St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-10-07

here 1 sit in proper attitude,
with my eyes fixed upon
sheet of blank paper, feeling as foolish
as when posed before the cold-blOOded
and inquisitive nose of photographers
camera. Do you understand the situa-
ton? Do you grow rigid even to the
''spine of your back" when some
stranger arranges you into position and
inStructs you to gaze upon patch OF
bare wall ''just about here?" You
ought to be an operator" in
Photographic gallery, my dear.
l can imagine with what nOnchalant
air you would consider the lone and
stiffening victim and command him to
''loOk little pleasanter, please" Can
one look pleasant at order? 1t must be
that some can. Whence. otherwise, do
come the Ppm delighted to- see you"
faces that smile at us from the
street show cases? There certainly
are people so constituted that
hey can gaze into yacuIty
with a rapt and radiant glance. as
though they were behOiding the golden
glories of the morning or the purple
splendOr of the sunset, and can look
upon piece of cardboard pinned to the
wall as though they looked into the
face of friendship or the eyes of love.
Such must have lively imaginations-
be natural actors Not after that kind
was the young cOuntryman whose girl
brought him in to have him taken for
her benefit. Several times did the
artist capture the image of the
swain, but none of the results satisfied
the heart of the maiden. This one
looked as he aid after he had the
measles, and another was reminder or
some other distressing episode III the
past. At last. with the invention born
of necessity, the damsel seated herself
IN his lap, put her arms about
his neck. and, as she saw the
accustomed expression spring over his
face, called jOyfully to the astOnished
operator. Now you've got him; put
him through Now if l could sit down
by your side and have a comfortable
aud easy chat with you about this. that
or the Other-juSt whatever came 10
mind--I might. perhaps, do some toler-
ably bright talking; but fear that, ike
the rustic beau. l need the IN
SEPARATION of realities. Rather a
sorry admission? Well. comfort my
vanity with the thought that the young
cOuntryman and myself are not the only
ones OF Adams race made after this
manner. The great Goethe. you re-
member, once said that he only wrote
love poems when he was IN love. L
wonder how he would have felt bad ne
been told to fix his eyes upon certain
figure in the wall paper and look
pleasant" or had sheet OF
white paper put before MN
and been requested to 'be bright" L
imagine he would have thrown that pa
per across the room and rushed away
into the presence OF some 'klndred
SOULS" and there have made the protest
of genius against arbitration Ill lieu OF
inspiration. with such impetuOuS over
flow or the river of speech as would
aghast at the waste of wit and
words. All that he should have
transfiXed upon that prepared and
waiting paper he would have flung out
upon thin air to blaze into nOthlngness.
like the ignited gas from natural we'll
down in Pennsylvania. say, by the !
way. how much natural gas there IS,
both material and lmmaterlal. perhaps, |
that goes to waste in this world. Does |
it 90 to waste, though, this OutpOur OF |
lOng-pent wealth that rusheS forth |
with such force, such swlftness |
that it can not be controlled and |
utilized, or does it but fee |
away into space to become in after time |
the nucleus OF q new WOrlUF LEU US |
think of it. we to whom it is so gratIfy- /
ing to see even the lighteSt OF our |
mental gas DriSOned into print and sold 1
to light this world Immediately. There |
may yet be worlds to make. But L, my /
dear. shall never create them. for /
shall dutifully run in the channels by |
mOrtals made, shall soberly and indus
triOusly endeavor to be bright, accord |
ing to order and Arrangement. l have !
not genius enough to refuse-yOu.
AURuLA EURBER.