Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1883-10-25
IN THE YOSEMITE.

cpl give you three days to lose your
senses; then you'll rave over herr
~ don't rave over ceramics"
"Oh, pshawl you must admit that she
is the only available object to adore in
the valley"
Admitted. I shall confne myself to
the beauties of nature, however"
You can't do it. Given a little
backwoods hotel, only one pretty girl,
Harry Goddard with nothing to do, and
he viii be completely at her command at
the end of one week"
"Not at all, Tom; cloisonne on cop
per, and all that sort of thing, is not my
style I'll tell you what I'll do, though.
I believe that you intend to stay here
about a month; she remains the whole
season. I'll bet you cigars that will be
the favorite before we leave"
"Make it box Of cigars and I'll
do it."
Donew answered the young man
addressed as Harry, lighting fresh
cigar.
"Done it is |" responded Tom, add
ing: "I say, Harry, how many cigars
do you smoke in daya | should think
that you would be bonanza to the cigar
man."
"Would if paid. But can't afford
cigars; I generally smoke a pipe. But
why do find you here When I left
you at Freiberg thought that you
would settle down there, be college
professor, and do your share toward
making the younger portion of humanity
miserable. You are worse than will-o'-
the-wisp; first in Germany, then in Cali
fornia. believe that if I should be cast
away on desert island in the Pacific,
the first object that would greet my eyes
would be Tom Arthur gravely taking a
squint at me through surveyors tripod,
or perhaps, hammer in hand, cracking
pebbles on the shoren
every possibly; should be, as am
now, in pursuit of knowledge. came
West to study the gold and silver mines,
and the general formation of the country.
But you-what are you doing9 You
have nothing to call you from New
York" answered Tom.
"I2" repeated Harry, with a nervous
twitch Of his hand; then, in careless
tone; "Oh, I'm an Ishmaelite, peripa-
tetic; my eyes are with the FOOLS eyes, in
the ends Of the earth. l came for infor-
nation; in search of something to write
about; hunting for a subject"
Tom laughed. "rm sleepy" he said,
with a yawn. "Hallool it's past twelve.
Get to bed, you Bohemianm
"You can 60 to bed; I'm going to
have smoke before l turn in" replied
Harry.
Smokel may ask what you've been
doing ever since supper 2"
Burning cigars. I'm going to smoke
now," saying which he went to his trav-
cling bag and took out an immense por-
celain pipe, together with package of
tobacco.
"Let me see your pipe. Why, here is
the fair ceramic as she might have looked
ten years ago. Where did you get it n
said Tom, in surprise.
Scot the bowl plain in strasburs
Harry answered, examining the pipe 4
moment. Then he added, as he file
and lit it: ''It does look like her, but
can't be. guess the only resemblance
is the enamel. That pipe was painted for
me by lady. wouldn't take thou
sand dollars for it, some day I'll tell you
why" And Harry sprang out Of the low
window on to the little piazza, and,
turning to wish his friend goodnight, he
strolIed down the road.
Harry Goddard was a young man about
twenty eight years Of age, well-built and
rather good-looking. He was almost
clever enough to be called brilliant, con
sequently he was SO lazy that he accom-
plished but little. He wrote in desul-
tory way for half dozen magazines un-
der half dozen different names, and as
he had no difficulty in disposing Of his
wares he never was in want of money.
Always good-natured and full of spirits,
some who knew him thought him
shallow, and that he had nc
depth of feeling; in fact, his nature
was a most contradictory one. Tom
Arthur, who perhaps knew him better
than any one else, said that he had the
timber for first-class man in his com
position, but at present it was covered
with a veneering of fippancy, and
worked into something like many Of our
modern articles of furniture pleasant to
look upon, and such thing as we like
to see in another mans parlor, but of nc
earthly use to any one.
Tom Arthur was about the same age,
tall, handsome and energetic he was an
engineer, a graduate Of the Freiburg
school of mines, and devoted to his pro
fession. He was as different from his
friend as fire from water; gifted with an
excellent memory, his mind was stored
with knowledge Of all kinds, systemat-
ically arranged, and ready forinstant use
but he was as modest as girl withal,
and was as much underestimate by hi:
acquaintances as Harry was overrated.