The Penn's Grove record., 1886-10-16
Lcgenu. of a Kiss,

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And there has been at the court OF
Denmark an equerry called Paul Wen
1elboe, Baron Lenwenenrue, for more
than 200 years.
The presence of this perennial
equerry Is accounted for in a sweet and
legend, having for its basis Just
an innocent little kiss.
At the university in Copenhagen
there sojourned, something more than
200 years ago, q youth named Paul
Wendelboe,
He was the son OF a poor clergyman,
who, in a Danish province, for forty
years had lived and preached the Word
and done the work of his master, In
humble content, in a poor and tiny
hamlet.
1t was the hope of this good clergy
that, when in the fulness OF time,
he should be called to rest from his
labors, his son Paul should succeed
him.
To this end Paul had been, with
much pinching and privation, sent to
the university at Copenhagen to COM
p lete his education.
But Master Paul did not desire to
emulate his father.
He longed to travel.
To see the world of whose wonders
and beautlss he had read and heard so
much,
This desire had grown and strength
ened every hour, having been fed by
the talk of his two chosen comrades,
who, more fortunate than our hero In
having fathers rich in this worlds
goods, intended at the close Of their
school probation to set out together on
their travel to see the world.
The academic year had ended.
The day-full of triumphs for Paul
who had passed the examinations with
hobor-had ended.
But his triumphs brought him no
happiness.
The morrow would see HIM bid adieu
to his two young friends, who for a
year had been his constant companions,
sharing his studies, his sports. his sor-
rows. his hopes.
Tomorrow they would go together
out into that beautiful, unknown
world.
They would look upon the glorles OF
art, of which he had only obtained cold
glimpses through the pages of books.
They would be face to face with
nature in all her moods-her beauties
would be unfolded to them.
They would mingle in the great
drama of which the world was the
stage.
Perhapsl Oh, glorious thought
They would draw their swords in some
of the great battles that from time to
time convulsed that grand, unknown
world.
While he, alone, must turn toward
the white face of the north; must take
up his duties with a heart as cold as
her cline.
Must forever close his eyes against
beauty, his heart against ambition.
He mourned like a boy. But he kept
silence like a a
AS the sun went down and the long
sweet twilight of the white land began,
the three friends set out for a farewell
walk.
They selected their favorite route, the
wall surrounding the town.
Occasionally across the gay talk. filled
with brightness of youth and hope,
there would float a sigh from our poor
hero, which would be laughed back
into shadow-land by his gay young
comrades.
AS they sauntered on they spled at
the window of a stately old house a
face, all framed in by the flowers that
grew and lourished there.
1t was the face of fair young girl.
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lips and cheeks,
No lily was aver fairer than that
cool white brow.
No jasmine ever sweeter than the
look of innocence and peace that rested
like a halo round that head.
In the careless recklessness of happy
youth the comrades of our hero said to
him, if he would go and claim a kiss of
that fair maiden as she stool among
her flowers he should join them on their
travels.
Go where they went, see what they
saw. enjoy what they enjoyed.
Without a word Paul left his wild
companions.
Went to the manion in whose case
ment cleaned this beauteous jewel of
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His summons was answered by the
maid herself, who, in her sweet hui
mility, never dreaming she was the OBJ
ject of his quest, said her father, the
professor, was absent from home, but
would shortly return.
Then u brave young hero told her
it was not her father, but herself he
sought.
There, standing on the threshold, he
told her of his comrades offer-told
her of his wish-hls wild, Unsuitable
thirst to travel-to see the beautiful,
the unknown world.
With eyes cast down and with never
a word, the maiden listened. And
when he had finished, still without a
word, she took him by the hand and
led him to the window where the flow-
ers bloomed upon the sill. And there,
with eyes uplifted to his, and Ill the
sight Of his comrades, she offered him
her lips all dewy with innocence and
truth.
Then with a murmured blessing she
led him forth.
The next morning three young gen.
tlemen set cut to travel and see the
world.
After five years again there was a
summons at the door of the house
where dwelt the beauteous maiden with
her father, the old professor.
But this time the visitor was a young
gentleman bronzed with travel, and at
tired In the gorgeous uniform OF an
officer high in rank.
Again the maiden answered the sum-
mons, and, as before, in sweet humility,
she said, "My father is not within,
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The young gentleman made answer
as did the youth five years before. IL
was not her father, but herself he
sought.
He asked her if she remembered the
youth on whom she had bestowed a
kiss.
Remember himl
With bushes and eyes cast down, she
answered, "Yes-"
Then he led her to the room where
bloomed the flowers On the window
sill.
He remembered quite well the way.
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