? speak,
remember that-that there are many
thing, many flowers. which one can disiin.
gnish only by the color.
You mean BY that the quality and form
do you not?
Oh no, do not mean that.
Are flowers then 40 hard to distinguish
Are not roses round, and soft. and fine? A.
delicae to the touch n breath Of air, and
Is soft and warm a. q summer evening
The pink is not like the rose. lts fra
GRANGE stupe6es you, like the strong wine
gave you. And the cactus-they ar
pointed needles, like the wind in sharI
winter weather.
How strange. has no one ever told you
that objects could be distinguished at u dis
lance BY the help Of the eye:
At . distance? Yes, ! know the it'll,
bird that sits on the roof and MARBLES il
song for all mankind.
know the friendly neigh OF the horss
that l ride every day. But Of the help o.
the eyes. Of that they have said nothing
Is it anything one can learn, an instrument
Of costly manufacture, or perhaps, it Is 4
simple tool can you teach me the use of it
U, Great God she does not know that
she is blind,
Speak from what laud did you come
You use expressions that no one under
stands. Is the valley where you live ~
very different from this place? Will yoG
remain here and teach me what I want t.
know?
No, my beautiful lady, no, cannot
teach you.
fyou only will, believe you car. Others
say that am teachable, many who have
visited US have taught me this thing and
that, only try. know cannot be mistaken
you are 90 good to me; your voice sounds
so friendly, so mild you will not refuse il
l ask you. Speak, and shall be atten'
tive.
All, your attention will be Of little help
But tell me one thing, have you not no.
siced that no part Of your body was with.
out some especial use, some object? With
your fingers and hands you take hold oil
things; your feet, however small, bear you
wherever you want to 90. The sound oil
words and tones reaches the soul through
the ear; the breast guards the light breath
which carelessly rises and sinks it. Nov
tell me what use are your eyes?
You ask me what use? ! had never
thought Of it-but it 10 very easy to an
sver? In the evening when ] am tired ]
close my eyes in sleep. and It brings rest to
my whole body. As surely - I know !
have feeling in the points Of my fingers. !
know my eyes are Of use to me. Once
when vas planting . rose bush, little
animal sprang up and bit my finger, ]
vept from pain. When my father re-
turned after he had remained away . long
time, I cried for JOY. Through them I re-
ceive rest when am tired-through them
pain il softened, and have purer Joy.
o, forgive me! Yonr soul shines With
such brightness you do not need the lisht
We must have. Shall believe that you
have received from some unknown being
another sense that is lost to Us. You live
here between the mountains in q valley
that seems enchanted. Did you come from
the East with host Of Peri? Or. are you
one Of Brahma's daughters, which magi-
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