The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1884-12-12

At home they'll be sure to ask me about
Aud Reekie, ST. Romans Well,
Corrie Nat Shan and Coil au Togle,
and what shall say? 1t is clearly my
duty TO go to Scotland because Harry
Olden, you are pulling the wool over
your own eyesl You don't care a jot
more for ordinary places with ex-
traordinafy names than you do for
extraordinary places with ordinary
names! Now, acknowledge it's the
girl. Well, confound your imperti-
nence, suppose it is the girl.
am going to Scotland.
sOLLoQUY THE THIRD.
Ah-grrr-kirr-gnooch! BY JoYe, how
l must have been snoring! lneyer felt
SO little like getting up in my life
though the sun is pouring in at my
window, and the whistle of the part
ridge comes from the hillside ike
morning matin:
The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,
Inc swallow tWittered from the etraw-buiat
I'm glad 1 came to Scotland-glad
we left the beaten track of tourists and
took up our quarters at that Highland
hostelry. don't think ever enioyed
rambling through woods and picking
ferns, or sketching hillteps, half so
much, even on the banks of the old
Susquehanna@f1y benson on her broad
bosem'
I'm sure there rnust be something
about these Highland braes that
nourishes rhymes, romance, and all
that sort of thing, for fellow seems
to drop into poetry as naturally as Mr..
Silas Wegg. LAUREL beg pardon Miss
Laurel-rny study IN Gray-says she
knows that [ am of poetic teInpera-
ment, and / am so foolish As to 90
hammering up verses TO prove it! All,
well! When It is happiness to be fool
ish it's foolishness not to be happy.
Seems to me I've heard some quotation
like that, only briefer. Heighel Yes
terday was red-letter day Ii nv ex-
istence. TIE be sole guide, assistant,
counsellor and protector of the dearest
girl in the world for aewhole day of
rambling through forest and glen is
what | call blessed privilege. We
explored Ben Voirlich-all the noun
tains in this country seem to be afflicted
with the Christian name of Benjamin.
spoke our little piece over Monan's Rill
and ate our luncheon In 'Lone Glen
| arty's hazel shade" / think [ must
have spouted whole canto of 'sThe
Lady of the Lake. at different times,
and how spirited she was over the
defiant stag-how her beautiful eyes
I'LL up at the death of "my gallant
gray
Well it's blessing l know Scott by
heart! 1t is precious little else l know
about poetry and novels, but she de-
fers to me as if were an emporium of
information. Said she's
''Mr. Olden, you seem to feel poetry,
while other people say it. You give it
q ring Of reality that is more affecting
than finished defamation
lit must be because you are nv
auditor, then. Generally l regard
poetry as a combination of Enthusiastically
elevated words and ideas hyper
bolical expression of ultra human senti-
ments in ultra-htlman language. With
you for listener it seems almost APP
propriate, so high a rank do I give
you"
She (archly)--s'I wonder if I have
anything to do with the feelings which
prompt you to wind up an imprisoned
poem with some absurd parody or bur-
lesqueP"
lob, that is done for the purpose
of taking the edge of what you might
otherwise consider sentimentality-
partly to convince myself that [ am not
growing sentimental in reality"
Shells sentiment such crime in
Your eyesp"
l-"Not crime, but a source for
ridicule. Promise me not to laugh-not
to think me absurd-and I'll play at
romance like the veriest lover of them
all. By Heaven, have a mighty lean
ing to it!'
She-"Some day you'll play it in
earnest, and be the 'veriest lover of
them all, or l am no prophecies"
I-"Methinks the day has come-the
hour and the woman! Can you not see
that since | have known you-since that
happy day in Venice"
She (naively)-"When you returned
my bookP"
T-"Ah! You did get the book.
Then it has told you that I have set up
yoHr picture in my heart and fallen
down before it"
"'All on a summers dayr Are you
not getting dangerously near the brink,
Mr.. Olden-of the lake, [ mean? You
hight wet your feet"
LIDO you think | say this in vein
which justifies fippant interruptions,
Miss Gray?n
he-''Do you think treat you in a
way which iustifes fippant gallantry,
Mr.. OldenP"
I-''You wrong me when you treat as
gallantry the homage of man who"
She lis quite as serious as he usual
ly permits himself to be, or he has been
during any summer vacation for the
past half a dozen years. Who parodies
Rosalind, and says: ''Come, I'll WOO
thee, for I'm in a holiday humor, and
like enough to be ensnared?'"
I-"You regard me as a trifer,
see"
She (regretfully) -"And only think
what you might have been! Let us go
home"
Now, what does all this mean? Am
IN love? And is there a chance for
meP AS to the first, yes; and the sec
ond-Well, she scorned the manner and
fnot the matter of my wooing. There's
some comfort in that. If you can con-
vince woman that you were a trifer
until you suecumbed to her, she is pre-
pared to forgive the first and to regard
the last as very natural.
''Only to think what you might have
been" She said it almost mournfully.
Now, | don't think I might have been
anything in particular; but l shall try to
be it from this time forth, and she shall be
the Judge. How beautiful she is! I'd
give Kings ransom to hear her say
There's the breakfast bell!
SoLnoQUY THE FOURTH.
Jangle, jangle, jangle! Confound the
church balls! A fellow never can
sleep on Sunday morning for their
clamor!
Back to Edinburgh from the Hebrides
back from the land of mist and clouds
and romance, with full determination