The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1886-10-17
THE KISS.

of Denmark an Equerry, high in fsvor.
This gentleman is called Paul Wendell
Doe, Baron Lenwenenrue.
And there has been at the Court of
Denmark an Equerry called Paul Wen
delboe, Baron Lenwenenrue, for more
than 300 years.
The presence Of this perennial Equerry
is accounted for in sweet and simple
legend, having for its basis just an inno-
cent little kiss.
AT the university in Copenhagen there
sojourned, something more than 200 years
ago, youth named Paul Wendelboe.
He was the son Of poor clergyman,
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 poor and tiny
hamlet.
1t was the hope of this good clergyman
that, when in the fullness 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 privatioD, sent to the uni
versity at Copenhagen to complete his
education.
But Master Paul did not desire to en-
ulate bis father.
He longed to travel.
To see the world of whose wonders and
beauties he had read and heard so much.
This desire had grown and strength
ened every hour, having been fed by the
talk of bis 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 travels to see the
world,
The academic year had ended.
The day--full OF triumphs for Paul,
who had passed the examinations with
honor--had ended.
But lis triumphs brought him no hap
piness.
The morrow would see him bid adieu
to his two young friends, who for year
had been his constant companions, snar-
ing his studies, his sports, his sorrows, his
hopes.
Tomorrow they would go together
out into that beautiful, unknown world.
They would look upon the glories of
art, of which he had only obtained cold
glimpses through the pages of books.
They weuld be face 10 face with nature
in all her msous-her beauties woulu be
unfolded to them.
They would mlngle in the great drama
of which the weird 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 towards the
white face of the north must take up
mis- duties with heart as cod as her
cline.
Must forever close his eyes against
beauty, his heart against ambition.
He mourned like boy. But he Ike pit
silence like man.
As the sun went down and the long
sweet twilight of the white land began,
tue three friends set out for farewell
walk.
Tney selected their favorite route, the
wall surrounding the town.
Occasionally across the gay talk, filed
with the brightness of youth and hope,
there would flighta sigh from our poor
hero, which woud be laughed back into
shadow-land by his gay young GEM
rades.
As thay sauntered on they spied at the
window of a staleiy old house face. all
framed in by tAe flowers that grew and
fiourlshed there.
II was the face of fair young girl.
No rose was ever swecler than those
lips and cheeks.
No lily was ever fair than that cool
white brow.
No jassamine ever sweeter than the look
of innocence and peace that rested like a
halo round that head.
In the careless reeklessness of happy
Youth the comrades of eur hero said 10
him, If he would go and claim kiss of
that fair maiden as she stood among her
flowers he should join them on their
trave.s.
Go where they went, see what they saw,
enjoy what they enjoyed.
Without word Paul left his wild com
panions.
Went to the mansion in whose easement
CLEANED his beauLeous iewel of maiden
hood, and sounded summons.
His summons was answered bv the maid
herself, who, in her sweet humility. never
dreaming she was the object of his Quest.
SAID her father, the professor, was absent
from home. but would shortly return.
Then our brave young hero told her il
wss lot her father, but herself he sought.
There, standing on the threshold. he
told her of his comrades offer-told her
of his wish-Dis wild, Unsuitable thirst to
trave.--to sse 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 baad and led him to the
window where the flowers bloomed upon
the sill. And there, with eyes upliftcd to
his, and in the sight of his comrades, she
offered him her lips all dewy with limo
cence AID truth.
Then with murmured blessing she led
him forth.
The next morning three young gentle
men set out to travel and see fha " nrIi