Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1879-05-22

He found her little different than hi
expected. In writing one can always dis
sem BILE better than in speaking. He,
cool, almost harsh mind, which was in
terested neither in love, spring or nature
but solely land only for a brilliant
wedding was daily disturbance.
But the girl knew how to chatter SO
prettily and looked so charming, that
she soon had the susceptible young
poet over head and ears in love with
her. It was not delayed long, and
Sidonie reached her longed-for goal
they were welded.
The newly married couple journeyed
to Italy; Sidonia had already seen Paris.
They returned after several months to
Vienna-he all love, she all happiness
that she might at last wear diamonds
and silk dresses-and not little tired Of
hearing the many, many, poems that
her handsome husband dedicated to her
and for which she must necessarily
appear interested.
1t cannot last forever, thought sidonie
so one morning she arranged the
writing table of her husband and threw
out whole load of unpublished poems,
which were carefully laid one upon the
other, and specified to be sent to the
publishers.
Quietly, Sidonie seized the pile and
threw it in the fire.
When her husband came home, the
following dialogue took place:
"Do you know what l have done,
Carl?"
"Well?"
"But you must not be angry"
"What is it, then?
"But you must not get angry. Ihave
burned your manuscript"
Carl turned pale.
"My poems?" he stammered.
I" Yes, your poems. They were of no
use.'
Yes-but were they worse than my
first ones?'
"No; that is exactly 1.-THE first ones
were of no use either"
Carl is speeches..
Sidonie draws the astonished man to
her side on the sofa, and embraces him
tenderly.
II know what you would say" she
whispers, "Why did 1 write to your
IL will be truthful" ard she pictured
to him her sad girlhood, and pictured it
so desolate, so sad, that he was already
half convinced.
81 perceived from your poems that
you were no poet, but a noble, excellent
man." said she in conclusion. "For this
reason wrote you. You are SO loving,
so good, that it seemed like sin to leave
you longer in error. A stranger I could
deceive, but my husband, never!"
Gin the end this deceit has led to our
happiness. Did it not, Carl? For I love
you and you love me so very much."'
81 cannot reconcile myself to my hus-
bands spending his time, his knowledge,
over something worthless. wish you to
turn yourself toward earnest work and
give up writing poetry. Carl, if you do
not wish me to perish from sorrow and
pain, stop looking at me so unkindly. If
I have lost your love through my confess
sion, tell me; then will go away and
die. I must confess it all, Carl"
No; he was not angered by her confess
sion, though it gave him no Joy. He
forgave her half and half.
And while Carl by exception was a
most modest man, he saw after little
while that she was right, that his poems
were worth nothing. And his pretty
young wife, always fresh and amiable,
made him so happy, what wonder is it
that at last forgave her 80 fully that he
could laugh when they looked back and
spoke Of the time when she pretended
to be interested in his poems.
Aud So the girls stratagem bore good
fruit. Her parents were freed of an in
convenient daughter; it made one more
happy marriage, and made one poor
poet the less in the world. / think to
work much more good is seldom in the
power of a woman.