St. Landry democrat., 1885-01-10

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 a piece O. 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
to see so much of London but for my
valuable aid I'm disinterested party,
am! Hanged if Idon't believe I'm
! getting too much absorbed in the flesh
tints and the foreshortening, and the
coloring of my study in Gray. She has
not said 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! Tn too old to lay abed
| and day-dream like a school-boy! l
think I'll go home. I've seen enough
| yellow fog and black smoke. Mrs.
GRAY saws they are going to Scotland
and the Hebrides, and all those moist,
unpleasant places that William Black
reioices 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
| ticipatine, 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 90 as an escort and she herself didn't
I II
she would have said Il 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 "a 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 to school. dream that was
dispelled by her subsequently conferr-
ing that privilege ON another young
gentleman in knickerbockers.
But still would like to see Scotland
and the places SO clustered around
with historical associations III believe
that's the phrase which one reads about
in-in Sir Walter-and other historians.
| At home they'll be sure to ask me about
Aud Reekie, ST. Romans Well,
Corrie Nat Shan and Coil su 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 eyes! You don't care q jot
more for ordinary places with ex-
traordinary 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.
soL1LoQUY THE THIRD.
Ah-grrr-kirr-gnooch! By Jove, now
I must have been snoring! I never felt
so little like getting up in my life
4 though the sun is pouring in st my
window, and the whistle of the part
ridge comes from the hillside like a
morning matin:
The breezy call of fncense-br breathing morn,
4 The swallow twittered from the straw built
shed.
I'm glad came to Scot1and-glad
we left the beaten track of tourists and
1 took up our quarters at that Highland
hostelry. I don't think / ever enjoyed
rambling through woods and picking
ferns, or sketching hilltops, half so
Susquehanna my benson on her broad
/ bosom!
I'm sure there must be something
about these Highland braes that
nourishes rhymes, romance, and all
that sort of thing, for a fellow seems
to drop into poetry as naturally as Mr..
Silas Wegg. LAUREL beg pardon Miss
Laurel-my study in Gray-says she
knows that | am of poetic tempera
ment and am so foolish as to go
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 We heard some quotation
| like that, only briefer. Heigho! Yes
terday was a red-letter day IN my ex-
istence. 70 be sole guide, assistant,
counsellor and protector of the dearest
girl in the world for whole day of
rambling through forest and glen is
what call a 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 I must
have spouted whole canto of THE
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 / know Scott by
heart! 1t is precious little else / know
about poetry and novels, but she de-
fers to me as if were an emporium of
| inflammation Said she.