The Dillon tribune. [volume] (Dillon, Mont.) 1881-1941, 1881-06-18
WisfrMane:,.
An Interview with q Nympth Of the
MOdprn World.
l'Or The August

For The Argus.
\ new life. like young sunrise. breaks
On the strange unrest Of the night.
Browning.
Jean Francois dc R.tz, having decided t.
rcnounce the pleasure OF the world and dc
vote his declining year. to tine study d
philosophy, sent tis cardinals hat to Pop<
Clement x, as his last official act, and as q
pledge to his newborn resolutions; bu,
when his holiness returned the hat the car.
dinal had already rcpentcd, and was SO dc.
lighted at seeing his gay ehatna" that he
made another resolve---ncver again to let it
go out Of his keeping So mach for tickle
resolution.
am nm old man. In my youth I looked
upon the world as vanity fair-a vast
ball loom. ran the gauntlet OF fashion
wore part;.colorcd waistcoats; made love in
several languages; played cards for high
stakes; drank Malmsey and Tokay; and
was recognized everywhere AZ triher and
coxco,nb. Years ago retired from the
world and became confirmed recluse and
biblio,naniac. But at this moment will
own 10 weakness, a faint desire, III becom.
Ing to ont of my aye and dignity, to taste
again Of tho golden cup which 4 ing from
me IN fit Of re,norse, as Jean Francois de
Rctz dotted his cardinals hat when the
world seemed mad and life harlrquinade
ia puppet show. Alas! can never shake
the govt out Of my swollen limbs, the
wrinkles out Of my time-wor ORR brow, the
gray hairs out Of my empty head, silvereei
over with the frosts Of many winters. Either
the age Is behind me, or am behind the
age, for seem to b. In supine state with
no power for connecting, logically, passing
events. can recall my early life and the
part played in several acts Of the human
comedy. remember my cues, rs though
had the prompt-book before me-my
exits and entrances at the critical period
when I made my debut on the worlds
stage. But now I cannot say with Emcr.
son, ain contemplating nature become a
transparent eve. ball; see all the Currents
nc"--for nature appea, to recedc from me
and tile currents OF life toss me about like
chip on the waters doubt whether
men give inc as much thought as tramps
''cstow on the milestones, whose inscrip.
lions are oblitcrated by time and the wealth.
or, that incline their heads by the waysidc.
'Fht: world has no use for me, cannot ac-
co,nmodatc myself to the usages and Gus.
toms. 1t would be no less difficult to
change my blanched hair to its pristine
hue, than to root out the notions-truths
say, but the world calls them cr,,tchets--
that intrench upon my feeble mind. And
yet, like the owl, tho victim Of nyctalopy,
.ce things III the night which am vain
enough to conjecture the dim reflex, or
pictures in shadow, Of passing events. Ma.
ture often becomes an open book to the
discerning eye through pantomimic cx.
f,sc Of her secrets; though was strangely
deceived ono evening in watching the pro-
lection oftwo heads IN juxtaposition on a
window curtain. and one Of then, the pro.
tile o., the only worn~n had ever loved.
Icou!d almost hear the sound Of her lips,
whose honey had slipped so often, as they
came in contact with those Of the abandon.
ed Lovelacc who sat within. In those
days mems oaths were as brittle as pie.
crust, but a young lady's word was US good
as her bond. ! besou ;ht her to speak the
truth before l parted from her forever.
She wound an arm around my neck, nest.
led her head on my shoulder, and. with a
emile told me was a foolish man. That
scttcld it. l was, indeed foolish man.
And thenceforth was moved to distru>t
appearances (and yet at this moment I
have vision by which nv faith in some
things is sadly shakenD for the girl loved
and the fellow could have spAt upon were
not kissing at all; they merely had their
heads together IN looking over u photo.
graph a.ban.
Did you ever wake up IN the middl. u
the night, shaken out Ola sound sleep, to
to tind your mind as clear Us mirror: II
SO, you have INDUCED in one Of those
wakeful dreoms which oft times roll up tin,
curtain ofthe past, disentangle the sk,in Of
the present. and forecast future events In
realistic co:ors.
had strange interview the other vi .l,t
with ny,nph Of the modern world. She
came to me unbiidcn, like one walking in
her sleep, to seek confident. Nv ox,~,9
"rxr, In whose keeping she might cn.rust
the secrets that burned within her. Rous
scau, the acute dcciphercr Of human ma
turc, believed that when !. girl imparts her
secrets 70 smother, It Is ,ss f;om desire to
inform friend than tn relieve herself
Surely, an octogcnarian like me will prove
as poor a custodian Of Il secret as the ser.
want Of old Midas, WHO whispered his into
hole he had dug In the ground. I'VE old
men become garrulous In our second
youth, and prat,le like chil.ircn.) As the
icwelcd hand Of the tair cir! s,rokcd my
heard and obtained me there. a willing car.
tive. had some such feeling a. pulsed
through the vein. Of Merlin. when vivien
-"Cwvcd an arm around his neck,
Chung ikea snake; and letting her Left
hand
Drop from his mighty shoulder rs a
Leaf