The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1879-12-18
ETHEREAL LOVE.
A Love Story of the Ever Paulo.Post
Future.

The birds were singing merrihy in the
trees and all nature seemed instinct with
new life; bees were 'humming among the
flowers and-in fact it waIsumner again,
for the old order of things had given
way to the new. Sirius, the dog star,
had in its turn become the, North star,
and indeed it was about the only one of
theancient fixed luminaries that had re-
mained visible from the earth, for the
solar system had wandered far away and
successfully entered portions of space
where Orion and the Bear had become
as small and dim as the Pleiades once
were, and then had ceased altogether
from the armament. The earth was
under new heaven cleaning with con-
stellations fairer than any that ever be-
fore shone upon it.
The science of an elder had taught
that in time the sun would grow dim
and cold and when that time should ar
rive all life would cease on the planets,
which would wander through space
merely as SO many vast grayeyards of
departed generations. But happily this
dream had been proved false by the
event, for although the center of our sys-
TEN had indeed become no longer capa-
bic of sending its life-giving light and
heat to its satellites, yet the deficiency
had been made up by the approach Of
the whole system as body To another
sun, compared with which our quondam
central fire was but as the smallest of the
asteroids measured in terms of the sun.
In the light and warmth of this new cen
ter the earth Law out like a basking
hound and enjoyed itself idly. But, of
course, the hearts of men and women
had lost none of their restlessness, their
pride, their loves and their hates, for had
they done SO they would have been no
longer human hearts-you kill a man as
efIectually if you tear his heart out as if
you cut his head otf-and this being the
case it is not surprising that on that
warm December day two ladies should
be found conversing as follows:
"Where do you intend to spend the
summer, Mrs. TregarvaF"
The speaker was a beautiful blonde in
the early dawnof womanhood. Her lux
liant hair foated free about brow of
more than alabaster whiteness; the flush
on her cheek outvied the rose, and her
eyes-oh! her eyes; what could they be
ikened to save the stars for luster and
the quietude of twin lakes for depth!
Her form was matchless, and in time
would develop to Juno-like proportions.
These facts alone show how enduring is
the nature of man which through all vi
cissitudes emerges in the same sort of
heroine even after the passage of myriads
Of ages. Such heroines are there now,
and such were there then, and such will
there ever be till the novelist's pen at
least drops from his nerveless hand and
he goes to soak his aching brow in the
infinite ethereal pail of the everlasting
Paulo-Post-Future. The lady was
learned, too, and had written treatises
not only on "The Fourth Dimension of
Space" but on the "Nth Dimension"
as we'll. She spoke Aryan Ikea native,
and what is more, she understood it. She
had published an amended and critical
edition OF the complete works of Augusta
J. Evans, and spoke exceeding we'll of
pyramids Nevertheless and notwith-
standing all this she now said simply:
"Where do you intend to spend the
summer, Mrs. Tregarvaw
Mrs. Tregarva was faded old lady
who banged her false front and tried to
make the world believe that she was
young She was dressed in the height of
fashion and in nature and by acquire
ment she was censorious to degree. She
was so utterly disagreeable that even the
hand of fiction refuses to portray her
further-which was where most people
would like to see her. In reply to our
heroine's question she snapped out:
"Pshaw! l don't want to 20 any
where. simply because l don't know of a
single spot in the system where folks can
be exclusive. Jupiter has become de-
cidedly vulgar and as for Mercury it is
quite overrun with the canaille. / had
some thoughts of going to Saturn, but
Mrs. Mink spent last season there and
says it is too loud for anything. What
in the world this universe is coming to
Pm sure / don't know; there isn't nook
nor corner left for exclusive people!
Hey-day! tra-la-la, away we go!" and her
wizened old face was horrible to see as,
with one convulsive wrinkle she pulled
the top Of her scalp down under her chin
and then, with snap, clapped it back
again to its original position. '. .
"John and J." returned our heroine,
whose name, by Vhe way, was Amelia
Jones, "have had some thoughts Of try.
ing the sun this year. 1t is old and it is
not SO fashy as it used to he. I hear that
very few people visit it now; the multi
tude like glare and glitter, the artist
loves effects, and hear that some Of the
most startling though pleasing effects are
to be seen from the sun that can be
found anywhere" ~.
"Much better 60 to Neptune" said the
harridan through her set nose. "At all
events it is warmer there; I always have
to wear a heavy shawl in the sun, and
shawl doesn't become my style of
beSdty."
Amelia laughed light silvery laugh
and remarked: .s
sl"John thinks he would like the sun on
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