Lexington weekly intelligencer., 1882-12-30
A POETAsTER'S BAD LUCK.
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y-wtile she was gone: 1 had been
having . time. will further admit
hat " hen she came back said moth
ng whatever about what kind OF .
limo had. .Hs 'r'
) But the finger Of fate was poised
lbove me. Zulsna found me out. ALd
this was the way. ~ ~
l was engaged III skilifui!y dispss-
ing my locks over my m,rbls cocoa
nut. when Zulana entersd.4 As-ths
N ,nalunc,uated report said of Palmer
stone, "she entered in her hand,
paper In her eye, glare"
| saW that 4ixre, and shuddered.
81 should like to know" she began.
in somewhat high-ksyed voice,
should like to know what this Mesnss"
"Csrtainly. my DEAR" l lnsekly re-
Piled, "you shail-as soou ~ know
" hat it IT," sr- r.
Twas not footing my horh very
loudly that morning. l am an oid
bird, aud 1 fully recognize tue fact
W hen the day 10 cold. u ", ~.
..lt is," she replied. cor rather II
purporls to bs''-hsrs her voice Pc
came bitterly sarcastic-'a poem"
"Well, we'll, my dear, what II 1t tsf
And who wrote il ?"1
at 10 in your handwriting" said
Zulana. land it 10 very silly. viii
read it," Aud she did. 1t ran thus:
A broken fsnl o. hapiess wight
Gaze on your work with soul oontrits. ,-T
Think what clumsy lout you are
When thus . fragile iaa you mar
Hate yourself for your awkward plight.
Yet broken fans may be set right;
Not 80 the hearts their owners smits-
Longer they bear the fatal scar .H
Than does the ian.
Shall forget that merry night2
Shall iorgstt hose eyes so bright?
Graved on my heart their memories srs-
Would could mend it as might
A broken fan!
She read it exscrably. couldn't
help noticing that, despite my terror.
'Now if you can explain to me
what this means," she began. icily
"Why, nothing at all Guiana. How
can you be 30 absurd 1t is just some
little poem l have seen somewhere
and copied-that is ALL"
"When you lie TO me, sir" she said,
cuttingly, 81 wish you would at least
not insult my Intelligence by doing 1t
30 otrausparently. This was written
by you. 1t 10 original, for there are
corrections in it. See-hers you hays
changed thug to lout; aud then again
fAn-sticks re. unite to fans may be SET
right"
"Why, y-e-e.e-e-s, 90 l did. come 10
think OF it, did write it. Upon my
word l had forgotten It,"
"a likely story. Now, sir, want
to know all about this. Whose tau
did you break 2 Aud to what creature
do you permit yourself to address
such language sGraved Oh your
heart is tho scar.' indeed you, old
fool!"
"Don't be absurd, Zulana," 1 in
tsrruptcd, glibly. There was nt
fan, no woman, no broken heart, nt
; merry night, TO nothing. 1t wasjus
fancy Of mine, that's all. l wa
struck BY :he jiugle of the words
"A broken FAM aud thought the.
would lend themselves readily to tn
refrain of . rondeau-such rs 1t Is
{, You know l sometimes toss on littl
D bits OF verse;"
Iwxs gaining ground. ] conclude,
+. to take the aggressive: SNOW don
Z you think you have made a noun
It tain out oi a molsh,ll? Doesn't
: strike you that you have been actin
rather foolishly 7"
Guiana answersd, it seemed to MI
rather At cross purposes: You wer
struck by the jingle of the words.
broken ian p"
4 eyes"
=, "And you thought you'd toss of
:. rondsau?"
" eyes"
= "And there was no fan?"
"No."
> "No broken heart p"
:, mo" 3D..
n "No merry night q"
"a "No.n
L. And no WOMANm
" Mop
g brssthed more freely. Twas o,
Ia of the woods. Still there was loo
n in Zulana's eye which made me u
\. easy. She spoke:
n 81 am sorry that you should hay
n. involved yourself in such = uetwor
=. of fxlsshoods. Had you owned up
" tho beginning might have looked q
~ on it - some tritling thing and 70
- gotten it. Now the anxiety you di
IL play, your wealth of lies, the arde
"a nature of these lincs-all theso thin
in convince ME that it 10 much moro q
of ious than l had supposed. l kne
i. you were thoughtless aud fond of gay
Nv ty, Gonzalo, but did not think
i. uere her voice fsltered, and rcver
"a ing the piece OF paper she had re
,t from, she handed il to me, aud hasti
IA iefi the room.
at What were the words upon I
y other side of that cursed bit of pap
~ that L should first groan and th
ss swear at my idiocy Few, but slg'
ds tic.nt-it WAS a little. piaiu, simI
M hill, ana it ran thus:
ey San francisco, september 8. 1882.
le. Mr.. GonzaiO,
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