New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1888-02-15
soLILooUY THE THIRD.

rf--kfrr-gnooch! BY Jove,
how [ must have been snoring! new
er felt SO little Like getting up in my
life, though the sun is pouring in at the
window, and the whistle of the part
ridge com es from the hillside like
morning matin:
The breezy call of demonstrating morn,
The swallow twittering from the straw-built
shed
Tn glad [ came to scotIand-glad
we left the beaten track of tourists and
took up our quarters at this Highland
hostelry. / don't think ever enjoved
rambling through woods, and picking
ferns, or sketching hill-tops, half SO
much, even on the banks of the old Sus-
quehana-my benson on her broad bos-
ON!
Tn sure there must be something
about these Highland braes that nourish-
es rhyme, romance and all that sort of
thing, for a fellow seems to drop into
poetry as naturally as MIR. SiIas Wegg.
LAUREL beg pardon, Miss Laurel
my study In Gray-says she knows [ am
OF poetic temperament, and am so
foolish as to go hammering up verses to
prove it! All, we'll! When it is happi-
ness to be foolish, tbs foolishness not to
be happy!
Seems to me I've heard some quota
ton like that, only briefer. Heigho!
Yesterday was q red-letter day in my
existence. To be sole guide, assistance,
counselor and protector of the dearest
girl in the world for whole day of
rambling through forest and glen, is
what call blessed privilege! We
explored Ben Voirlich- the noun
talns IN this country seem to be af-
flicted with Christian name of Benia~
min-spoke our little piece over Mo-
mans Rill, and ate our luncheon in
lone Glenarty's hazel shade" I
think I must have spouted a whole
canto of "The Lady OF the Lake" at
different times, and how spirited she
was over the defiant stag how her
beautiful eyes fill up at the death of nv
gallant gray"
Well, it's q blessing [ know Scott by
heart! It is precious little else know
besides poetry and novels, but she de
fers to me as if [ were an emporium of
information. Said she:
MIR. Oiden, you seem to feel poetry.
while other people, just say it. You
give it ring Of reality that is more af-
fecting than finished defamation"
LIT must be because you are my
auditor then. Generally regard poet
ry as a com bination of Enthusiastically ele-
waited words and ideas-a hyperbolica1
expression of ultra human sen timents in
ultra-human language. With you for
listener, it seems almost appropriate,
SO high q rank do I give you.
She (archly)-"I wonder if I have
anything to do with the feelings which
prompt you to wind up an impassioned
poem with some absurd parody or bur
lesque."
lob, that is done for the purpose
of taking the edge off what you might
otherwise consider sentimentality- and
partly to convince myself that am not
growing sentimental in reality"
Shells sentiment such crime in
your eyes?"
I-"Not crime, but source for ridi-
Guile. Promise me not to laugh-not to
think me absurd land I'll play at TO-
nance like the veriest lover OF them all.
I have mighty leaning oitp"
She-"Some day you'll play at it in
earnest, and be the 'ver1est lover of
them all: OR am no phrophetess.'
I-"Methinks the day has come-the
hour and the woman! Can you not see
that since [ have known you-since
that happy day in Venice
She (naively)-"When you returned
my book?'
I-sAh! You did get the book?
Then it has told you that from the first
l have set up your picture in my heart,
and fallen down before it
She All on Summers davp
Are you not getting dangerously near
the brink, Mr.. Olden-of the lake, I
mean? You might wet your feet"
lido you think I say this IN a vein
which justifies fippant Interruptions,
Miss Gray?"
she-"Do you think I treat you in a
way which iustifes fippant gallantry,
You wrong me when you treat as
gallantry the homage of man"
Shells quite as serious as he usu-
ally permits himself to be, or as he has
been during any summer vacation for
the past Ealf dozen years. Who
parodies Rosalind and says, Come, Ill
woe thee, for I'm in a holiday humor,
and like enough to be ensnared'?"
L" You regard me as trifer, + see"
She Gegretfully)-"And only think
what you might have been! Let us go
home"
Now, what does all this mean?
Am [ III love? And is there
chance for me? AS to the first, yes;
and the second--Well. she scorned
the manner and not the matter of my
wooing. There's some comfort IN that
Ii you can convince woman that you
were triier until you succumbed to
her, she is prepared to forgive the
first, and to regard the last as very
natural.
"Only to think what you might have
been. She said it almost mournful-
ly. Now, [ don't think I might have
been anything in particular; but shall
try to be it from this time forth, and
she shall be the Judge. How beautiful