The Opelousas courier., 1886-11-27
THE KISS.

MaHJ-tw-
A CHARMING LEGEND OF COPENHAGEN.
There is at the Court of King Christian
of Denmark an Equerry, high in favor.
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 200 years.
The presence Of this perennial Equer-
~ is accounted for in a sweet and simple
legend, having for its basis just an inno-
cent little kiss.
At the university in Copehagen there
sojourned, something more than 800
years ago, a youth named Paul Wen
delboe.
He was the son of a 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 a poor and tiny
hamlet.
1t was the hope of this good clergyman
that, when in the fuIlness of time, he
should be called to rest from his labors,
his son Paul should succeed him.
To this end Paul had been, W tn much
pinching and privation, sent to the uni
versity at Copenhagen to complete his
education.
But Master Paul did not desire to en-
ulate his father.
He longed to travel.
TO see the world of whose wonders
soand beauties 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
fathersrichin this worlds goods, intended
1T 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 trinmphs for Paul,
who had passed the examinations with
honor had ended.
But his triumphs brought him no hap
p:ness.
The morrow would see him bid adieu
70 his two young friends, who for a year
hdH been his constant companions, shar-
-.
ing his andies, 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 would be face to face with Ga
ture ID all her moods-her beauties would
be pnfolded to them.
They would mingle in the great drama
Of which the world was the stage.
Perhapsi-0h, glorious thoughti-
They would draw their swords in some
Of the great battles that from time 10
time c~onvulssd that grand, unknown
world.
While he, alone, must turn towards
the white face of the north; must take
up bis duties with q heart as cold as her
CLINE.
Muat forever close his eyes against beau
u, his heart against ambition.
He nourned like q boy. But he kept
silence like a man.
Az the sun went down and the long
sweet twilight Of the wtfte land began,
The three friends ses on for . farewell
walk.
They selected their favorite route, the
wall surrounding the town.
Occasionally across the gay talk, filed
with the brightness Of youth and hope,
there would float q sigh from OH poor
hero, which would Be laughed bakk into
shadow-land BY his gay young com
rades.
AS they sauntered On they spied at the
window 81 Q stately old house ! face. all
framed III BY the flowers that grew and
1ourished there.
u was che face Of . fair young girl.
No rose was ever sweeter than those
lips and cheeks.
No lily was ever fairer than that cool
white brow.
me- jasmine eyer sweeter than the look
cf innocence and peace that rested like !
halO round chat head. /
Al the careless recklsssness Of happy i
youth the comrades Of our hero said to
him, Il be would 50 and claim . Kiss Of
that fair maidsn as she stood among her
ioWora he should join thsm On their /
travels. /,
Go whore they went, See what they
saw. enjoy what they enjoyed. !,
Without U word Paul left his Wild !
companions. !
West e The mansion Ii whose csss- !
nent glesaaed tlis beanfeous level 81 ,
naideahood, aad sounded i summons. /
HI aaaiaaens was answered by the !,
rid hsrssfs vho, Ii hsr swseE humility. !
nsFsf dzsaning ~ WI shs object it I