Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1886-10-30
THE KISS.
A CHARMING LEGEND OF CoPEN'
HAGEN.

Wendelboe, Baron Lenwenenrue.
And there has been at the Court
of Denmark an Equerry called Paul
Wendelboe, Baron Lenwenenrue,
for more than 200 years.
The presence of this perennial
Equerry is accounted for in a sweet
and simple legend, having for its
basis just an innocent little kiss.
At the university in Copenhagen
there sojourned, something more
than 200 years ago, youth named
Paul Wendelboe.
lie was the SOC Of poor clergy
man, who, in a distant 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
clergyman that, when in the full
ness 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
complete his education.
But Master Paul did not desire
to emulate his father.
He longed to travel.
To see the world OF whose won
ders and beauties he had read and
heard so much.
This desire had grown and
strengthened every hour, having
been fed by the talk of his two
chosen comrades, who, more fortu-
nate than our hero in having faith
ers rich in this worlds goods, in
tended at the close of their school
probation to set out together on
their travels to see the world.
The academic year had ended.
The day-full of triumphs for
Paul, who had passed the examina-
tions with honor-had ended.
But his triumphs brought him no
happiness.
The morrow would see him bid
adieu to bis two young friends, who
for a year had been his constant
companions, sharing his studies,
his sports, his SORROWS, his hopes.
Tomorrow they would 60 togeth-
er-out into that beautiful, I'M
known world.
They would look upon the glOries
of art, of which he had only OBJ
tanned cold glimpses through the
pages of books.
They would be face to face with
nature in all her moods-her beau
ties would be unfolded 70 them.
They would mingle in the great
drama of which fha world was the
stage.
Perhaps oh, glorious thought
They would draw their swords in
some of the great battles that from
time to time conyulsed that grand,
unknown world.
While he, alone, must turn TO-
wards the white face of the north |
must takeup his duties with aheart |
as cold as her cline.
Must foreverclose his eyes against |
beauty, his heart against ambition.
lie mOorned like a boy. But he !
kept silence like a man.
AS the sun went down and the |
long sweet twilight Of the white
land began, the three friends set
ont for a farewell walk.
They selected their fayorite
route, the wall surrounding the
town.
Occasionally across the gay talk,
filed with the 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 spied
at the window OF a stately old house
a face, all framed in by the flowers
that grew and fiourisbed there.
1t was the face of q fair young
girl.
No rose was ever sweeter than
those lips and cheeks;
No lily was ever fairer than that
cool white brow.
No jasmin ever sweeter than the
look Of innocence and peace that
rested like halo round that head.
In the careless reeklessness of
happy youth the comrades Of our
hero said to him, if he would 60
and claim a kiss of that fair maiden
as she stood 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 mansion in whose
easement cleaned this beauteous
jewel of maidenhoOd, and sounded
a summons.
His summons was answered by
the maid herself, who, in her sweet
humility, never dreaming she was
the object of bis quest, said her
father, the professor, was absent
from home, but would shortly re.
turn.
Then our brave young hero told
her it was not her father, bat her ,