Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1886-10-20
Legenci Of n Kiss,

There is at the court of King CHS
tian of Denmark an equerry, high in
favor.
This gentlemen is called Paul Wen.
delboe, Baron Lenwenenrue.
And there has been at the court of
Denmark an equerry called Paul Wen
delboe, Baron Lenwenenrue, for more
than 20J years.
The presence of this perennial
equerry Is accounted for in 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, a youth named Paul
Wendelboe.
He was the son Of poor clergyman,
who, in 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
man 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 bsautIss 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 world g
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 sea 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 60 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
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
wnile 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 closs his eyes against
beauty, his heart against ambition.
He mourned like boy, But he kept
silence like man.
As the sun went down and the long
sweet twilight of the white land began,
the thres friends set out for a farewell
walk.
They selected their favorite route, the
wall surrounding the town.
Occasionally across the gay talk, Glled
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
AS they sauntered on they spied at
the window of stately old house
face, all framed in by the flowers that
grew and fiourished there.
1t was the 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.
No jasmine ever sweeter than the
look of innocence and peace that rested
like 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 word Paul left his wild
Went to the manion in whose case
ment cleaned this beauteous jewel OF
and sounded a summons.
His summons was answered by the
maid herself, who, in her sweet hu-
mility, never dreaming she was the OBJ |
ect of his quest, said her father, the
professor, was absent from home, but |
would shortly return.
Then our 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 |
ler of his wish-hls wild, Unsuitable |
thirst to travel-to see the beautiful,
.he unknown world.
With eyes cast down and with never
/ word, the maiden listened. And |
when he had finished, still without a
word, she took him by the hand and |
ed Nun 10 lIlo WluOOW WuclO euo uOW-
ITS bloomed upon the sill. And there,
With eyes uplifted to his, and In the |
light of his comrades, she offered him
ler lips all dewy with innocence and
ruth.
Then with a murmured blessing she |
ed him forth.
The next morning three young gen.
.lemen 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 beaute0us maiden with |
Ter father, the old professor.
But this time the visitor was young |
gentleman bronzed with travel, and at !
,ired IN the gorgeous uniform OF an |
,fficer high in rank.
Again the maiden answered the sum.
mons, and, as before, in sweet humility, |
The said, my father is not within,
'lr."
The young gentleman made answer
IS did the youth five years before. II |
was not her father, but herself he
fought.
He asked her if she remembered the
,outh on whom she had bestowed a