The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1884-12-12
MORNING MUSINGS.
A Romantic Love Story, Told in
Six soliloquies.
sOLnoouY THE FIRST.

smoky, foggy, dismal metropolis it is,
to say the least of it.
Reminds me of young Simpkins of
our class who undertook to write an
apostrophe to the ocean--a la Byron
and completed one line: 'Oh, thou pro-
digious dampness!" Simpkins stuck
there and couldn't get any further, but
there is no such limit to London damp
ness,
BY the great ponds of Michigan, the
air here seems to hold water in solution!
One runs risk of being drowned in
breathing!
L suppose this is what Mr.. Guppy
called a fLondon parti cular;' but with
all due respect, don't think London is
particular, or she wouldn't have such
an atmosphere,
Fine showing, this, for an April morn
ing! Ho, hum! really must get up
and commence my pilgrimage.
can't understand why l should have
started on this European tour, and con-
demned myself to wandering about
looking at things | don't want to see,
climbing mountains l don't want to
climb, rummaging around through
nasty streets where don want to rum
mage, and inhaling odors that I de-
cidedly object to. What is the use now
OF my doing London and subiecting
myself to fatigue, odors and Hackney
coaches when | can accomplish it all SO
mHsE more pleasantly with one of Dick
ems novels at home in q hammock, or
drifting down the Chesapeake Ican't
understand why l should want to see
the Tower because the Princes were
murdered there, nor the Avon because
Shakespeare was born there, nor hun
dred and one other places because
something was done or wasn't done
there! Ii q man tells me his father was
hanged, am quite satisfied to believe
him without rushing off Immediately to
see the place and bring away piece of
the gallows or a shred of the rope.
Thank Heaven, when Tn through
with London my occupations gone,
and can go home in peace. Con-
stantinople, Venice, Rome, Switzer-
land, Paris-Tve done them all. and
pretty thoroughly, 1 hope, though my
people at home will be sure to think of
some confounded place that l ought to
have seen, but didn't see. Something
that have omitted which they have
been dying to see for goodness knows
how long!
Think I'd better coach up on the
guide-book, and-that reminds me. T
gave mine away to the pretty GIRL
whom L rescued in Venice from the
gondolers-tho fellows are as bad as
London aokney coachmen-and who
was so charmingly grateful, She said
she hoped we might meet again, and
she was ever so much obliged to me,
apd it was so nice to meet a country
man, for she was Americana would
have known that if she had stopped
after ''nice'-and q great deal more to
the same effect, and in the sweetest
voice and with the cordial confding
way which belongs alone to our girls.
Bless 'em! Shook hands with me.
smiled more in her soft gray eyes than
with her lips, gave me her card and left
me standing there with my hat off,
spectacle for those rascally boatmen!
Made memorandum on a blank leaf
OF my guide-book to this effect:
"Prettiest picture in Venice. Study
IN gray Gray eyes, gray robe, name
Gray Worth fortune, but by the
right person to be had for the asking.
IN. B.-Would that dared to ask"
Then | gave the nearest gondolier
twenty-franc piece to overtake her and
retrieve to manemoiselle the book she
did neglect. And that's all.
BY JeVe, l must get up!
SoLMoQUY THE SECOND.
Three weeks in London! Well,
London isn't so bad after all, and I'm
really interested in hunting up queer
places.
;, I'd give farm just to find Mrs. Tod
gers's boarding house, and Miss GRAY
Is constantly looking for a Curiosity
Shop. That should meet her again,
and especially in this human labyrinth,
IS piece of good fortune little short of
fatality. Her mother and fourteen
year-old brother constitute the party.
and the old lady says she really doesn't
know how they would have managed
20 see so much of London but for my
valuable aid. I'm disinterested party,
i am! Hanged if Idon't believe I'm
getting too much absorbed in the flesh
tints and the foreshortening, and the
Toloring of my study in Gray. She has
not said a word about my guide-book,
not even whether she received it or not;
but she seemed to be glad to see me,
and I-pshaw! I'm too old to lay abed
and day-dream like a school-boyi
think I'll 60 home. I've seen enough
yellow fog and black smoke. Mrs.
Gray says they are going to Scotland
and the Hebrides, and all those moist,
unpleasant places that William Black
rejoices in-and indeed when one can
sit by warm fire and read about rain
and wind, leaden sky and dewy weather,
it isn't bad; but excuse me from par
ticipating, as the man said when he
was going to be hanged. Yet / can be
with her by going. She said her
mamma wanted me to go so much.
wonder if she speaks to me with
mammals lips? Girls do, I know, par
ticularly when they take any interest.
For example, if her mother wanted me
to go as an escort and she herself didn't
care a straw whether / went or not,
she would have said II want you to go
so much" It's a good sign when
mamma comes to the front.
Bah I'm trying to construct nothing
into something's practice thought /
had abandoned ever since the days
persuaded myself that certain school
girl returned my youthful passion be-
cause she permitted me to carry her
bookstrap 10 school, dream that was
dispelled by her subsequently conferr-
ing that privilege on another young
gentleman in knickerbookers.