St. Landry democrat., 1883-02-17

beautiful idyl of, the wandering poet
chronicler.
All! what q gentleman he was, this
old 1rouUea'e. said the young doctor,
4 taking up another cup, on which were
painted the two young lovers in a gar
4 den, where the maiden picks five violets.
and gives him three, tstill Froissart' $
4 story; and then again another where
| the lovers sat beneath the shade of a
walnut tree, and he sang her ballad,
while little girls, as beautiful as dreams,
gathered towers and threw them in her
! lap. while she collected them into posies.
All over the little set Of cups was spread
the same garden, full of flowers, dogs,
! BIRDS, leaves and the same two lovers,
and then came a gay little picnic, with
a breakfast laid out beneath towering
7 thorn, where the lover waited on his
lady. The cups preached a sermon,
which only a gentle. refined nature
could appreciate and understand.
Preached sermon! They acted a
poem, an allegory. They told the old
fable that man and woman should I've
for each other, in perfect loyal love and
gracious favor. No matter about the
toll, the pain, the brambles on you dis
tant road. Clouds hung over one part
Of the garden, but what Of them9
And the doctor found little niece Of
paper which also had been folded in the
box of violet wood, and on it he wrote,
breathing as he did the. pungent and
aromatic perfume of that clearly flower,
these lines: .sszsss;S.sss 80
Lady of worth and beauty fair, ta5s3s
6 In whom dwell all sweet gifts of grace,
My heart, my love, my thought. my care,
Are slaves before thy gentle face 40 8: Z
Yet, dare Iask2 Oh! grant to me sltfEs
The gift of kindly thought from theep'
And putting the box with the cups
and the verses under his arm, he walked
in the dark February evening to Aunt
David's house. to leave the. gift. for
Mistress Jane. SIS S - + 81 81
Time went on. Nor did Mr. Hart
speed in his wooing. Aunt David babe
HIM persevere, and he and Jane had
many a long talk. He was very good
and true, supplemented and strong,
and she could not but like him. He
even talked again of love, but she
begged that he would not mention that
word. Friendship was possible, but
And the doctor came to get his
thanks. Sly doctor; he began to teach
her to paint on china; she, the artistic
girl. who loved beauty and art, and
hated the ugly and the taste,ess. They
copied the emp with the mirror. 1t
seemed to be James favorite. for what
n, n " VIZ MT bo,,o who e,ool,. frY,
in the haunted land behind the looking
glass. 1t is magical experiment, this
looking in the mirror.
And then came dark shadow across
the mirror, and Aunt David, strong and
we'll the day before. suddenly lay down
and died. Perhaps she had suspected
that all was not well with her; perhaps
she had not been so unWise in her adj
vice to Jane, for after tea cane the cold,
hard. disappointed George Petterton.
and she, who was so beset with lovers, |
she, poor Jane, was turned out of
house and home, a penniless young
girl.
And over the doctor had come the in
ev.table end of extravaganza and I'M
paid bills. carrots Folly was sold |
over his head. and his collections were
scattered to the winds. Urania was a
desert.
But Mr.. Hart remained, fervent, true,
constant, loving. He succeeded so far
with Jane that all her friends began to
demonstrate with her for her folly and
cruelty; but she finally begged of him
to silence them and to Gesist from See
ing her until her year of mourning
should be at an end. He o eyed. Such +
obedience was but q part of his manly
devotion. Nor did he end here. Strange
and unusual orders came to the erewei-as
worker from the Decorative Art Club
and never had the bits. of brown linen
been SO well paid for. The CHI ma paint
ing rather languished, for Jane said her
eyes, which had Teen so strong, were
now strangely weak; the turFentine
made her tears come Poor Jane!
. Somebody had bought . Parrots
Folly and was building it over again,
strong and sincere this time. And Jane
heard that a young decorator from New
| DIRK had come up to attend 10 the
paper and the ceilings. This young,
nan came to see her one day, sending
n a modest card: IS
). MR.. WILLIAM BROWN.
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