Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1882-03-16


Patience Yea. They give IL To- day, and
she has had the tickets bonght they aren't
sCkaflies Office. where we rendezvous, and
I'VE can all BE at D ome in time for tea, And
i RELY on you, Joe, to help me out, for e
shouldn't bs bit surprised 10 see Auut
Eun1cs on the stage h f}s
Pnlling Saphir's hail, or tearing OF
Grosysnor's lily. Y es. I've seen Patience,
as well as tried its perfect work. \ M. sss.#5
And, accordingly, as merry o crew as the
twenty love sick mai enst themselves were
at the doors Of the museum where Patience
had begun its career, that warm autnmn
afternoon, Joe grave; and supp erhng Aunt
Eunice. who looked like = queen about to
do justice on an heir apparent, but Eme-i
line and Charles and John and Marion
and Hal and + and the rest, all but Mr.
RiiYas, full Of qniyering excitement over the
suppressed fun Of seeing Rosalys and
Gladys and their painting chap put to the
burlesqne. Es3.
u don't remember that / ever saw any
thing more ludicrons than Aunt Eunice in
the first scene OF the love-sick maidens.
She evident v had not the faintest idea Of
bllrlesque or SATIRE she had supposed she
was going to a melodrama or one Of the
light comedies Of her youth, hardly having
been in d thea er for twenty years. But
those dreary damozel Why don't they
put their clothes on properly? she was
Love: sick maidens! shameless hussins!
4 Talking III that fashion. To- day he is not
well2 And I shou!dn think he would be
after III enting butter with table,
spoon. J" But when MIR. Bunthorne made
his appearance. my aunt began to writhe in
her seat; when he read his verses, she un-
tied her hat, and threw the strings back
violently not smile disturbed the maje
tic contempt on her countenance, and with
the last words of the song. why. what a
most particular pure young man this pure
Young man must bel" she turned to me
with grasp, and said, tell nae, tell me,
am going crazy? Or is the place really
full of people who have come here, to listen
to hisSabominable fool?" Vigorous nudges
on all the angles of the room she presented,
however. brought Aunt Eunice to the recol-
lection Of herself, and she smothered her
wrath temporarily, only to have itbiaze up
again at the . Willow waly O Of Grosvenor
asking Patience to merry him when he has
seen her bnt three minutes, as she hoarsely
whispered. What Aunt Eunice would have
said if she had waited to hear the duet of
Reginald and Lady Jane, Sing Boob to
you-booh, boob to your would have found
anything delighting and amusing in the ut
titude and play of the three handsome
young Dragons gotten up regardless Of ex-
pense in the Botticellian style, perceptibly
intense, and consumately utter" / don't
know. For when the lovely sunfower
scene Of the travesty came, and GrOsyenor
dawned on Us again in his beauty, followed
his twenty maldens with their archanlc
mandolins and Tyres and zithers in hand,
lovely little shapes out of Fra Angellcos
pictures, wavering and bowling and bend
ing and turning and falling In rhythmical
circle about him, like 80 many etherealized
sunfoWers, each yearning with her face to-
ward the god, Aunt Eunice rose in her
Come along, she said aloud come along
with me, every one Of you. won't sit
here another minute, and see people gaping
at fools that behave exactly as our Resale
does with that extraordinary fool Of o
Rivasl" They might have heard her oil
across the theater. don't know whether
they did or not. For, if you will believe
it, we dared do nothing else than obey her;
we conl init sit still after that, and We
couldn't let Aunt Euniee go off alone IN
that Infatuated state, and, one and all, we
rose and went after her. Emeline and
Charles and John and Marion and Joe and
Hal and and the remainder, certainly af
fording spectacle of as great foelsas those
upon the stage.
However, we knew we should see the
play again; and, for the rest of it, it was
rather fun to us; Aunt Eunice answered
we'll enough for our Lady Jane. and we had
roaring farce all to ourselves, on the way
home, with our auips and jokes over Aunt
Eunice's indignant on all but little Rosale,
who sat rather pale and still through the up
roar, and reading ller hbretto quite studi-
ously.
M Our hilarity supported us over the tea ta-
BILE, and we had separated to dress for the
fancy party, having overcome Aunt Eunice's
objections, when, just as [ closed my door,
Il heard 4 sudden little wall from the garden
under nv window. Looking ont through
my shutter saw Rosa standing among the
weeds in her sunhower bed. her hands ups
on her face and CRY ing bitterly. There were
Mt blossoms on those two sunAoWer stems.
Joe went stalking over toward her. Ohf'
she said !, looking up, her face loveller than
I ever thought it was before, a.s one last ray
Of sunlight played in the streaming tears
and the fading bushes and the shining
azure eyes, would You have thaughJ il !!
Rlvas had taken my sunfowers that he knew
| was nursi ng SO. Heis going to beApollo,
and he says they suit him SO much better,
| and Il he Will wear them to-
| night, and Il paint them tomorrow
/ when they begin to droop, he says, with the
kisses Of the-of the sun-god. And he
picked them while / was gone. He-he
| stole them. e s
aRiyas be dashed!" heard Joe say, O
something Of the sort.
Tan AM oh, Joe, is it true Have
4 you taken yonr passage for Me bourne
A Oh, Joe, alen t you going to take me witt
yon?n And out went the white arms t.
/ Joe. s.5. S., Z.