The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-12-01
THE FACE AT THE WINDOW
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\ fe@ summers back was making . pedestrian tour of south Waies. when. m one ot my solitary iamoles, fell Tn with very interesting companion. The sim iiar..y of tastes which we discovered Tn our frs, interview. led to further inti- macy, and we soon became fast friends so intimate. indeed, that NIT. Arthur Mos;yn Such was my companions $ nam- invited me to spend the remain der ei the summer at a little cottage he owned near Brecon.
 was not over-bardened with worldly cares. had neither wife. child. nor bGsi.esS 10 cause me a-y anxiety SO .hee.ta!!y accepted the invitation so heartily given, and ln a day or tso. was regularly domiciled with my new friend He was q young ran about thirty, well educated and accomplished first-rate artis.-f for many of his sketches and draw ings would have done no discredlt 10 profession hand. There were. however. many pecullarltles in hls manner which had TO; appeared al OUT nrst interview. anG ;hese l could not he D noticing as was Inore in his company. He spoke tren | with a purity of aceen, that had
 
 man. l accounted for ,hls by supposing tha; ke had resided for some tune on the continent: bu, on my rerarking his per lection Tn the language. he became silent and reserved t.F the remainder of the day. It was evident that 1 had touched upon Jarlrg chord. and as my only ob- ice, was ih keeping his company was he enjoyment of his intellectual taste. and the qualification of my love of the pic;ur- esqge. did not seek to know more of h,m han he chose to tell me had noaced that everything relating 10 France II bG, sight; touched upon. produced n him ;l of melancholy 50 carefully avoided any reference 10 that subject Bu. circumstance occurred in one of our rambles that aroused my curiosity m great degree. We frequently took very long walks IT the mountainous districts m the neighborhood of B-eeon. and ore me e enlng as the sun was setting. we found ourselves al the i.,ie village of u hhamlach. some two or three miles from that town. This village Is one of ,he beS; specimens of south Wales scenery. Lying in the midst of lovely valley wa,ered by the Csk. we thought as we now gazed upon i, illuminated by the set ting sun. II would be difficult indeed lo find T more beautiful picture. We sa; upor gate by the roadside and were soon lost Tn delicious reveries broken by some n.urmured exclamation as a change in the aspect of the gorgeously tinted clouds awoke in Us such admiration tha; we could no longer keep s.len, Then. breaking into EaptureS. we wed with each other who could discover the grea;es. beauties. One pointed to the darkened outline of the little church spire. that stood directly in the crimson glow oi ,he sunlight. The other remarked the pur- pling i.nt of the distan, mountains ,ha, formed a background of the picture. looking more ike Titanic shadows than immense masses of earth and stone One then caagh, the brilliant glow upon the quie; river, that was meandering through the valley, blushing like iair virgin with her lovers last kiss at parting or her brow. Having exhausted all our powers ot description upon the scenery. we de- terInined, as we began 10 feel fatigued. 10 rest for time a, the little inn ,ha, stood by the roadside.
 We were shown into a snug little par Tor and left 10 ourselves. As the even ing vas rather chilly. our hos, ac. coHI.aodated us with fire, and refresh ing ourselves with tug of his home brewed. we ehaaed till i, grew qui;e dark
 My companion vas evidently quite tired-for found. on launching oa: into some fowery description of foreign scenes, and comparing them with Wales. l received no answer or common, from him looked rp, and found he was fas, asleep; so my only resource was to stir the fire, and as books were ogi of the question in neighborhood like this, 10 draw my chair nearer 10 it. and give my self up to reflection till my companion should be rested sufficiently 10 walk home. Sitting hY the freight am yerr