The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1882-11-03

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act are fairly bewildering to the spectator
they are not difficult to the actors, though the
work is very exhausting in its nature. The ease
and grace which characterize their movements
are the result of years of training, and cannot
be acquired in short time with the aid of any
balm or ointment known
AP steFs Bad luck.
Argonaut
Guiana had been down to Monterey for a
few days will admit it frankly-while she
was gone had been having time. I will
further admit that when she came back I said
nothing whatever about what kind of Time
had
But the finger of fate was poised above me.
way
1 was engaged in skillfully disposing my
locks over my marble cocoanut, when Guiana
entered As the malpunctuated report said of
Palmerston, "she entered in her hand, paper
in her eye, glare"
saw that glare, and shuddered
Il should like to know" she began, in a
somewhat high-keyed voice, II should like to
know what this means?"
"Certainly, my DEAR" meekly replied, &you
shall-as soon as know what it is.
was not footing my horn very loudly
fully recognize the fact when the day is
cold.
at is" she replied cor rather it purports to
be"-here her voice became bitterly sarcastic
"a poem"
who wrote it?"
ut is in your handwriting" said Guiana,
~and it is very silly. will read it" And she
did. 1t ran thus:
A broken fan! o, hapless wight!
Gaze on your work with soul contrite.
Think what clumsy lout you are
When thus fragile fan you mar
Hate yourself for your awkward plight
Yet broken fans may be set right;
Not so the hearts their owners smite-
Longer they bear the fatal scar
Than does the fan.
Shall forget that merry night?
Shall | forget those eyes so bright?
Graved on my heart their memories are
Graved on my heart, too, is the scar.
Would could mend it as might
A broken fan!
She read it execrably. 1 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 so absurd? 1t is just some little poem |
have seen somewhere and copied-that is
all"
"When you lie to me- sir" she said, cut
tingly, 81 wish you would at least not insult
my intelligence by doing it so transparency.
This was written by you. 1t is original, for
there are corrections in it. See-here you
have changed thing to lout; and then
again fan-sticks re-unite to fans may be sci
right"
SWhy, y-e-e-e-e-s, so 1 did, come to think OF
it, did write it. Upon my word 1 had for
gotten it."
"a likely story. Now, sir, want to know
all about this. Whose fan did you break:
And to what creature do you permit yourself
to address such language? Grayed |, on N youl
Don't be absurd, Guiana" l interrupted
glibly. "There was no fan, no woman, no
broken heart no merry night, no nothing.
1t was just fancy of mine, that's all. | was
struck by the jingle of the words, "A broken
fan, and thought they would lend themselves
readily to the refrain of rondeau-such as il
is You know sometimes toss off little bits
Of verse"
was gaining ground concluded to take
the aggressive snow don't you think
you have made a mountain out of a
molehill? Doesn't it strike you that you have
been acting rather foolishly?"
Guiana answered, it seemed to me, rather at
cross purposes: "You were struck by the
jingle of the words, "a broken fan?'"
! Eyes"
Sand you thought you'd toss off rom
! death
"Yes"
sand there was no FAM"
SNo"
no broken hearth"
$40"
sNo merry night?''
sand no woman?"
! moi" sd
breathed more freely. I was out of the
woods. Still there was look in Zulana's
eye which made me uneasy. She spoke:
Il am sorry that you should have involved
yourself IN such network of falsehoods.
Had you ownedup at the beginning | might
have looked upon it as some trifing thing and
forgotten 1t Now the anxiety YOU display.
your wealth oflies, the ardent nature of these
lines-all these things convince me that it is
much more serious than I had supposed. /
knew you were thoughtless and fond of gave
ty, Zulano, but did not think"
Here her voice faltered, and reversing the
piece of paper she had read from, she handed
It to me, and hastily left the room
What were the words upon the other side of
that cursed bit of paper that should first
groan and then swear at my idiocy? Few, but
signifcant-it was little, plain, simple bill,
and it ran thus:
| $.ssss's.
San Francisco, September 6, 1892
Mr. Zulano,
To ORFEvRE & CO., DR.,
MANUFACTURING JEWELLERS. /:
: To repairing Mother-of-pearl fan. .$475, i:
Received payment, !:
Orfevre & Co. !.
Thus tottered and fell to the ground the col
ossal fabric of fiction had so industriously
reared. Woe, woe!
Guiana hasn't spoken to me for several DAYS.
She'll come round after while, though But
when she does, / hope she won't go through
my pockets any more.
One thing is certain. must quit-well
quit writing verses on the backs of bills.