The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1883-02-09
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erous and excellent man, not at all dis
agreeable or disgusting. sat in his COM
mon-place and lonely parlor and plct-
ured to himself the vision Of a slender.
graceful figure, who should sit opposite
to him of winter evening, and smile
and talk. perhaps read the paper to him,
! (if she would be so kind pour out his
tea, move the furniture about, perhaps
even have work-basket on the table
at any rate, sit where he could look at
the pretty dark head, the rich, ripe
cheek, the long lashes of the gray eyes,.
and then get up, and perhaps-this was
almost too pleasant-come over, and
throwing her arms around his neck,
kiss him, as he sat there adoring her.
His home had always been cold one,
the vanished presence had not warmed
it up particularly; and Mr.. Hart went
on dreaming-of other and dearer pos
sibilities, all checked by the fact, the
dreary fact, that Jane had said No. "
Somehow, however, Mr.. Hart meant to
make her reconsider that no. And
again another and younger man
dreamed. Far up on the Summeryille
turnpike. stood the doctor cottage. 1t
was a little, rocco, and comfortless
wooden house, yet picturesque. 1t had
/ the ominous name of Parrot S Folly"
and was associated with the foolish life
of visionary. Every body who had
lived there had failed. Now the young
/ doctor was taking his turn at it. He
was a clever person, and good at heal
4 ing, but he had positive craze for buy
ing everything he did no. require. To
be properly ''case''' seemed to be the
end and aim of the DOCTORS existence.
He collected the most comfortless
and rocco of chairs, the most
rickety and spindle-legged tables, the
most faithful clocks, with degenerate
works. His dining-room, in which there
was seldom a dinner. had a Lucretia
Borgia side-boar His collection of
bric-a-brac was getting to be consider
able. He loved beauty, appreciated
art, had the soul of a collector. He had
roamed about, travelled everywhere,
caught the habit of spending money
before that bank failed where all his
was. Then he came down to being a
country doctor, and fell in love with a
pair of gray eyes, twowhite hands, and
a fgure-so tall, slender and graceful.
| that he had no bronze nymph in all his
collection which was so sUelte. And
now, as he came home to the rocco
cottage and sat down, tired and poor
and disconsolate, how he wished he had
not bought so many things he did not
need, that he could now afford this dear
thing which he did need.
And both men determined to write
her Valentine The 18th of February
was athand, that great dramatic period,
when men are expected to tell to some
sweet listening female ear the fact that
well, let us see how they did it.
Mr. Hart went out and bought far
ing, flaming, much vanished Valentine,
which had on it, in gold letters:
Whate'er thy wish may be,
That will give to theeP'
And put it in a violent pink satin box,
with artificial flowers OF a magenta hue on
the outside, adding within handsome
lace pocket handkerchief, which, all
being inclosed in brown paper, was duly
sent to Jane 6ge
DR.. Dayenant looked over his curiosi-
ties, and in box of violet wood found
some beautiful cups of old Dresden.
They are too expensive for me to
keep" said the poor doctor; : $50 I'may
as well give them away"
One had a picture of q young girl,
looking in mirror, and behind it her
lover peeps and throws his arms about
the slender waist, and the legeld, in
German text, ran thus:
Where art thou, fond heart and sweet;
Forgive me, that think of theer'
And he remembered that this little set
of cups told Fro ssart' love story, the
beautiful idyl of the wandering poet
chronicler au
j "Ah! what gentleman he was, this
old Ir0gtUere," said the young doctor,
/ taking up another cup, on which were
painted the two young lovers IN a gar
den, where the maiden picks five violets,
and gives him three, (stll Froissart's
story) and then again another, where
the lovers sat beneath the shade of a
walnut tree, and he sang her q ballad,
while little girls, as beautiful as dreams,
gathered towers and threw them in her
4 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 gay little picnic. with
breakfast laid out beneath Towering
thorn, where the lover wait ID on his
lady. The cups preached 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 We
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 them?
And the doctor found little piece OF
paper which also had been folded in the
box of violet wood. and ON it he VIZ to-,
breathing as he did the pungent and
aromat perfume of that clearly flower,
these lines:
LADY of worth and beauty fair,
In whom dwell all sw eft gifts Of grace,
!. My heart, my love, my Thought, my care,
Are slaves before thy gentle face!
YRt, dare Task? Obi grant to me
The gift of kindly thought from thee!''
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.
Time went on. Nor did Mr. Hart
speed in his wooing. Aunt David babe
him persevere, and he and Jane had
! many long talk. He was very good