Devils Lake inter-ocean. (Devils Lake, Ramsey Co., Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1905, 1885-09-12

IL BOAT / went down to the shore and !
sat there in the sand and cried AS if nv
heart would break. Children do some
OF the most extraordinary things
and she laughed again. "a girl has
to have just so much candy and senti-
ment till she gets u surfeit. DO YOU
remember any of the girls of two sum-
mers ago?'
"Do l? Every one of them. There
were the Sauuisons, had the blue cot
tage, and the big Malthus-don't you
know? you used to call her the NAL
tesc-and the beautiful Chapman. who
crushed all the young and old men ut
the West end; and the blonde Farm
harm. who got up the picnic on that
Fourth of July, and fell into the water
while we We're grabbing aud was pulled
out by the artist Rugglcs, who made a
sketch OF her in her wet clotnes-as
Ariadne. Do l remember? Can l for
get Florence Berger, who swan like Il
nautilus and was courted all through
the season by JACK Winterbot,om, or
how they swan out to sea to have their
tryst? What's become of them ALP"
Married and settled"
''What, in Two years?"
''Oh, yes. Kate Fo!gcr is a widow.
You remember her? She had such a
voice. She's in Brazil. railroads or
something. 1t isn't near as jolly here
as it used to be in the old times. DO
you think sop
Hardly. The sky isn't as blue, is
it? The sea isn't rs bright. l was
noticing that, but l didn't know it had
attracted your attention"
Eyes. Sometimes l have an idiotic
notion that I'd like to 20 down quietly
and dig in the sand again"
"Don't-thcrc are skeletons buried
| there"
ii know it. People think they are
bits OF shell. hut they are bones. How
did you find it out?"
81 watched the married women"
She started Il little.
Tell me-" ! said, .'about--"
mo names" she said. quickly. Il
know" what you'mean." Then, with a
woman's quick rcvulsion, she straight
cncd up and half sang, half Spohe the
lines of . coarse popular II as if a
bit OF rough frivoi We're the best de-
Tense.
"Oh, he's all right"
"Dead?'
Nonsense. Alive and hearty"
And handsome rs cvpr9"
80, yes. lic was at our last recep-
ton in Gramercy park. We had a real
good hour, talking over old times"
Did you. indecd?'
YES. We got into the conservatory,
and he commenced in the same old
way, poor boy"
chow iniiscreet!"
80. no; we laughed ut it all, it's such
fun to go over ones %tol!ies. You know
how he ra'ties on. What a jolly lark
our two summers We're, he said, when
We strollcd on that bank and sworc
eternal love. How the sunset skies
grew into passion flowers of tropical
brightness for Us, and the west famed
with celestial cities! And bow rich we
were in golden hopes, and how conf
dent in ~constancy! DO you remember,
Dorado you remember that day on
the Nipico river-alouc do YOU remem-
Der my idiotic versesY' Yes l said,
1 can repeat every SYLLABLE aud l
did. Let me see, this is the way it
went:
a breath of balsam,
A bunch of clover,
A lnurmur of song where tho brook fell down.
The clouds rolled By
And the birds sailed over,
And ] looked up and you looked down.
Ac.nsp OF fingers,
A little %futtcr,
a big drop Tell on my hand like pain.
You smiled in your tears
Att words l would utter,
And laugtingiy said it was only the rain.
A break Of gold in the vines that Chamber
You said the sweet words that made yOl
mine:
And the sun came out with a tiagon Of amber
And drcnclied The world with celestial wine
20, it was too ridiculous, and We
both laughed there in the conservatory
like children again. You'll pardon me
for laughing at it now, will you not!
These things have their humorou:
side"
II will, indeed" l said; '.but the SEE
mist is too he"vy here; it is %tricklins
down your iace. Let us 20 bach"
'ic>; my husband is waiting fol
me-
''Do you admire comic p%octry?"
asked, as she got up.
"Passionatrly."
"Ihen let me quote the hackneyet
lines OF that treat humorist. Tennyson
SO that we can part with a joke"
''What line -
;, Tlctrrio. race Of a day that is dead
Viii never com" back to me.
80 yes, it will" she said. 'Ge
married. and stop digging in the sand
-Aym CrtW%le. IN Ne:0 iofk World.