Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1882-09-21
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Say. you keep still there, was The
cry that greeted my astonished ears.
Now. ! belong to the race Of STAN
lYs, blue eblnod. monsieur. and men and
women are wont to lower their heads
in deferential acknow ledgement Of
any smile on nod from me. Tmagine.
then, my Indignation at this isnperti-
nent and unceremonious speech. Ny
occupation TOO. did not warrant this
interruption. The daY was sultry.
one Of those perfect days ia June the
foek rhapsodizes about. with lust !
susficion 81 ] sudden gust luflsIag Il
the distance. / had wandered out
Of town down BY the banks Of little
stream in quest Of fragrant bloom,
repose, and refreshing shade, If pos
sible to be had. / had found a
spot Of ideal beauty. and having
stretched my weary limbs on the cool
moss. was languidly throwing stones
at mud turtle on the opposite banks
of the stream and watching the effect
OF stray hits. The effect was all that
could have desired, the turtle per-
forming with unvarying regularity.
To add to my enjoyment i began to
hum, How so fair, and was think
ing what paradise this earth would
be could all my life be spent in Just
such delicioss idleness. TO be sure,
on all sides, nature seemed to re-
proach me for inactivity. | knew
the the birds fitted ceaselessly or
brooded over their young; the ants
were toiling at my feet; some big black
bugs were running down my back
or poking into my ears; hideous
caterpillar was steadily mounting my
body, thereby causing me to calculate
lazily how long it would be before |
would have TO sweep the crawling
beast into space; the fish, which !
had vainly ccaxed that morning TO
"bite, were glancing back and forth
IN the water; / knew, too, that, were
not my ears 50 dull, | could hear the
endless flow Of the rivers Of sap cour-
sing through the trees and plants
and, if gifted with clearer vision,
could see the working protoplasm in
all living objects around and the
swift fight of the sun rays. Did this
knowledge Undue me with desire to
rise up and join the mighty band Of
laborers Not in the least, a warm
day brings slnmbrous restflll feel
iag, and | was content To. decide that
it was best TO rest in the shade with
ants and bugs to furnish an enter
tainment Of acrobatic feats, concert
of birds to charm my ear, and the
musical tinkle of tiny waterfall to
fill in the vocal interstices. Fully
persuaded that this was my duty, ] did
not like to be told tokeep quiet, when
lopened my mouth to give vent to the
harmonious Joy within me. A ma
tural feeling of indignation prompted
me to rise on my elbow and direct a
wrathful look at the object of my
ire-a woman, feeding flock Of tur-
keys-the birds thronged around her,
and she seemed to takessa genuine de-
light in satisfying their wants.
Here" said, is benevolently
disposed individual whom will stu
dy as would one Of my snakes or
bugs. She belongs to the genus homo,
species benevolentia. Let me see as
to charactcrist les. Love to all OBJ
jects displayed in many small ways.
AS to the rest-bah silly, insipid.
like all womankind. Ralph, you viii
do well 10 keep to the study Of en-
tomology and perpetology, for,
sure as you 60 beyond, you will
rue it. Yet she comes within my
province, for is not woman a hor-
net, forever buzzing around your
ears, stingng when occasion offers.
but forever buzzing? If she would
only sting in silence she might be en-
dured.
As the female in insect life is the
class which stings, so the woman in
our higher order OF existence forever
lnfiicts her aimless. insufEerable ve-
nom on all masculine forms of hu-
manity so unlucky as to wander too
near. Still. it is certain that, with
the experience / have had, | need
not fear to approach the nymph, quite
goodlooking. too. l wonder what
she'd say ifI were to throw q stone
at one Of her turkeys? I'm almost
tempted to try, just to get an angry
look from those black eyes. dare
not interrupt her majesty, till she has
finished feeding her hideous fowls
Confound this coming storm it will
give me chance, however, To speak
to her. I'll ask shelter, though, per-
haPs, she won't take me in. Accord
ingly, / arose and approached the
young lady. and asking pardon for
the disturbance, called attention 10
the threatened tempest, and begged
that she would direct me to some
place Of shelter till the storm had
past. She turned towards me slow
ly and read my face with wondrons
black eyes that absorbed the rest Of
her face, as it were, and left the i'm
preston Of two glowing restless orbs.
A strange sympathy q feeling that
had always known her, and that we
were only renewing q friendship oi
long standing, come upon me 50 forci-
bly, that / started, while she seemed
utterly unmovsd. There are strange
meetings and dim recollections that
would seem K, point to Z connection
il q previous existence. We laugh
them down in the open day. but Iu
our secret souls we believe. We come
suddenly in our wanderings upon an
old rnin. tower with crumblinr