Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1885-01-09
namesl Now acknowledge it's the girl.
Well, confound your impertinence, sup
pose it is the girl!
I am going to Scotland.
sOLILoQUY THE THIRD.

soL1LooUY THE THIRD.
Ah--grrr--krrr-gnooch! By Jove,
how / must have been snoring! I new
er felt so little like getting up in NV
life, though the sun is pouring in at the
window, and the whistle of the part
ridge comes from the hillside like a
morning matin:
The breezy call Of incense breathing morn.
The swallow twittering from the straw built !.
Tn glad I came to Scotland-glad
we left the beaten track of tourists and
took up our quarters at this Highland
hostelry. I don't think I ever enjoyed
rambling through woods, and picking
ferns, or sketching hill-tops, hall SO
much, even on the banks of the old Sus-
quehana-my benson on her broad bos-
om
I'm sure there must be something
about these Highland braes that no11rish-
es rhyme, romance and all that sort of
thing, for fellow seems to drop into
poetry as naturally as Mr.. Silas Wegg.
Lanrel-I beg pardon, Miss Laurel
my study in Gray-says she knows am
of poetic temperament, and al, so
foolish as to go hammering up verses to
prove it! All, we'll! When it is happi-
ness to be foolish, It's foolishness not to
be happy!
Seems to me I've heard some quota
ton like that, only briefer. Heigho!
Yesterday was red-letter day in my
existence. TO DO sole guide, assistance,
o1~. Ix,
girl in the world for whole day of
rambling through forest and glen, is
what I call blessed privilege! We
explored Ben Voirlich--all the noun
tains in this country seem to be af-
tlicted with Christian name of Benja-
min-spoke our little piece over Mo
mans Eill, and ate our luncheon in
"Ione Glenarty's hazel shade" !
think I must have spouted a whole
canto Of "The Lady Of the Lake" at
different times, and how spirited she
was over the defiant stag--how her
beautiful eyes FIJI up at the death Of my
gallant gray"
We'll. its a blessing [ know Scott by
heart! II is precious little else know
besides poetry and novels, but she de-
fers to me as if I were an emporium of
information. Said she:
Mr.. Olden, you seem to feel poetry,
while other people, just say it. You
give it ring Of reality that is more af-
fecting than finished defamation.
lit must he because YOU are my
auditor then. Generally regard noet-
ry as combination of Enthusiastically ele-
waited words and ileas--a hyperbolicnl
expression of ultra human sentiments in
ultr"-human language. With YOU for
q listener, it seems almost appropriate,
SO high q rank do [ give you"
She (archly)---"I wonder if I have
anything to do with The feelings which
prompt you to wind up an impassioned
poem with some absurd parody Or bur
lesque."
Lob, that is done for the purpose
CT taking the edge off what you might
otherwise consider sentimen ta]ity--- and
partly to convince myself that I am not
growing sentimental in reality"
Shells sentiment such q crime in
your eves?"
L" Not crime, but source for ridi-
culc. Promise me not to lauyh--not to
think me absurd-and I'll play at ro-
nance like the veriest lover of them all.
I have a mighty leaning to it,"
Sho-"Some day you'll play ut it in
earnest, and be the 'verlest lover of
them all: Or am no phrophetess.
l.: 'Methinks the day has come-the
hour and The woman! Can YOU not see
that since I have known you--since
that happy day in VENICE
She naively)-"When you returned
my book"
I-"Ah! Yon did get the book?
Then it has told you that from the first
l have set up your picture in my heart,
and fallen down before it.
She-"'All on a Summers dayr
Are You not getting dangerously near
the brink, Mr.. Olden-of the lake, l
mean? You might wet your feet"
lido you think I say this III o vein
which iustifes hinpant Interruptions,
Miss Gray?"
She" Do you think I treat you in a
way which jnstifes fippant gallantry,
Mr. Olden?"
I"Aou wrong me when you treat as
gallantry the homage Of a 1nan---"
Shells quite as serious as he usu-
ally permits himself to be, or as he has
been during any summer vacation for
the past ralf dozen years. Who
parodies Rosalind and says, Come, I'll
VOC thee, for I'm in a holiday humor,
and like enough to be ensnared'?"
I"You regard me as O. tritler, + see. p"
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 me? As to the first, yes
and the second-~Well, she scorned
the manner and not the matter of my
wooing. There's some comfort IN that.
If you can convince woman that you
were triher until you succumbed to
her, she is prepared to forgive the
first, and to regard the last as very
natural.
"Only to think what you might have
been" She said it almost mournful-
ly. Now, don't think I might have
been anything in particular; but I 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
soL1LoQUT THE FOURTH.
Jangle, jangle, jangle! Confound
the church bells! A fellow can never
sleep on Sunday mornings with their
clamor!
Back to Edinburgh from the Hebrides
back from the land Of mist, and
clouds, and romance, with g. full deter
mination to read about. but not visit il